Talented Genius

Chapter 302

"call!"

Zhao Wenguang rushed forward first and fought close.

Seeing the opponent rushing, the six uniformed men also drew their daggers backhand and swished towards Zhao Wenguang.

Zhao Wenguang also added a thin knife on the way, lowered his head and rushed towards the cold light formed by the dagger.

"flutter!"

Three blades cut through Zhao Wenguang's clothes, and a splash of blood was swept away. In the Tsing Yi woman's puzzlement, Zhao Wenguang was like a willow branch in the wind, swaying wildly and violently.

Swishwishw, the light of the knife smashed the void, but it was only a matter of time, and the sound of the cold knife breaking the wind stopped abruptly.

During this process, the dagger that Zhao Wenguang was holding tightly did not touch the thin knife of the uniformed man.

And the six uniformed men with knives all swayed in a pool of blood, groaning very sadly.

Some chests were cut out, some were stabbed in the thighs, and more often there was a miserable knife mark on the chest and abdomen. It was not deep, but it was enough to make them unable to fight again.

However, the woman in Tsing Yi could see that even if these subordinates could fight again, they could no longer condense their fighting spirit.

Zhao Wenguang just tried to get injured and shot wantonly. He had to knock down these opponents in one round. Only in this way could he deter the opponents.

A few sharp small wounds appeared on Zhao Wenguang's body, but his expression remained unmoved, making it impossible to see the depth.

In fact, his head hurt so badly that it stimulated nerves like nails.

In the distance, Wu Lingshuang's eyes flickered, and her pretty face also had a hint of surprise. She overestimated Zhao Wenguang as much as possible, but she did not expect to underestimate it.

She could see that the uniformed men brought by the Tsing Yi women were all first-class masters of the Confucian family, but they were so sharp that they were all overwhelmed.

She really wanted to pull Ye Tianlong over and let the pig farmer see what the soldier king was.

However, Ye Tianlong is still missing, if the road to the vault is blocked, Wu Lingshuang wants to see what happened to that bastard.

"dead--"

At this moment, without giving Zhao Wenguang any time to buffer, the woman in Tsing Yi moved and shot Zhao Wenguang like a cheetah.

The flying smoke became the best cover for her attack, and countless pungent gases poured into Zhao Wenguang's mouth and nose with her forward body.

Throw a punch.

Zhao Wenguang snorted coldly, and instead of retreating, he stepped forward to face off, and also threw a punch.

"boom!"

Two punches collided! White smoke twisted in his fist.

The woman in Tsing Yi flew out straight, a mouthful of blood spurted from her mouth, blooming wantonly in the air!

Lost! Lost!

This is her idea of ​​falling to the ground, she lost with one move!

Zhao Wenguang's eyelids twitched and bit his lip to make himself awake a little bit.

"Wow!"

Just when Zhao Wenguang was about to approach the woman in Tsing Yi to take hostage, the old man in gray had already burst out of the smoke.

The body bounced high, and a rotation swept his legs out.

Zhao Wenguang shook his head, and punched his backhand, hitting the old man in gray in the leg.

Fist flicked through the air, passing a trace of the air neighing.

"boom!"

Fists and feet collided, making a muffled sound, and the gray-clothed old man staggered and took three steps back, feeling that his previous attack had been pushed back by a powerful and abundant force.

The domineering force shook the tendons of his heels, and Zhao Wenguang also bleeds in his mouth, and withdrew back.

The two looked at each other, appreciating and fighting.

The gray-clothed old man rarely showed a touch of emotion, and then he halted with his left foot and threw himself out again.

The right leg was like a core spit out by a poisonous snake, turning over and over again. Soon, he was dazzled and slammed in front of Zhao Wenguang.

Zhao Wenguang didn't panic, and then pushed his knees and touched the gray-clothed old man's legs and feet.

"Bang, bang!"

Zhao Wenguang pushed the gray-clothed old man's leg on two consecutive knees, and gradually appeared surprised when he resolved.

The legs used by the gray-clothed old man are not just fancy and simple, but also have a confusing feeling.

Moreover, Zhao Wenguang found that his movements were a bit unable to keep up with his consciousness, and his strength began to slack.

"Wow!"

The gray-clothed old man caught his fault and shook his body, instantly narrowing the distance between the two sides.

