The ēixié coming from behind was really too big. Although the system did not mention that his life was being warned by ēixié, he still did not dare to neglect it. He subconsciously grabbed Li Nuo's collar and used his strength to move Ziji's body forward.
He used Li Nao as a defensive shield and threw it behind him.
"Bang!"
"Crack!"
It was not a gunshot, but a muffled sound like an iron-like object hitting a person's body, followed by a crisp sound like a broken bone.
Dull, astringent, horrible and unpleasant smell.
Although yijing was mentally prepared and there was a sneak attack from behind zhidaoziji, the opponent's force continued to press towards Zhang Yang with a huge inertial force after breaking Li Nao's shoulder blade.
The body that was forced to be flamboyant couldn't help but take two or three steps back before steadying itself, but the opponent immediately picked up his steps and followed with a side whip kick almost non-stop.
Zhang Yang had just stood firm, with his feet together and unable to retreat any further. He could only subconsciously extend his elbows to protect his head to avoid being hit hard.
"Bang!" A huge impact hit his elbow hard.
As if being hit by a hammer, a burning and heartbreaking pain spread from the elbow muscles to the entire arm in an instant.
Ziji's elbow was also hit hard on his head by the terrifying force of the impact.
"Buzz!" Zhang Yang's head felt dizzy, and almost at the same time, his body flew out sideways and fell heavily to the ground.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw a guy wearing a gray tunic suit and a goatee!
Shen Kang's awesome bodyguard? Zhang Yangyijing learned from Qiao Xier that this guy's name is Chang Hu, and he is definitely a very dangerous person.
It seems that this trap was jointly set by Shen Kang and Li Nao.
Zhang Yang didn't have time to think too much. As soon as he landed, Chang Hu's black thigh immediately stepped on his chest. Zhang Yang could only roll on the spot, and then he barely escaped this fatal kick.
But the opponent didn't mean to let him go. After his kick missed, a sneer appeared on his face. He calculated exactly where Zhang Yang was about to reach, stamped his feet, bent his legs, and pressed down from mid-air...
"Nuwa System Warning... One meter and thirty centimeters in the air, there is a source of danger to the life of the owner of the ēixié System. The target is twenty centimeters in front. The legs are bent and the throat is locked. It is expected to happen in three seconds..."
Cio! The opponent can be so powerful that he forces the system to issue a danger warning!
Zhang Yang's eyes narrowed slightly. Three seconds later, twenty centimeters in front of him, he bent his legs and locked his throat?
The precious three seconds of advance warning given to him by the system allowed Zhang Yangxun to react. His body rolling forward abruptly moved to the right. At the same time, he made an extremely weird movement, and immediately put his hands on the floor and raised his body.
With a twist, he suddenly whipped his leg to the side.
And almost at the same time, Chang Hu behind him, who was determined to put him to death, bent his legs and slammed into the spot he had originally planned.
"Crack!"
But Chang Hu was surprised to find that Ziji's fatal blow, which was full of confidence and confirmed to be 100% successful, actually failed. At the same time, his knee hit the marble floor hard, causing his neck to tilt up in pain.
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What was even weirder was that almost as soon as his knees touched the ground and the pain nerves were activated, as if calculated, the opponent hit him hard on the head with a heavy side kick.
"Bang!"
As if he had been hit by a sap, he flew out just like Zhang Yang had just done, and fell to the floor. He rolled several times in a row, with blood dripping from his mouth. At first glance, he lost two teeth.
pellets.
Not only himself, but also the machete-wielding men on the side could only be described as dumbfounded by the scene that just happened.
In the scene just now, Chang Hu clearly beat Zhang Yang so hard that he had no backhand power. The last blow could have perfectly taken Zhang Yang's life, but at the end, an extremely weird scene happened. Haoxiang Chang Hu was such an idiot.
He fell down from the air, knelt on the ground and let Zhang Yang kick him in the head.
"Spit!" Chang Hu rolled on the spot, quickly climbed up, opened his mouth and spat out the two front teeth that he almost swallowed, his eyes revealed a trace of inexplicable cruelty.
He took a step forward, slowly pulled his hands apart, and clenched them into fists. The ferocious knuckles protruded, like the spines on the back of a spiny-backed dragon. It looked like there was boundless power contained in them.
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Zhang Yang sighed lowly. Unexpectedly, with the help of the system and Ziji's blow with almost all his strength, it could only knock him out and knock out two teeth. How strong is this Chang Hu?
Ziji's advanced strength training techniques have just begun, and the opponent's strength is definitely not something Ziji can compete with now.
Looking at Li Na who was lying motionless beside him, Zhang Yang had a look of horror on his face. The guy had just been used as a shield by him and was severely beaten and kicked near the shoulder blade by Chang Hu. Zhang Yang heard a sound.
The crisp sound of fracture.
At this moment, he simply stopped moving, and he would probably be disabled if not dead.
Zhang Yangziji was not much better. He was attacked one after another. At this moment, in addition to the buzzing in his ears, there was a trace of blood oozing out of the corner of his mouth. The bones of his right wrist must have been traumatized, and he felt obviously uncomfortable.
Chang Hu is the most terrifying person he has encountered since he started practicing advanced fighting skills.
It was so terrifying that he could hardly fight back. If he had been warned by the system, he would have been killed by his iron legs.
Just now, just seeing his leg skills, Zhang Yang felt a chill, but the information said that Chang Hu's real strength was his pair of iron fists.
Known as the Iron Arm Boxing Champion.
