Chen Liuhe sighed: "I said, Brother Dog, isn't it just a cuckold? What a big deal? Judging from your chicky appearance, life is so beautiful. Everyone should sit down and drink and have fun, why fight and kill?"

"Look at the Qiao family, I was wearing a cuckold, and I still kept singing and dancing every day? So, be generous." Chen Liuhe said with great thoughts.

"I dare to play with the dog basket of grass mud horses, I will chop them up!" Sang Gou roared.

Looking at the dozens of knife hands rushing towards him, Chen Liuhe's eyes slightly condensed: "Wrong choice!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he did not retreat. He tilted his toes on the ground and his body soared like a geese, crossed the dining table, and kicked a man on the head.

Facing the knife hands holding the weapon forty or fifty, Chen Liuhe had no intention of fear at all, but instead rushed into the other party's siege.

This scene made everyone scream in shock, and he felt that Chen Liuhe was looking for death. No one thought that in real life, there was a person who could beat forty or fifty people. Even if he was filming a TV series, it was a bit exaggerated.

Even Wang Jinge, who hated Chen Liuhe, couldn't help but exclaim: "Be careful."

With one kick, Chen Liuhe landed on both feet. Facing the fierce swordsmen, he was calm. This scene seemed very big and thrilling, but for Chen Liuhe, it was like a common occurrence and could not cause any emotional fluctuations in his heart.

With a cat, he was short and dodged four or five machetes. He reached out and grabbed one person's arm, pulled, twisted and pushed, and a huge force rushed away. The knife hand was lifted away by Chen Liuhe and directly dispersed more than seven or eight people.

Chen Liuhe kicked out expressionlessly, and another person flew over and hit behind him.

"Swoosh" the sharp blade slashed, Chen Liuhe's head swayed, and a strand of hair flew. The edge of the blade was a slight difference from his nose, making people frightened.

He swung a punch slowly, without using all his strength, but he had already smashed the other party's face and fell to the ground with blood spraying from his mouth and nose.

In less than ten seconds, a vacuum circle formed around Chen Liuhe, and more than twenty knife hands lay down on the ground, all of whom were in pain and kept moaning.

This scene made the people around him dumbfounded, and they could swallow an egg with their mouths open.

I couldn't believe what I saw in front of me. That young man was simply too perverted. His combat power value was beyond the understanding of normal people. He was like a god of war, and he was about to fall down even with his hands and feet.

"I've said it a long time ago. If you have something to say, why fight and kill? You have to force me to do it!" Chen Liuhe and Feng Qingyun smiled lightly, stomped his feet again, and rushed towards the sword hands that did not dare to continue attacking like shells.

The combat power of these people is not worth mentioning in front of him. When it reaches a certain level, it is no longer possible to gain an advantage if there are too many people. At least it is not the case for Chen Liuhe.

He was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. Every move was the simplest and most direct, and every move would not be in vain. Someone must have screamed and fell down.

The fight lasted less than two or three minutes, and the forty or fifty sword hands had fallen down eight or nine out of ten. The rest were all those who were timid and afraid of death and did not dare to rush forward.

At least hundreds of people gathered in the catering area of ​​the entire mall, but at this moment, it became strangely quiet. Not to mention that the adults were dull, it seemed as if they had seen a shocking scene. Even some of the children were frightened and did not even dare to cry!

"Brother Dog, I thought you were so awesome. It turned out that they were all a group of crooked melons and jujubes. Isn't it embarrassing to pull this kind of guy out? So what if there are too many people?" Chen Liuhe shook his arms, his face was not red and gasping for breath.

"Cao...cao you, you can beat me, right? I'll let you hit me, I'll shoot you in the head with one shot!" In vain, Sang Gou, who was also scared to the point of losing his face, took out a pistol from his waist, and pointed at Chen Liuhe's head two or three meters away.

He has been out for so many years, and has seen all kinds of scenes and corpses all over the floor, but he has never seen anyone as capable as Chen Liuhe. How could he be a human? He is simply a pervert!

Fortunately, he made more preparations and he also brought a gun. What if he could shoot it? In front of the pistol, it was something that could be solved by a bullet, but it would only cause more trouble!

However, just now his thought fell, and he felt a flash in front of him. The shadow of the young man disappeared under the gun. Then, before he could react, he felt a severe pain in his wrist, and the pistol came out of his hand. The next second, he felt something cold pressing against his own forehead.

It was the pistol he had just held in his hand, and the person holding the gun turned out to be that young man!

All this was changed so fast that no one could see it clearly.

"Brother Dog, you can't even hold the gun, how can you use it to kill people?" Chen Liuhe asked with a smile. The smile on his face was still so harmless, but it could bring a cold from the bottom of his heart to the dog.

"Brother...Brother, if you have something to say, you can't play with guns, it's easy to get out of fire." Sang Gou swallowed hard. He was nervous and arrogant, but it doesn't mean he is not afraid of death.

"Do you know it's easy to get out of fire?" Chen Liuhe said with a smile, and suddenly, "Bang." Screaming around him, countless people covered their eyes, and Sang Gou's legs became weak at this moment and almost fell to the ground.

But he was not shot in the head with a shot, everything was intact, because the sound just now was just a sound made by Chen Liuhe with his mouth, but it was enough to be scared to death.

"You are also afraid of death. I thought people like you were not afraid of death." Chen Liuhe sneered: "Don't worry, I won't kill you here, so you will be very safe now."

Chen Liuhe flipped it with one hand a few times, and the speed was so fast that it was dazzling. After the blink of an eye, the pistol that Chen Liuhe was holding had turned into a pile of parts and scattered on the ground.

Sang Gou suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could breathe out his breath, he felt a severe pain in his abdomen, and his legs were knocked away by huge force, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

He covered his abdomen, his whole face twisted, turning into a purple eggplant color.

Of course, Chen Liuhe kicked this kick. He looked at Sang Gou with a smile: "Brother Gou, you don't have to die, but you can't escape the crime of living. Do you think anyone here can make trouble?"

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Chapter completed!