Chapter 762: Being skilled

"Alright …… then you guys go on together, I'll see how most of you outlaws actually have skills today!" Wu Feng shouted, his legs slightly crossed, put up a defensive stance, his tattered clothes drummed up without any wind, but also quite a bit of a critical momentum.

When those individuals are about to pounce together when, the old Liu head this is not easy to crowd squeezed in, the first into the eyes is this one out of the crossbow situation, the old Liu head shouted: "Stop!" Then he took a few steps to Wu Feng's side, pulled Wu Feng's arm, and said angrily, "I say Wu Feng, how can you not let me worry about you? How many times have I said to you, don't cause trouble, don't cause trouble, you still don't listen to me, you kid don't toss, let's just leave quickly ……"

"Go?" That big man sneered and smiled wickedly, "Smashed our field, still want to fucking go, old me not break this kid's two legs, don't want to climb out of this circle!" With that, he raised the large knife in his hand and slashed down towards Wu Feng's head.

A cold light flashed in Wu Feng's eyes, pushed away the old Liu head, and then stretched out two fingers, gently lifted upward, just clamped the big man chopped down the big blade, the big man was suddenly taken aback, only then did he understand that the young man in front of him was a skilled expert, his own knife chopped down, to say the least, but also has a few hundred kilograms of force, but was actually the kid's two fingers to clamp down, he looked like a calm and relaxed, and he was not afraid to go out. It still looks like a calm and relaxed look, almost dropped his jaw in shock.

Surprised, the big man quickly reacted, although the kung fu is not good, but the momentum can not be lost, gritted his teeth, desperately will be in the hands of the big knife down to the pressure, but the strength of the milk, but can not be that the big knife down to move the slightest.

Just as the big man gritted his teeth and desperately pressed the knife, Wu Feng hung up the corner of his mouth with a touch of disdain, and raised his foot towards the big man's chest and kicked it over, the force of this kick is not light, and kicked the big man out of more than ten feet away, and rolled a few times and rolled into the crowd, and let the onlookers instantly make an opening, and if this big man smashed into the body of a person, the taste must not be pleasant.

The big man rolled on the ground a few times, covered in dust, so woeful, just to get up, a stumble under the feet and fell down, mouth a mouth, spit out a mouthful of blood, face instantly white.

Wu Feng's this kick is obviously foot mercy, only used two or three percent of the force, he did not want to kill people in the street, after all, this is in the city, the officials and soldiers are more, kill people is not good to clean up, although only two or three percent of the force, that big man also suffered a small internal injury, the body can not get up, but still shouted: "Brothers, give me on, kill this kid! "

At this order, the few big men immediately rushed towards Wu Feng with their weapons, the yellow-haired monkey that had been staying on Wu Feng's shoulder was the first to make a mistake, it "squeaked" and screamed, leapt up from Wu Feng's shoulder, jumping onto a big man's shoulder, stretching out its sharp claws, and slashed fiercely towards his face, and it was only a flash of blood, the big man's face was cut ruthlessly. A blood light flashed, that big man's face instantly dropped a large piece of flesh, in pain, he screamed miserably, threw away the big knife in his hand, covered his face and fell down, rolling all over the ground.