The two sides entered a fight to the death, and the entire reception room was filled with the smell of blood.
Counting the bodyguards and Fengtang disciples, there were about twenty people on Yang Liuqing's side, while the other side only had five, so he definitely had the upper hand in terms of numbers.
"Stop talking nonsense, I'll kill you first."
Yang Liuqing held a long sword in her hand and quickly charged towards the opponent.
When Song Fusheng saw this scene, he beat his chest and said, "Oh, Mr. Xiao, I shouldn't have let you get involved. I'm afraid I'll have a narrow escape today."
"You're already here, why are you talking about this?"
Xiao Feng and Yang Shijun were not idle either. They quickly carried the injured to the side for treatment. It was important to save their lives first.
Three donkeys ran over carrying Chen Jianan and said in a panic: "Brother Feng, Brother Nan... seems to be dead."
"What?"
Xiao Feng checked and found that Chen Jianan's breathing was extremely weak and he was on the verge of death.
The back of his head was covered in blood. It was obvious that he had fallen too hard just now, which aggravated the injury.
"Quickly, calm him down."
Xiao Feng quickly took out the silver needle to save him. Even if the situation was chaotic, he had to stay calm.
Zhao Dongjiang also retreated with two bodyguards. The giant man was so strong that none of them could stop him.
About five minutes later, Chen Jianan took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.
"Brother Xiao, thank you."
"That giant man's name is Bison. He is the senior brother of Shanshan and Shanjian. I didn't expect the ghost guy to find him."
At this time, the three people guarding the door rushed towards them with evil smiles.
"Get out of the way!"
Yang Liuqing flew in front of everyone and waved the sword in her hand continuously.
After a brief confrontation, one person on the other side was stabbed to death and the other two were injured and retreated.
"Sister Qing, you are so amazing." Yang Shijun was so excited.
"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, they won't be able to make waves."
Yang Liuqing looked confident. He was the chief disciple of Fengtang. He had never seen anything like this before.
"Get into formation!"
She shouted loudly, and seven or eight Fengtang disciples surrounded the two of them, intending to use formations to defeat each other.
Lan Ruo smiled mockingly: "With your three-legged cats' skills, any formation will be in vain."
"Stop talking nonsense and die."
Several people drew their swords at the same time, and saw the bison holding two hammers and spinning on the spot.
In the face of absolute power, any moves are just bells and whistles, and this so-called formation is instantly broken.
All the Feng Hall disciples were knocked away. Yang Liuqing was also defeated and retreated to the corner dragging his injured arm.
"Sister Qing, how are you?" Yang Shijun looked worried.
"It's okay, I can't die."
Yang Liuqing's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I just didn't perform well today, otherwise I would have to kill that big guy."
'Stab it!'
The two Fengtang disciples tore off their clothes and immediately bandaged her up.
"Don't move, it will infect the wound."
Xiao Feng immediately took out the silver needle and quickly pricked her with a few needles.
"Hey! Do you know how to do it?"
Yang Liuqing said anxiously: "Don't paralyze me. I am the chief disciple of Feng Hall and the future leader of the Martial Arts Association."
"Chief Disciple, you almost got maimed? You should take a rest."
Xiao Feng said to her, this woman is really too proud.
"Brat, what did you say?"
Yang Liuqing said angrily: "Try saying one more thing? Believe it or not, I'll beat you up?"
"True, but you'd better save your energy to hunt the buffalo."
"you…"
Yang Liuqing was furious: "Okay! Just fight? I still don't believe it. Is he an iron wall?"
When she moved her arm, she found that the injured area no longer hurt. It turned out that the bleeding had stopped and the wound was quickly scarring.
She was slightly shocked: "Huh? Boy, your medical skills are pretty good."
"Sister Qing, Xiao Feng is a miracle doctor." Yang Shijun praised.
"Sister, what should I do?"
Suddenly, all the other disciples of Fengtang retreated, leaving only five or six people. The rest all fell to the ground half dead.
"What?"
Yang Liuqing was dumbfounded. She was injured, and the Feng Hall disciples couldn't stop her. This was a rhythm that would annihilate the entire army.
"Hahahaha...it's all rubbish."
The bison laughed wildly: "I thought Zhenjiang martial arts would be so powerful? It turned out to be just a bunch of drunkards and ricebags. I was really disappointed."
"Asshole, you dare to insult my martial arts club?"
Yangliu raised his eyebrows angrily.
"What? Not convinced?"
The bison pointed at them: "A dozen people can't beat me, how dare you speak so brazenly?"
"I really feel sad for you, President Yuan, for supporting a bunch of losers like you. No wonder the Zhenjiang Martial Arts Association is in decline."
Yang Liuqing couldn't keep her dignity any longer. She had made lofty words before coming here.
He said that he could steadily suppress his opponent without Lei Tang taking action, but now he was forced into a corner.
She deliberately provoked: "Bison, you are also very powerful with a hammer. You can use a hammer if you have the skills."
"good!"
The bison loosened his hands, and the two big hammers were still on the ground.
"superior!"
Yang Liuqing winked, and a male disciple rushed forward with a fist.
'boom!'
With a muffled sound, the disciple flew backwards and fell to the ground unconscious.
Everyone was dumbfounded, this power was too terrifying, it was simply a monster.
The bison waved his hand: "You are useless, you can't even catch my punch."
"Asshole!"
Yang Liuqing's eyelids twitched wildly, and he cursed: "Bison, you just rely on your hammer and fist, don't use your hands if you have the guts."
"good!"
The bison nodded and put his hands behind his back.
"Go kill him."
Yang Liuqing gave the order, and the second disciple rushed forward again, but was kicked back by the bison and was knocked unconscious on the spot.
It's over, it's over, this is the rhythm of being massacred.
Everyone's faces were ashen, like frightened birds, and Yang Liuqing was also frightened. This was really a bad start.
The bison curled his mouth and said contemptuously: "Who else is dissatisfied?"
"Wild...Bison, please stop being so arrogant."
Yang Liuqing was trembling: "You are only good at fists and kicks. Don't even use your hands and feet if you have the skills. Do you dare?"
Holy shit!
Everyone has obeyed Yang Liuqing's request, and they don't even use their hands or feet. Are they waiting to be beaten by you?
"good…"
As a result, the bison agreed again, and everyone was dumbfounded.
Yang Liuqing smiled evilly, thinking that he had succeeded in provoking the general and could take the opportunity to kill him.
Now there was only the last male disciple left, but as soon as he rushed in front of the bison, he was knocked over by the opponent's headbutt. On the spot, he covered his bleeding head and moaned repeatedly.
Song Fu'an and other big bosses were all dumbfounded. This was a killing machine.
At this time, only Yang Liuqing and two women were left among the Feng Hall disciples. It was obvious that the situation was over.
Lan Ruo laughed and said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, why bother?"
"Mr. Song, if you had just obediently taken out two billion, you wouldn't have reached this point?"
Song Fusheng snorted coldly: "Since you set up this trap, even if you take out the money, you won't let us go."
"You're really right."
Lan Ruo lit a lady's cigarette: "Boss, you are all well-known figures in Jiangcheng. Do you have any last words before you die?"