physical education teacher

The moment the wooden crutch and the blade collided, a small half was cut off, and then flew straight out to draw a perfect parabola.

Yan Xiaoyu had a cold face and didn't show any superfluous expressions. From Jin Shaoyang's position, he could only see his standing upright figure and his somewhat thin profile.

The golden hair swayed gently with the breeze, and the slanted bangs covered the eyebrows, only revealing the calm eyes.

"Trash." Although he was in a weak position, Yan Xiaoyu spit out these two words aggressively.

Hearing this, the leader immediately slashed his machete at Yu Xiaoyu in anger, "Tmd, it's only a cripple who talks so hard! The physical education teacher is so crazy!"

There was still a slight smile on Yan Xiaoyu's face, and the corners of his raised mouth revealed a sense of sexiness and fragility, which made people have an urge to rush forward to protect him, so Jin Shaoyang clenched his fists vaguely.

Yan Xiaoyu stood steadily, then picked up the half of the crutch and pressed it straight to the leader's wrist, and at this moment the leader's machete was less than [-] centimeters away from Yan Xiaoyu.

It's like a race between speed and recklessness, whoever is afraid first loses first.

Yan Xiaoyu narrowed his eyes slightly, like a lazy cat, but the strength in his arms deepened little by little.

However, when the machete was about to touch Yu Xiaoyu's neck, the arm of the leading man suddenly shook and then retracted. It was obvious that he lost.

But Yan Xiaoyu didn't give him a chance to back down. In a man-to-man duel, a defeat would be catastrophic.

So the speed of his hand suddenly increased, and then he pushed the crutch forward and slashed directly at his arm. The man was startled, took a step back, and his arm began to tremble.

The machete fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the crutch had already scratched the man's clothes and pierced his arm.

Yan Xiaoyu smiled in satisfaction, then bent down and picked up the knife, but he didn't expect that the process of grabbing the knife just now had the effect of killing chickens and monkeys.

In fact, in a sense, Hui Xiaoyu did this on purpose. If he wanted to get the knife, there are many faster ways. He did it purely to save time. After all, this is a school. Okay, so this battle is not good for you whether you win or lose.

Knowing that these people are here to find his own business, Yan Xiaoyu is actually very relieved. Although he is said to be inconvenient to move now, the school is too sensitive. If it is not for some absolute goal, no one will take the risk here Let's kill.

After all, his identity is not as special as that of Jin Shaoyang, these people are just punks that Li Su found in the society, so it's no big deal to be beaten up by a group at most.

After he figured it out, Yan Xiaoyu became extraordinarily calm, so calm that even more than a dozen people on the other side would not dare to attack him, a cripple with limited mobility.

Brothers are really cowardly!Yan Xiaoyu watched them surround him step by step but didn't dare to act rashly, he couldn't help sighing in his heart and then rolled his eyes.

However, it seemed that this eye-rolling action angered them, and one of the gangsters who dyed his hair into wine red became angry for a moment, raised his machete and rushed towards Yan Xiaoyu: "Damn, it's still like this when you are about to die." Pull, really think that brothers dare not do anything to you? Brother Tian, ​​let's go!"

With his yelling, it seemed that the anger of everyone present was ignited. They all stared at Yu Xiaoyu and raised their machetes.

Oops, Hui Xiaoyu was depressed for a while, his leg injury is still not healed, and if he doesn't want to leave any sequelae, he can't do strenuous exercise, so at this moment even if the machete is pointed at his head to greet him, he can't act rashly. Can only dodge sideways and cannot escape!

If they attacked one by one, he might have escaped by chance, but with such a posture, he seemed very likely to be stabbed into a hornet's nest!

Damn, what I have is luck, what I lost is life!

Gritting his teeth, Yan Xiaoyu suddenly raised his hand to grab a machete that was slashing at his head, and then dodged to avoid the knife that was slashing at his back.

Drops of blood flowed down the palm of his hand slowly, and the bright red blood on the fair skin exuded an almost eerie glow in the sun.

Withdrawing his hand and clenched his fist tightly, he swung the machete fiercely. The blade pierced the air and made a harsh sound. The smile on Yan Xiaoyu's face gradually disappeared and was replaced by a bloodthirsty seriousness and coldness.

Jin Shaoyang looked at his figure and frowned slightly.

Yan Xiaoyu couldn't remember how many knives he had swung and how many injuries he had suffered. In short, he remembered that his legs hadn't moved, he just stood firmly on the spot and swung the machete in his hand fiercely. , Yan Xiaoyu's strength is obviously stronger and his technique is more skillful. Every time he cuts, he will block the opponent's attack and launch a counterattack, so even though it is a bit strenuous, Yan Xiaoyu has not been defeated.

However, the facts have proved that the old Chinese saying that more people are more powerful is absolutely correct, because no matter how proficient Yan Xiaoyu's sword skills are, even if he is a pig killer at all, he is not as good as a group of laymen who have just started to attack him .

After all, a person's strength is limited, and fighting is also an art, which requires the cooperation of speed and strength.

If it was a one-on-one fight, Xiaoyu would definitely win, but it happened to be the most wasteful group fight. Fighting on campus, Xiaoyu didn't dare to kill him with a single blow, so every attack could only make them barely lose the battle. ability, but whenever they eased off, they would rush in and attack again.

Yan Xiaoyu gripped the handle of the knife, but sweat had already rolled down his cheeks. In fact, if they looked carefully, they would find that Yan Xiaoyu didn't have much strength at this time, and the wrist holding the handle of the knife trembled slightly. Swinging the knife seemed to take the last of his strength, and his face was covered with blood, which was alluring, but he didn't know whose blood it was.

The leading man, known as Brother Tian, ​​took a step back and withdrew from the battle, but he was the first to discover Yu Xiaoyu's weakness: "You all separate and flank each other. I don't believe he can grow two hands from his back!"

It seemed that it was because he hadn't encountered a strong enemy for a long time. At this time, the man's voice was obviously tired but extremely excited.

Hearing this, those younger brothers also came out of the misunderstanding in an instant. Yan Xiaoyu is not stupid, knowing that they will see the flaw sooner or later, so when they attacked, Yan Xiaoyu kept turning the direction, trying to face the front They, and he would turn around quickly when they changed directions to attack, so in the long run they didn't pay much attention to Yu Xiaoyu's back, but the man's words made them immediately find the way to attack The best way, after all, no matter how powerful Yan Xiaoyu is, he only has two hands.