Chapter two hundred and ninety-three, stratagem

Big Thunder Silver Eye folded AK, will the new bullet buckled the magazine, simultaneously raises the foot side shell kick, on the face hangs is in high spirits the expression.

Yang Feng raises the hand, prevented two people next wave to attack, then carried the foot to the Han Ying Direction walked two steps, the openings asked her to accept or not.

Korean film stare big beautiful eyes, swept in front of the body, each body are gun holes, but each hole in the key position, you can see how accurate that one meal.

See these, Han Ying feels like a grain in the back, the fear in the heart like cold current, ooze all over the body.

The two men beside her recoiled, and did not stop until they reached the house.

"Come on, any last words? I'm very reasonable. "

Yang Feng hands around the chest, casually in front of the Korean film to walk around, at the same time he behind the big thunder silver eye two people also quietly in the gun aimed at the Korean film.

Dark muzzle full of threat, like a dose of self-determination, pressure on the Korean shadow body, the Korean shadow body taut, dare not move.

She glares full of resentment of the eyes, Yang Feng at this time the expression death income pupil.

She clenches two fists, the Fingertip kneads of Gurgling Ring, she brewed for a long time, just squeeze out a few words from the gap between the teeth: "Yang Feng, with much bully little, what skill are you? "

"By many, by few? "

Yang Feng raises the high eyebrow, nearly by these four dead chokes to, must say truly by many deceives little, should be just Han Ying has done the matter.

He couldn't help but chuckle and knead the tip of his nose, not contradicting Han Ying's words.

"Well, since you put it that way, how about we go one-on-one and I convince you? "

He and Han Ying had met before, the other side really good, but several times did not really play a victory or defeat, this just shows skill.

Korean film twisted a corner of the mouth, a flash of light from the eyes.

"Well, I hope you won't try anything funny. "

Yang Feng a pull off the body of the coat, casually thrown to the back of Xia Yu Bing, at the same time pull open the two buttons of the collar, disdain a hum: "This words should be I said just right. "

Words Fall, Yang Feng strode up, Han Ying head-on rushed over, the two sides opposite, two fists fighting, immediately will be around the air was rolled up, forming a fist strength, the feet of the withered leaves fly.

Korean film some not, arm was shocked Numb, only with Yang Feng confrontation for two seconds, then quickly move away, and Yang Feng quickly pull away two meters away.

Her right hand quivered and her face remained numb.

"Yes, you can catch a punch, but I don't know if you can take it next. "

Yang Feng shakes an arm, lightly laugh a, provoked right eyebrow provocative aimed at Han Ying one eye.

Korean film Molar Teeth, again rushed up, this time relatively to be a lot smarter, no strong attack, but choose to attack from the side of Yang Feng.

Yang Feng beckons a powerful punch, but is quickly avoided by Han Ying, not only that, Han Ying overall use of the Yawara! A Fashionable Judo Girl, around Yang Feng attack, to elbow power, attack Yang Feng's key.

Yang Feng several times almost to the road, in the other side under the attack of a series of sneak attack almost lost, but under, can only a palm han ying fight back, and then the body jump, from the same place, fall in the distance, with the other side to pull away.

Han Ying sneers a, got some sweet, then thought the other side is defeated, on the face immediately emerge exultant: "Yang Feng, I see you also so. "

"really so, also just you think me too fierce only. " Yang Feng not only did not refute, still should come down.

Then, black eyes looked at the man in the distance carefully, and asked in a confused tone: "those days with Leong Fee, a lot of training. You this skill, Leong Fee is where to find you master teach you? "

"Well, if you want to know, ask Leong Fee himself. "

Han Ying grins a, did not answer Yang Feng's words, but double fist a grip, again attacked to come over.

Yang Feng facial expression a Rin, the corner of the eye squint, in the eye is reflecting the body that the other party attacks to come up, but oneself but absolutely motionless.

When the fists were about to strike her, Yang Feng suddenly turned her head slightly, and Gattaca not only dodged the opponent's fists, but also grabbed her wrists.

Korean film scare, ready to close the fist, but it was too late.

Yang Feng clutched her wrist, like throwing a sandbag, Han Ying was thrown out.

Korean film heavy hit not far on the earth wall, will be a wall of earth down, mixed with dust rolling into the ruins.

Yang Feng clapped his hands, the face of the expression of no lazy, unexpectedly is the cool silk Qinren.

"but seeing you like this, you must have been lazy in your training. "

In the ruins, after the dust dispersed, Han Ying supporting the body slowly climbed up swaying, scattered black hair, a pair of eyes like weeping blood, red man.

She wiped the blood from her mouth, and her teeth rattled.

"Yang Feng, you have pushed me too far. "

In a flash, she suddenly took out a small golden pistol from her long boots, aiming, loading and shooting in one breath, almost scared Xia yubing and others gasped.

Seeing the bullet about to pass through Yang Feng's forehead, Yang Feng but gently tilted his head and then escaped, at the same time the ear of another shot rang out, Han Ying cried out, the arm blood splattered, pistol also homeward fall on the ground.

Her red eyes were filled with resentment as she covered a bleeding wound.

Yang Feng twisted his head to see the silver eye that just opened rob, Hook Lip, and draw back the Vision, Stride Korea Shadow to walk.

"Sure enough, a man like you can't fight me honestly. "

Accompanied by his gradually close to the footsteps of the Korean shadow shrinking in fear of the shoulder, the fingers in the blood oozed out.

Suddenly, Han Ying fell to her knees with a splash. Her face was covered with tears. She looked weak and pitiful. Her bloody hands clutched Yang Feng's ankles, suddenly changed face: "Yang Feng, Yang Feng, I beg you, let me go, don't kill me, I promise never again, please. "

Yang Feng Leng, looking at the feet of the people in distress poor appearance, they feel like.

"Yang Feng, for the sake of our Hitotsu Yane no Shita, let me go this once, Yang Feng. "

Korean film is still in the plea, slender body trembling severe.

Yang Feng smiled wryly, shook his head, the corner of his eyes catch sight behind a few lanes of light shaking, he sighed, put the people at his feet, back, and she pulled a certain amount of distance.

Korean film big horror, staring at the eyes of tears dim eyes looked at the ground, at this time has been at a loss.

"whether I want to let you go or not, the situation doesn't allow me to. "

Finish saying, those a few car light stopped on the Earth Wall behind Han Ying, a police car is behind the public.

In the car, Gu Dun and a group of police officers poured out from the inside, surrounded the crowd.