He rose up all over his body, and turned over and over in the air. The somersault had fallen on the mahjong table. The triangular army barely flew across the inner side of his thigh. The sharp triangular edge cut through the skin, and blood flowed like a lot, almost turning into a eunuch.

The military sect moved straight forward and chopped into the opposite wall for three or five centimeters, with the handle of the knife not moving at all. You can imagine how strong Alvin suddenly emitted. The attendant closest to the handle of the knife was in a cold sweat on the spot.

Alvin's fatal attack failed to make up for it, and he was shocked and angry. He picked up the remaining two legs of the chair and followed him to the mahjong table.

The two of them stood on the narrow mahjong table for a while and they were fighting back and forth, with four chair legs fighting each other, and they were beating each other!

If someone makes their fight of less than two minutes into a video, his wonderful level will be more than enough to win the Best Action Award at the Shenji Film Festival!

The mahjong table has an area of ​​only 1.44 square meters, and the space is particularly cramped, which increases the degree of danger by geometric multiples. As long as anyone is knocked down from the mahjong table, the opponent's offensive will immediately form an unavoidable kill!

Alvin is the No. 1 assassination master of the Norwegian military. He became famous in the killing machine on the battlefield in Libya. He relied on the assassination techniques accumulated by dozens of enemies' lives. Using the preaching of martial arts novels, his small kung fu is proud of the martial arts world.

After baptism on the battlefield in Libya, he was further tempered in the gangster battles that were killed in Xiangjing. He is twenty-eight years old this year. He is at the peak of his life, both mentally, mentally and physically. The sun is the most prosperous noon in the day!

Let’s take a look at the epileptic Qin Jiran, who was a track and field athlete. He was injured in an ankle Achilles tendon during training. He was also insulted by the coach, which caused him to be crazy and beat the coach. He was fired by the Sports Committee. Later, he was appreciated by the chairman and joined the Crab Committee and started his gangster career.

Qin Jiran is different from the other five tiger generals. He is not like Du Yinqiao's terrifying war god attributes, nor is he like Lingyu's physical strength to resist guns. He is an authentic wild way. He started to fight against peripheral members at first, learn from countless chases and kills, accumulate military achievements, and achieve the high position of the Five Tiger generals step by step, making him a real life of the struggle history of the young losers.

His crazy state is like the "Berserker" in fantasy novels. Once he starts to get mad, all enemies will be scared of it!

Such a situation of fighting between the two powerful people is like Mars hitting the earth, and only one side's death can stop them.

Qin Jiran's chair legs smashed Alvin's cheeks, and his skin burst on the spot, spurting three broken teeth out of his mouth.

At this moment, Alvin's chair legs also broke Qin Jiran's collarbone.

Qin Jiran, who was crazy, didn't feel any pain at all, grabbed the chair's leg and hit it again!

They grabbed each other's chair legs with their backhands, and stared at each other with panting and fighting cocks, unable to stand up for a moment.

His body was covered with wounds and bruises, and blood was splattered everywhere. After so long, Alvin was finally tired!

The subordinates on both sides were more nervous about the situation on the field. The sound of the legs of the ping-pong chair suddenly stopped, and the private room suddenly seemed silent like a dead silent, and only the heavy breathing of everyone could be heard.

Sergei could no longer bear it and shouted loudly: "Enough! Alvin! You are not his opponent, let me do it!" The voice was low and vibrated, like spring thunder sounded on the ground.

With this loud shout, Sergei jumped up and punched in the center of the mahjong table.

"Bang!"

The mahjong table was split on the spot, and a small whirlwind aroused in the middle. The two of them fell out in a mess in the opposite direction, and the mahjong tiles bounced all over the sky.

The metal box of the automatic shuffling device installed inside the table shot over, smashing the nearby glass window, and glass fragments fell all over the floor.

The fist is full of thunder, and it is really powerful. If someone dares to face the fist of a mammoth, he is afraid that the body will not be too complete.

Alvin stood beside the wall, gasping forever, and the ground was as dark as earth. The fist of the mammoth was so scary.

Qin Jiran, who had completely entered a state of madness, was not afraid, and his red eyes were even going to face the despair of the dire wolf and the mammoth at the same time.

Chen Huayao shouted coldly: "Enough, Lao Qin!"

Qin Jiran suddenly stopped and looked at the Chairman. His strange eyes faded away from blood red, and he quickly calmed down for a moment. Only the Chairman could calm Qin Jiran's anger in the madness.

Chen Huayao said: "Mammoth, do you want to intervene?"

"Yes, I can't stand it." Sergei licked his lips, gently brushed off the sharp wood slag that penetrated his fist, and smiled: "It's been a long time since I've been fighting, uh... it's like I can't poop. To be honest, I'm very impatient. Why just let me solve the battle, and you can clean up the arrogant little shrimps on your crab committee."

"The honor is so great that the Crab Committee will not disappoint you." Chen Huayao slowly took off his coat, revealing his lean muscles and the dazzling scars left on it. The escort took the clothes for him.

"Haha! Very good. I've been waiting for you for a long time. Come on, pervert Chen, let's have a good time!" Sergei grabbed the collar of the clothes with his backhand and tore off the clothes. The copper zipper on the leather jacket collapsed, and the joint of the thread end broke, and it was torn into several pieces of broken skin.

He pulled and pulled, and he would never drag his movements. The leather jacket he wore was like plastic film.

Alvin said: "Dear, dear Sergey, we haven't finished the fight yet..."

