Reborn in the 70s / Reborn in 1978

To be honest, he was also a little nervous. The other party had two knives. Grandpa He Long's two kitchen knives caused a revolution back then.

While walking, he moved his hands and feet, touched the holster with his right hand to the back of his waist, and licked his lips. If it was impossible, he could only put the opponent down. Now he is still a policeman in name.

To put it slowly, in just a few minutes, those two people had rushed over from the third class.

Mr. Cui must be old, people in their [-]s and [-]s, their physical fitness has deteriorated a lot, and they were cut several times while running. Fortunately, it is winter and they are all wearing cotton jackets. It's not too serious on the head.

The students fled in all directions, and the two ran amok, and soon they were not far from Zhang Xingming.

Zhang Xingming speeded up and passed through the pile of students without caring about anything else. The students who stood in front of him immediately pulled away, in exchange for continuous scolding.

There was another scream, and the students dispersed in a large empty field. Two girls were knocked down by the avoiding boys, screaming loudly and unable to stand up, tears pouring out lifelessly.

Zhang Xingming stared at the two running people, accelerated suddenly, and rushed towards Teacher Cui who was running in front.

It is this teacher Cui who controls the direction, and if he is not forced to stop, he will not be able to deal with the Dual Swordsmen behind him.

Teacher Cui was full of anxiety, and shouted loudly: "Get up, get out of the way." Suddenly seeing Zhang Xingming rushing towards him, he subconsciously changed his direction, cursing: "Mom, get out of here, get out of here!" .”

Zhang Xingming accelerated again, and brushed past Teacher Cui. When he was in the wrong position, he raised his right arm horizontally and exerted force on his waist. He cut across the collarbone of Teacher Cui with the middle of his arm, and grasped the cotton-padded jacket on his left shoulder with his hand at the moment of contact. , into his arms.

The whole body of Teacher Cui who was running fast was twisted by Zhang Xingming, and he lost his balance. Zhang Xingming raised his hand, and Teacher Cui's body turned more than half a circle, fell firmly on the ground, and then rolled a few meters away before stopping .

Zhang Xingming also hated him for not being idle at this time, so he didn't care about his life, but this was the most energy-saving and time-saving way.

As soon as Teacher Cui fell, the speed of the two-horseman chasing behind immediately dropped, his big steps became small steps, his hands holding the knife stopped swinging, and he was ready to slash. past.

Zhang Xingming had already run to the other side at this time, he didn't dare to stop just now, he could only run straight forward, otherwise he would fall down too.

As a result, he went behind the Dual Swordsman instead.

Taking a breath, Zhang Xingming exerted force on his feet, turned his body back, and rushed towards the Swordsman.

That buddy actually noticed Zhang Xingming's movements in his busy schedule, turned his head and shouted: "Get out, it's nothing to do with you." It looked like a man who had experienced many battles, and his mind was relatively clear, unlike those who started fighting at the beginning, His head was completely bewildered, and he couldn't pay attention to his surroundings at all.

Chapter 274 The Style of That Sword (4)

Zhang Xingming didn't speak, and rushed to the side of the Double Swordsman in a few steps. The buddy's eyes were fierce, and he slashed at Zhang Xingming with the knife in his left hand, but it was just to scare him. He still ran towards Teacher Cui who was still lying on the ground, The knife has been raised.

Zhang Xingming took a deep breath, narrowly avoided the kitchen knife he was gesturing with his left hand, reached out and grabbed the sleeve of his clothes, and pulled it to the side with all his might, the Dual Swordsman staggered, almost fell, and shouted: "I Fuck your mother." He ran towards Zhang Xingming.

At this time, it was Zhang Xingming's home game, and he was relieved. In fact, he was also relying on his thick winter clothes. If Xia Tian caught this just now, he would really have to think about it.

When the Dual Swordsman adjusted his balance, he had already leaned in completely, and a punch was poured into his eyes, and then his body shrank back, lowered his upper body, twisted his waist and kicked his legs, and while avoiding the kitchen knife, he swung his feet. He made an arc, and the soles of his shoes directly hit the face of Shuang Dao Xia.

This time the kick was solid, the kitchen knife in the left hand of the Double Swordsman fell to the ground, and he staggered back a few steps.

Zhang Xingming rushed over to grab his right hand holding the saber, put his hands together, and twisted his right hand behind him in a small twist, unloaded his saber, grabbed his right hand and lifted it up, double-knife man! With a roar of pain, he fell to his knees on the ground.