"Where is Shen Kang?" Zhang Yang asked calmly, while picking up a machete that fell next to his feet.
Chang Hu's eyes flashed coldly, but without replying, he stepped forward with his right foot, followed immediately by his left foot, and forced himself towards Zhang Yang.
This guy didn't even give Zhang Yang any time to talk nonsense. He was indeed a ruthless character.
He showed his methods, but now he almost had no way out. Behind him were the seven or eight machetemen brought by Chang Hu, and in front was Chang Hu.
Of course, he would rather face those seven or eight people with machetes with bare hands than face Chang Hu with machetes with bare hands.
"Huh!" Facing Zhang Yang with a machete, Chang Hu didn't feel any fear. He swung his fist and attacked Zhang Yang directly. It looked like a simple punch, but it carried a biting wind.
Zhang Yang slashed with the knife, and his iron fist suddenly shrank to move away from the blade, and then hit the side of the knife hard like a poisonous snake, making the machete in Zhang Yang's hand swing straight, and then the blade passed sideways.
The iron fist turan turned into a palm and stroked Zhang Yang's right hand holding the knife, trying to take the knife away from Zhang Yang's hand.
Zhang Yang took advantage of the situation and hit him hard on the ribs on the right side with his elbow.
Chang Hu suffered a blow and just grunted. His palm suddenly turned into a claw and clamped down on Zhang Yang's wrist holding the knife. He turned around and stabbed Zhang Yang's brother's mouth with the blade.
"Qiang!" At the critical moment, a dart flew from turan in the distance and flew straight to Chang Hu's temple.
Chang Hu was forced to shrink his hands and turn his head.
"Bah!" The machete blade penetrated Zhang Yang's waist and ribs.
Zhang Yang didn't have time to see who had saved him, and he didn't care that his right hand was scrapped. He waved his left hand vigorously, took out a handful of silver needles that he had prepared long ago, and stabbed Chang Hu's head.
"Ugh!" No matter how awesome Chang Hu was, he closed his eyes in pain on the spot. Although the silver needles were thin, they were better than many. In addition to his cheeks, he received two or three needles next to his eyeballs.
He roared and kicked Zhang Yang down. Ziji leaned back using the force and immediately pulled out the silver needle on his face. He covered his eyeballs with one hand.
"I'm going to kill you."
He went crazy and rushed towards Zhang Yang who fell to the ground.
"Uncle Chang, stop..." A trembling voice shouted horribly from behind the machete hands.
Chang Hu was slightly startled because he was so familiar with this voice. It belonged to Shen Kang.
Zhang Yang was lying on the ground, breathing heavily, tilting his head and looking towards the entrance of the alley. The light from the street lamp reflected Tang Qiqi's pretty face full of blood.
Shen Kang was like a little chicken whose head was pulled open by her, exposing his snow-white neck. A sharp machete with a cold light was pressed against his throat.
Chang Hu frowned. The pain in his eyeballs made him unable to suppress his emotions, but his other eye still allowed him to see the situation in front of him clearly.
"Let him go." He said coldly in a low-level and slightly cold voice, with a commanding tone. To be honest, he was also inexplicably shocked. He didn't expect that the young and beautiful person in front of him was extremely beautiful.
The girl actually kidnapped Shen Kang alive under the protection of more than a dozen people.
Tang Qiqi's answer was to immediately pull the machete, and immediately, a trace of blood seeped out from Shen Kang's neck.
The people on the side screamed in surprise, and Shen Kang howled like a slaughtered pig.
"Chang...Chang...Uncle Chang, let him go, let him go."
By that he naturally meant Zhang Yang.
Tang Qiqi didn't say anything, but pulled Shen Kang's head and pushed him slowly towards Zhang Yang's lying difang.
Only then did Zhang Yang realize that Ziji's right hand was dislocated, and his chest was feeling tight.
"Are you okay?" She stared at Zhang Yang lying on the ground, her cold beautiful eyes showing a hint of tenderness.
"It's okay!" Zhang Yang shook his head, then supported himself with his left hand and stood up.
But as soon as he stood up, Chang Huyijing casually picked up a machete, took a step across, and stood between Tang Qiqi and Zhang Yang.
"Let go of Master Shen!" Chang Hu stared at Tang Qiqi and said again in a low voice.
When he saw Zhang Yang standing up again as if nothing was wrong, he was even more shocked. This guy was too capable of being beaten. If it had been anyone else, he would have been lying down long ago. If they were allowed to leave like this, they would definitely be beaten in the future.
It's a huge problem.
And the beautiful woman in front of me, who used the dart just now, would have been dead long ago if she were an ordinary warrior. What is the identity of this woman?
Of course, he believed that with his ability, he could definitely keep these two people, but now that Shen Kang was in the hands of this woman, it was a bit tricky. Just seeing the woman's skills, he knew that this person was definitely not an ordinary person.
The character is just in the information collected, and there is no mention of such a person beside Zhang Yang.
After Tang Qiqi heard this, he remained indifferent. Finally, he stared at the machete in Chang Hu's hand and said calmly: "Before you swing out the knife, I can guarantee that Shen Kang's neck will never be intact."
Chang Hu frowned slightly. He naturally believed that Tang Qiqi had the ability to do it. But if he let Zhang Yang go today, given his identity, he would definitely let the tiger go home. The pain in his eyes made him want to peel them off immediately.
Flamboyant skin.
However, in his thoughts, he forgot that Zhang Yang was not Shen Kang, and he did not have the same resistance ability...(To be continued)