"Shut up! I'll kill you if I talk too much." Sergei looked over coldly, and the light that he wanted to eat in his eyes burst out.

Under his eyes, Alvin, who was extremely fierce and previously, dared not say anything more and chose to lower his eyes cowardly.

The two of them slowly stepped forward, stood opposite each other, standing on the wreckage of the broken mahjong table, looking at each other with cold eyes.

Only twenty centimeters apart, Sergei is 2.10 meters tall and weighs 280 kilograms, with wide shoulders and wide waist. His furry chest and arms are full of tangled muscle bumps, perfectly interpreting the terrifying term "prehistoric beast".

In front of him, Chen Huayao, who was only 1.80 meters tall, was only as tall as Sergei's shoulders. He was one head shorter, and his body looked even thin and pitiful, looking like an ant in front of a giant elephant, forming a sharp contrast.

"I can kill you with just one finger." The mammoth said condescendingly, which was also the voice of the four subordinates.

Chen Huayao said arrogantly: "On behalf of the Crab Committee, I would like to award you the Best Bragging Award, a ridiculous silly guy."

"Go to die!" Sergey punched him.

The biceps of the right upper arm of the world, which is comparable to the world's bodybuilder, squirming like a mouse. A strong wind blew up his fist and suddenly blew a few drops of sweat off Alvin's face in the distance.

Chen Huayao hurriedly raised his palm to meet.

A loud "bang" sound was even more unstoppable than a truck that was galloping. The chairman was knocked to the ground, and his face brushed through the screws that were originally placed on the mahjong table, and some blood was oozing out. If the distance was closer, his eyes would not be able to be kept.

"Good guy!" He underestimated the great strength of the mammoth.

Sergei fought alone with six elites with weapons from the Misilan Brotherhood. He solved the battle within half a minute and beat the monkey to death. He made Shi Mengkang unable to take care of himself. How could he be a false reputation?

The power of this punch is far more than three times that of the Mauryan King Xu Yinglian!

Chen Huayao didn't even think about it. A fish jumped forward, his movements were neat and slapped Sergei in the chest.

"Come on!" Sergei didn't resist any blocking and just let his attack, obviously full of confidence in his super strong body.

As the cold light flashed, the eight-centimeter-long screw that Chen Huayao secretly grabbed in his hand was inserted into Sergei's chest muscles.

Too sinister!

Whether facing the battle head-on or playing tricks, the chairman is never inferior to anyone, otherwise he could stand out from previous gang wars and remain intact until now.

Sergei suddenly realized and quickly leaned back. No matter how strong the muscles were, they might not be able to compete with the nails.

Chen Huayao sneered and dragged it a long way, and the screw pulled a bloody hole in his chest.

The threads of the screws cause the flesh to roll in the wound, as if the field had just been plowed by a rake.

"I'm going to kill you!" Sergei was furious. The hot and stinging sensation brought by the wound on his chest did not make him lose his ability to move, but instead stimulated the ferociousness of the beast.

Another punch was swung at Chen Huayao.

Chen Huayao did not avoid it, and punched him in the face at a faster speed.

Sergei's arm span is 2.19 meters long, nine centimeters longer than his height. His long arms are like gorillas, and they grow much more than Chen Huayao. They also use punches, and those with longer hands have obvious advantages. Just like a spear and a short sword attack at the same time, the spear will hit the target first. Chen Huayao just met him and was hit on the face by Sergei's fist.

Good guy!

This punch is very sensation of arcade fighting game-like attacks. Sergei attacks from top to bottom, his muscles float with the movements, and his fist blew with a sharp and powerful wind. It seemed like an invincible monster that really descended to the real world.

Not to mention the fragile flesh and blood of ordinary people, even if a chariot comes, it will be smashed under his fist.

Chen Huayao suddenly bounced up, crossed a distance of five or six meters, and hit the wall behind him hard.

The exquisite cloud-patterned wallpaper touched by the back was torn to pieces, and some hollow beech wood wall skirts collapsed, and the wood was squeezed and squeaked. The chandeliers on the ceiling were shaking in the vibration, and the light was swaying as the light swayed.

It was like a storm baptism, and the audience had no doubt that the mahjong box would be completely removed with one punch.

The dire wolf Alvin only said that his fighting skills were arrogant to Nordics. Seeing the power of this punch with his own eyes, he was so scared that his mouth was dry and his heart was pounding. No matter how gorgeous and exquisite assassination skills were, they had no room for martial arts before their absolute power.

The so-called one force reduces ten goals, but that’s it!

According to the international Black Boxing organization's division of boxers' strength, the fourth-level elites are the mainstays of forces in various places. For example, Xu Yinglian, the Peacock King of Fengdi Company, the Nervous Knife Longer of the Hungry Dog Pioneer, Chen Ke, the Ripper of Zhengde Casino, Fan Hongyu, the new president of Lingyun Club, Changsheng, the chief coach of the Krypton Gold Paladin of the Krypton Gold Legion, etc. These people have high combat power and can support a large gang alone.

The epileptic Qin Jiran and the dire wolf Alvin have reached the peak level of level 4, which is better than the masters mentioned above, which is rare in the world.

Let’s take a look at the mammoth Sergei. He smashed the solid mahjong table with one punch, forcibly separated the two Level 4 elite masters in the fierce battle with one punch, and then knocked Chen Huayao away with another punch, causing shocking destructive power. It’s really scary, and it’s at least a level 5 or above.

Level 5 elite!

Don't think that the word "five" of the level five elite is just a simple number.
Chapter completed!