The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

After Ye Feng's second move knocked one person into the air, these people finally had a countermeasure. Perhaps they had already reacted, but their eyes were faster than their bodies.

Even if they watched Ye Feng make a move, they knew in their minds that they needed to take countermeasures, but their bodies couldn't keep up, so there was nothing they could do.

With the second kick, Ye Feng kicked another person over.

Originally, there were more than a dozen people surrounding Ye Feng. Even just now, when Ye Feng was attacked, some people could not enter the encirclement at all. .

In contrast, the person Ye Feng stepped out with his first foot was a little better, and he was struggling to stand up now, but this was just a random kick Ye Feng stepped on to get out of the encirclement.

And the four people who were hit one after another under Ye Feng's three-step charge were already lying on the ground at this time, unable to stand up at all.

A feeling of fear rose from the hearts of these people, just because of Ye Feng's kick that overturned the three of them just now, maybe they will remember it for a lifetime.

This battle seems to have come to an end before it even started.

However, some things, even if the ending is doomed, still have to be done.

"Quick, let's all go together, what are you all doing? Don't let him have a chance to make a move!" Ke Huadong looked a little anxious, he never thought that Ye Feng could still occupy an absolute position surrounded by so many people dominant position.

And if these people really failed to take down Ye Feng, let alone how Ye Feng would deal with him, even if Ye Feng let him go, is this breath destined to be swallowed like this?

"What the hell! Move the guy! If something goes wrong, I'll fix it!"

These people were also very clear about Ke Huadong's abilities. Then, some people stepped back and took out anti-riot equipment such as electric batons and sprays from their waists.

Just looking at such equipment, it is doomed that these people will not be ordinary bastards.

These are the majority, but there are still a few people who took out traditional daggers and sticks. However, compared to sharp weapons like daggers and blunt weapons like sticks, Ye Feng thinks spray is the most troublesome.

Sharp weapons such as daggers and various blunt weapons may be no less threatening than these anti-riot equipment, but if one is not careful, it will kill a person, and anti-riot items such as electric batons and spray can be used in the safest situation. Take control of the situation.

As the electric batons in the hands of several people began to crackle, Ye Feng also retreated a certain distance. The electric batons are easy to talk about, and the anti-riot spray really made Ye Feng a little scared.

If this thing is not a fake and shoddy product, just a little bit of it can make people want to die.

Even though Ye Feng's physical fitness is outstanding and he can develop a great resistance to this thing, but Ye Feng has experienced the unpleasant taste.

To a certain extent, this thing is even more troublesome to Ye Feng than guns.

As long as the guns avoid the opponent's muzzle, or seek cover, they can protect themselves. Even if Ye Feng can resist, it's just a little pain.

But this anti-riot spray is a bit difficult to deal with. If you spray it on your body, the gust of wind caused by your movements may make a small part of it fly into your nose and mouth.

However, Ye Feng naturally wouldn't be so frightened. Looking around, Ye Feng walked to a corner, took a mop, stepped down, and Ye Feng broke the mop.

Picking up the handle part, Ye Feng pulled out a stick flower in his hand, and then pointed at those people who just felt at ease because they took out all kinds of weapons.

A look of disdain emanated from Ye Feng's body. Although Ye Feng, who was holding a mop stick at this time, seemed a little funny, but maybe this kind of thinking only appeared in the hearts of passers-by.

At this time, those people who were opposing Ye Feng even had an illusion that what Ye Feng was holding at this time was not a mop stick, but a magical weapon capable of cutting everything.

One inch long and one inch strong, after having such a long stick in his hand, Ye Feng gained confidence.

Because the mop stick was destined to be unable to withstand too strong a blow, this time, Ye Feng put away the thunder-like fighting style just now, and walked towards these people slowly.

Immediately, Ye Feng tapped the mop stick on the ground gently, with an inherent rhythm, making a shocking clicking sound.

Although tens of thousands of people are going to go, Ye Feng has such an aura at this time.

And those on the opposite side are not tens of thousands of people, and the advantage is entirely on Ye Feng's side.

The moment Ye Feng picked up the mop stick, it should be said that these people decided to attack Ye Feng, this was destined to be a crush.

"what!"

Someone roared, it seemed that Ye Feng was suppressed too hard by his aura, and finally someone rushed towards Ye Feng.

Kong has courage, but his strength is not proportional.

Ye Feng gently raised the wooden stick in his hand, and pressed it against the man's forehead.

The movement is not fast, but it is even more weird that it cannot be avoided at all. When Ye Feng raised the wooden stick in his hand, the other party had the movement of dodging, but the tip of the stick still followed him when he was dodging. forehead.

No matter how fast he evaded, it couldn't be as fast as Ye Feng's hand.

There was a sudden push on the man's head, and even the wooden stick in Ye Feng's hand was slightly bent.

Seeing this, Ye Feng quickly retracted his hand. This wooden stick was used by him to deal with the spray. If it was broken, it would be a little troublesome.

Although he pushed with a wooden stick, he did not completely stop the opponent's momentum. Although Ye Feng withdrew his hand backwards, his body did not retreat but moved forward, and he kicked the man's neck. superior.

The man was thrown into the air by Ye Feng's kick in an instant, and his body was turned upside down. Perhaps it was because Ye Feng's kick hit the man's main artery. The instant lack of oxygen in the brain caused the man to roll his eyes and pass out when he was in the air. .

When this person rushed out, it also led to the next round of attacks on Ye Feng by other people. As soon as the front foot killed one person, the people behind followed up.

Although the people at the front were already approaching, Ye Feng didn't make any movements. At this moment, his attention was always on the people holding the spray in the back row.

In an instant, Ye Feng narrowed his eyes, and then stabbed the wooden stick out from the gap between the crowd. The direction the wooden stick pointed seemed to be the spray in the hands of one of them.

With one blow, Ye Feng let the spray out of the man's hand smoothly.