Campus Knight's Martial Fate

"Hey, don't be afraid. Song Chengfeng took Ma Yuqing behind him. turned around, but saw that her face was indifferent, and her face did not change. "Aren't you afraid at all?"

"What are you afraid of?" Ma Yuqing said, picking up the driver's head with one tiptoe, kicking the generous head back with a "whoosh", and slamming it on the head of the little leader of the Red Scythe Society, and the brain and blood flowed through his head.

", who did it!" the little leader didn't care to wipe the blood from his face, brandishing his scythe and roaring loudly.

The people around were so frightened that they screamed, knelt on the ground, put their heads on the ground, and did not dare to get up.

"Zhenta Brewing Comparison," the little leader was furious, and he lifted his bloody head, stuck it in the scythe, brandished it, and roared loudly at the crowd, "See, this is the fate of daring to oppose our Red Scythe Society!"

At this time, a younger brother stood up, echoed the little leader, and said, "Now we, the Red Sickle, will actively respond to the policy of the imperial court, work together to create a harmonious city, and strive to achieve universal harmony, so we represent the interests of all the people of Hanjing! Every grass and tree in Hanjing belongs to the common people of Hanjing, and the bus should be given to us to sit on, so why should we collect money! Everyone said yes!" The little brother immediately raised his arms and shouted.

The people around them were silent, and they only lay on the ground and shivered, not daring to speak.

"Are you the one who is stepping on the horse!" The younger brother waved the blood-red scythe in his hand, intimidating the crowd, and scolded angrily, "If you dare not actively respond to our Red Scythe Society's approach, you are against us, come, hack all these silent ones to death!"

Riding on the horse, hasn't the Red Scythe Society stopped for a while since the last time the bald three elders were arrested? Why is it getting worse now? Song Chengfeng only felt very angry, he just wanted to step forward to teach the scum of the Red Scythe Society a lesson, but suddenly heard a miserable scream.

I saw that the little brother who was showing off his martial arts had fallen in a pool of blood at this time, spurting blood from his mouth, and the little minions who were about to do it to the people were already lying on the ground and wailing, either with broken hands or broken feet.

"Rider, who's who!" At this time, the little leader suddenly roared angrily, but unexpectedly, with a "bang", the little leader was instantly smashed to the ground.

"It's me, how's it going?" At this time, I saw a young man with a height of more than 1.9 meters, holding a broom used by a roadside cleaner, pointing to the little boss lying on the ground, and said sharply.

"Horse-stepping, horse-stepping, our Red Scythe Society is here to build a Datong society, and they dare to attack us in the street! Come on, hack me to death!" At this time, the little leader gave an order, and all the small minions around him picked up their sickles and rushed towards the young man.

The young man was unusually strong, and he waited unhurriedly for the group of minions to rush in front of him, and then he flicked the broom, "whoosh-" to the ground, and only heard the crisp sound of "crackling", and seven or eight small minions were swept away by the broom.

"Ha-" More than a dozen little minions attacked from behind, and the young man, with his height of more than one meter and nine, opened his long legs and retreated, and instantly opened the distance, "whoosh" and inserted, and then used the broom in his hand to stir up the dozen sickles together, and then "swished" all of them flew out.