Campus Knight's Martial Fate

"One finger...... Dingzhongyuan?" Song Chengfeng looked at the big red man who fell to the ground in a daze, "China is arrogant?" He drank the fire dragon juice, and his internal force was amplified a thousand times before he could defeat the big man, and now his blood was broken through, and he couldn't make a move, so he was not the opponent of the red man at all. Dad can so easily rule the internal force of this big man to death, you can imagine how powerful this Chinese arrogant skill is!

"Poof-" The big red man got up, a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out, his big red head glared at Song Weizhong, his face full of horror, "Song ...... Song Bingyi, you are actually ...... China's proud skill!Drink-".

"You madman, thirty years have passed, don't you still know how many people you have to kill?" Song Weizhong said, his right index finger "soared" out of flames, his steps changed, and in an instant, he rushed to the front of the red man, and poked a finger at the red man's neck.

"Drink-Song Bingyi, hand over the Chinese arrogance!" The red man suddenly launched a frenzy, and a pair of big red hands grabbed Song Weizhong's shoulders with a "click", and immediately threw Song Weizhong's whole person into the air.

"Hah!" Song Weizhong's arm shifted, and one arm smashed into the red man's face, and the big man's cheek cracked with a "click".

"Poof—" The big man flew out with a mouthful of blood and three teeth.

"Evil does not prevail over good, you who have gone mad, and you still want to appreciate the mystery of China's arrogance?" Song Weizhong stood his fingers with one hand, smashed down with one arm, and immediately knocked the red man to his knees with a "click", and his knees smashed through the floor at once, and he fell down with a "bang". Looking down, there was a black hole, like an abyss.

"Where to go!" Song Chengfeng saw that the bald third elder with a broken arm was about to escape at this time, so he dragged his injured body, jumped up, and slammed a tiger claw on his head, pressing him to the ground at once.

"Young Hero...... The young man spares his life, I am bald...... Be a cow and a horse for you......" The bald third elder covered his severed arm that was bleeding continuously, and was dragged all the way to the front by Song Chengfeng, and threw it next to Feng Jianguo, who was half-dead in the concrete floor with his lower body, leaving a long blood trail on the marble floor.

"You all don't deserve to live on a horse!" Song Chengfeng thought of his own encounters, and thought of Zaina's tragic death underground, as well as the tragic situation of Ma Yuqing and Ma Zhongkui who were about to die...... He was so angry that he raised his right hand and was about to smash it down with a tiger claw.

"Spare your life, spare your life!" The bald third elder leaned on the half-dead Feng Jianguo's body, and was so frightened that he was urinating.

"Enough. At this time, Song Weizhong grabbed Song Chengfeng's arm with a powerful big hand, and there was an undoubted majesty between his words.

"Do they also deserve to live!" Song Chengfeng roared.

"There is naturally the law of time in the world, and they must also be handed over to their law to deal with. Song Weizhong said, then looked at the gate, only to see a large group of officers and soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms and holding swords and shields in their hands broke in and surrounded them.