Zhao Wenguang moved subconsciously.

Almost as soon as he moved away, the other party's toes passed by, causing a touch of pain in his abdomen.

"Wow!"

Missing a hit, the gray-clothed old man yelled and attacked again, and an autumn wind swept across his face.

Zhao Wenguang only felt a tingling pain on his face, and a flash of astonishment flashed in his eyes, the old man in gray was indeed powerful.

As his thoughts turned, the gray-clothed old man's attack had already arrived.

Zhao Wenguang immediately set up his arms to defend.

"Boom boom!"

The opponent's legs and feet hit Zhao Wenguang's arms again and again, and the latter only felt that a powerful force surged in, and he had to withdraw seven steps.

Facing the dazzling legwork of the gray-clothed old man, Zhao Wenguang didn't make any other moves, taking advantage of the weak shadow of the opponent's legs, he swiped and kicked out.

With this foot swept out, the gray-clothed old man was actually pressed back, and he stepped back three meters before standing still.

Pain and tingling came from his calf, which shows the overbearing power of Zhao Wenguang's sweeping and kicking power.

It's just that Zhao Wenguang's mouth also shed blood, his face looked very uncomfortable, but he straightened up and sneered quickly:

"It's always stronger."

Seeing Zhao Wenguang's arrogance, the grey-clothed old man suddenly became angry, and attacked again with a low growl, his attack power and speed exploded to the peak.

As soon as he turned around, he waved his leg, the messy legwork, like fireworks leaning to the ground, flying around.

In the face of the indiscernible leg skills bombarded, Zhao Wenguang did not have any extra movements, but another clean and beautiful straight knee.

"boom!"

Straight against the knees, matching the strength of the waist and hips, the gray-clothed old man's legs that have not yet fully bloomed, are as fragile as a begonia in the wind and rain, falling into the wind.

It's just that he reacted very quickly. With a pain in his right leg, his left foot immediately lifted out, hitting the opponent's abdomen firmly with a hard kick.

With a muffled sound, Zhao Wenguang clutched his stomach and took two steps back.

Although I can't see Zhao Wenguang's expression of bowing his head, looking at his hunched waist, I know that his stomach must be overwhelmed at this moment.

The gray-clothed old man snorted, and attacked again without hesitation. He moved, shot, and leaped high with his body, smashing his elbow to his opponent.

"boom!"

Although Zhao Wenguang endured the pain with all his strength to block the attack, the hands he put up still made a bone crunch, then his body shook and his legs softened.

He was hit by an elbow of the gray-clothed old man and almost fell to his knees. The pain in his right arm and wrist seemed to be about to break, and he felt that his whole body was shaken from the wrist down.

But he gritted his teeth quickly to hold back, stretched his left arm, and tapped the gray-clothed old man's shoulder, causing the latter to take three steps back with a grunt.

"court death!"

The gray-clothed elder's face was cold, his body turned and got close to Zhao Wenguang, and he took a palm shot.

Zhao Wenguang, who was dizzy and seriously injured, had no time to resist, so he could only watch the palm hit him.

"boom!"

His body shook, he fell back seven or eight meters and landed on the barge of the corridor.

"The game, it's over."

"Kakka!"

When the gray-clothed old man was about to step forward and break Zhao Wenguang, another bull-headed gangster appeared at one end of the corridor. He leaped towards the hall, pushing a long and narrow cart in his hand.

On the top of the car, there were six black bags with no holes, and golden light was faintly visible.

"Niutou, go, go!"

At this time, Zhao Wenguang struggled abruptly, jumped out, hugged the thigh of the gray-clothed old man, and shouted at his companion at the same time:

"Get out."

The bull-headed bandit was taken aback for a moment, and his pace was subconsciously slow, but the inertia of the car still made him a few meters forward, and he stared at everything in front of him in a daze.

"go?"

The gray-clothed old man squeezed out a word gloomily, then waved his left hand and patted Zhao Wenguang's back, hitting the latter to spout another mouthful of blood.

Then he lifted his thigh and swept away, and Zhao Wenguang flew out again and hit a counter. The glass was broken and blood was sprayed. He was half dead, but he still yelled with difficulty:

"go……"

The bull-headed bandit did not leave, but stood still.