Chapter 543: The waistband of his pants was cut off

Zhou Ming since childhood with the Qingfeng Taoist practice martial arts cultivation, that kung fu naturally good, under the eyes of the dozen or so fighters, although a wide body fat, looks like a vicious appearance, in fact, the kung fu is very general, some people running up the body is also light, it seems to be by the wine and color empty the body, simply does not stand up to the fight.

Zhou Ming's silhouette moved quickly, even with a smile of delight on his face, all these years, every day by the master to force to practice, but rarely with others hands, now finally caught a good opportunity, how can not make good use of it.

First of all, two people, a person holding a kitchen knife in his hand, another person holding a thick wooden stick in his hand, face to face towards Zhou Ming chopped down, Zhou Ming's body nimbly flickered, dodged the person who chopped himself with a knife, and then kicked towards the chest of another person holding a wooden stick, kicked the past, and held the wooden stick of the person's wooden stick had not yet fallen down, the body flew straight backward towards the back, and it just smashed into those who continued to continue towards Zhou Ming, and the people who had been in the same position, and the people who had been in the same position. The person with the wooden stick flew straight backward and smashed into the people who continued to rush towards Zhou Ming, and several of them fell down at once.

Taking advantage of this gap, Zhou Ming pinched the wrist of the person with the kitchen knife, secretly a force, making about thirty percent of the power, only to hear a "click" a crunching sound, the wrist bone directly to his pinch dislocated, the person holding the kitchen knife immediately issued a cry of misery, and has already loosened the hand holding the kitchen knife, not waiting for the kitchen knife to fall to the ground, the knife fell to the ground, and the person who was holding the knife was not able to see it. The knife fell to the ground, Zhou Ming gently raised his foot, a kick in the knife above, but see that the knife "hoo" sound, flew into mid-air, playing the turn of the child in the air rotating a few rounds, this hand of kung fu is really beautiful, and extremely thrilling, once Zhou Ming's foot kicked to the blade above, must be immediately blood splattered on the spot, must have extremely accurate aim, and the knife will not be able to be used. Must have extremely accurate accuracy only, this move immediately caused a burst of onlookers sound of alarm, have scattered around a large circle, only the Qingfeng Taoist peacefully and steadily stood there, not the slightest bit of panic, face seems to also have a hint of a smile, the heart of the thought, it seems that Zhou Ming this kid's recent kung fu and some progress, the poor road away from this half a year of kung fu, his legs and feet on the skill but did not fall at all. The skill of the poor Taoist has not fallen at all.

With the crowd's exclamation of surprise, the knife fell down, Zhou Ming just reached out, will be the knife steadily in the hands, the hands of a guy with a child, the courage suddenly thick a few points, he ran straight towards the not far away from those who beat the past, the hands of the knife down between, only to hear a series of "Brush Brush Brush … …". …" the sound of a few airborne sound, the knife in the hands of Zhou Ming dance is a tiger wind, the fighters only feel a cold waist, face suddenly slipped down a layer of cold sweat, thought they were Zhou Ming's knife to cut, look down, but see only the waistband of the pants was cut off, is trying to run wildly, the pants fell down immediately after, revealing a row of snow-white thighs, and the knife is not a knife, the knife is not a knife. The pants fell down immediately afterward, revealing a row of snow-white thighs, and they all fell to the ground.

The crowd of onlookers immediately issued a burst of roaring laughter, which is to see people fight ah, simply than to see the monkey are wonderful.

This fight down, just with less than a bag of cigarettes of effort, all the waistband of the pants will be Zhou Ming to cut off, this group of fighters have thrown away the hands of the wooden stick machete, hands with pants, a face of horror to look at Zhou Ming, that is called a woe.