With one move of the military boxing, the enemy's arms are thrown into the white blade, and he does not step up to kill.

The students all around cheered and shouted, and some clapped their hands.

Then students from all directions gathered around Zhang Xingming, discussing loudly with excitement and exaggeration, those who saw it with their own eyes loudly told those who didn't see it later.

Zhang Xingming was panting heavily while holding the right hand of the Dual Swordsman. At this time, this buddy still had the ability to resist, so he didn't dare to relax.

Over there, Teacher Cui climbed up with the support of several students. He fell hard just now, and his hands and face were scratched. At this time, blood oozes out, which looks a bit scary.

He looked at his hand, spat out a few mouthfuls of bloody sand, twisted a few times to break away from the student who was supporting him, and limped over.

"Which class are you in? Damn it." He yelled at Zhang Xingming.

Zhang Xingming glanced at him, took a deep breath, resisted the urge to kick him, ignored him, turned to look at the students next to him, and said, "Call the teacher, someone is looking for a rope or something."

Just as he was talking, the student on the side exclaimed, and suddenly he was pushed heavily on the shoulder. In a hurry, he had to let go of the right hand of the swordsman, took two steps to the side to find his balance, and turned his head to look over. Teacher Cui Zheng Zheng looked at him viciously: "Damn it, which class is forcing you, can't you listen?"

Zhang Xingming's angry blood rushed to his head, and he roared: "Are you sick?"

Teacher Cui wiped his face with the back of his hand, gritted his teeth in pain, saw the blood on his hand again, and cursed bitterly: "I fucked your mother, little boy, did you see that I fell? Look? I fucked you!" Oh shit."

Zhang Xingming looked him up and down, frowned and said, "Look at you, do you look like a teacher? Huh? An old man, a teacher. When something happens, he sneaks into the crowd of students and uses students to block him." Knife. Your mouth is full of foul words like dung, are you still a man?"

The students on the side of the teaching building dispersed one after another, and Principal Zhou and several male teachers walked over quickly.

Principal Zhou looked at the situation as he walked, and he was obviously relieved.

He could see clearly from above that a student who didn't know what grade rushed up to stop the two people, and then his head suddenly became big, and he turned around and ran downstairs.

I'll check the situation now, obviously I've got it under control, I recited Amitabha a few times in my heart, and walked over with big strides.

Teacher Cui has already strode towards Zhang Xingming: "Your mother is forcing you to talk about who? I will kill you, you son of a bitch."

The boy next to him started booing: Oh...

"Cutting him, what the hell is the teacher?"

"Fuck him, fuck him, what a joke."

"Er Ming, let him go. He did it first, and we will testify."

The whole scene now is that Zhang Xingming is standing there, the Swordsman is two meters away from him, kneeling on the ground and moving his strained right arm.Teacher Cui walked towards Zhang Xingming while cursing, about three or four meters away from Zhang Xingming, and more than two meters away from the kneeling one.

Principal Zhou came from another direction, and was still more than ten meters away from the three of them.

Two kitchen knives, one was [-] centimeters below Zhang Xingming's feet, and the other was on Teacher Cui's side, right between Teacher Cui and the Swordsman.

Zhang Xingming glanced at the kitchen knife on the ground, and looked at Teacher Cui who was walking over. He was very annoyed, wondering if he just knocked him down. This was the first time he saw such a disgusting person.

The male students next to him were all coaxed, and they all scolded Teacher Cui for not being a man.

Most middle school students in Northeast China at this time are not really afraid of the teacher, they just do what they say, but as long as you don’t overdo it, he will definitely listen to you. This is a matter of identity, not a matter of courage.

Teacher Cui stared at Zhang Xingming, cursed and ran over, ready to beat him.

However, in such a flash, something happened suddenly.

Kneeling on the ground, the Dual Swordsman suddenly struggled to stand up, his right arm was severely strained by Zhang Xingming, and he could not exert any strength, so he hung by his side, and a gleaming old army stab came out from his left hand.

That is, in the blink of an eye, the students next to me hadn't seen what was going on, and their mouths hadn't opened yet to make a sound.

Teacher Cui raised his right hand, ready to slap Zhang Xingming in the face.

The Swordsman suddenly exerted force and slammed into Teacher Cui. At this time, Teacher Cui had just passed by him, which was less than half a meter away.

Zhang Xingming stretched his right hand to his lower back, but it was too late, this was something no one could have imagined.

This buddy is not a double sword, but a triple sword.