Excellent beauty's personal security guard

Matsushita will never forget the night in the capital when he was humiliated by Zhao Jianhui's people with his bare ass. when he remembered it, he got goose bumps all over. If possible, he also wanted Zhao Jianhui to taste it.

Ikeda Yumei has been calculating the best time to shoot. Seeing that Zhao Jianhui's full energy seems to be focused on the fat men around him, she doesn't pay attention to herself at all. Ikeda Yumei turned her wrist and a bright single knife appeared in her hand.

Ikeda Yumei's knife is specially customized. It's less than a foot long and only three fingers wide. Strictly speaking, it can't be regarded as a knife. It should be regarded as a huge dagger. However, the dagger is made into a single knife, and the cold light is frightening.

Ikeda Yumei's body burst up like a bird and jumped up from two meters away. Even people with knives jumped down from high altitude, and the cold blade hit Zhao Jianhui's face.

Zhao Jianhui suddenly smiled and jumped up quickly. His back was almost close to the pine tree and rose five meters. Ikeda Yumei, dressed in white, was like a fairy in the air. She cut down the soles of Zhao Jianhui's feet with a single knife to the big tree behind him. When she found that the person she was going to cut was already flying over her head, Ikeda quickly changed her moves. As soon as her left hand patted the trunk and turned back, she lifted her right hand with a single knife.

Zhao Jianhui wanted to step on her to breathe, but he didn't know that the woman changed her moves very quickly. When she turned back, she also prevented her move, so she laughed loudly, put her toes on the tree trunk, rose up obliquely, and then ran up. More than a meter tall people folded their bodies horizontally in the air, accelerated the line change, and almost landed at the same time as Ikeda Yumei, cutting one palm horizontally, Straight into her dead corner.

Ikeda Yumei didn't expect Zhao Jianhui to have this hand, but it was too late to think about it. She subconsciously bowed her waist, and the hand holding the knife cut back from behind to Zhao Jianhui.

"Isn't it good? It seems that your Kung Fu has been greatly improved after Hong Kong's departure?" As Zhao Jianhui boasted, while his right foot touched the ground, his left leg kicked out against her right rib.

Ikeda Yumei didn't expect that Zhao Jianhui could make a move at this angle. She was surprised and flew back. As soon as the hand holding the knife wanted to be recovered, she gave Zhao Jianhui a sweep and flew out with a single knife.

Zhao Jianhui roared and swept her head with a series of whirlwind legs. Ikeda Yumei timely lowered her head to avoid a disaster. As soon as she retreated, she immediately launched a counterattack and quickly swept over his neck with the wind.

Zhao Jianhui stepped forward and raised his arm to block the blow. Unexpectedly, her boxing and foot skills were not vague. The strength was very heavy. Even Zhao Jianhui felt a slight pain in his arm.

Ikeda Yumei hit it well, and jumped up like a lightning bolt. Her body turned and her left foot flew up. Zhao Jianhui had enough strength to prepare to block it again. As a result, Ikeda Yumei's move was a false move. Just now she kicked Zhao Jianhui's arm, and her toe and half of her lower leg were numb. How dare she really kick Zhao Jianhui's body? Seeing Zhao Jianhui as she imagined, she set up her arm to block hard. Her right foot supporting her body rose up again. While her body was rotating in the air, her right leg was aimed at the lower part of Zhao Jianhui's abdomen

Smelly man, don't you bully people with your strong body? Do you have bones in this place, hard as iron?

"Ah? You are such a cruel woman. How can you hit here? " Zhao Jianhui's face slightly changed, with a trace of panic, and his right leg raised to block.

Ikeda Yumei hummed in her mouth. This move immediately became virtual. Her body fell to the ground and her right arm supported the ground. Unexpectedly, she held her body in mid air, and her left foot pushed Zhao Jianhui's only leg to support her body.

If she kicks her, although it will not infer a fracture, it is bound to fall a big somersault. Zhao Jianhui paused on one leg and smiled,

His arms were open and like the wings of a giant bird. He actually raised his body by half a meter in this posture. Immediately after, his body fell in the air, and the toe of the Golden Rooster rushed down independently stepped down against Ikeda Yumei's calf. Similarly, as long as Zhao Jianhui's toe is stepped on, Ikeda Yumei's leg must be broken.

Ikeda Yumei's body turned again, like a hip-hop dance. She danced with her two arms and kicked Zhao Jianhui's belly. The woman recognized that this place is the weak part of men. She can't kick Zhao Jianhui. It seems that she is very unwilling.

Zhao Jianhui took back the left foot that had been stretched flat in front, turned his body, rolled out two or three meters away and landed steadily.

Ikeda stood up with a beautiful handstand and looked contemptuously at Zhao Jianhui. That seems to mean, aren't you great? Why is it so difficult today? Is it possible to come out?

Otherwise, how can a woman have long hair and short insight? Zhao Jianhui teased her like a cat and mouse. Ikeda Yumei didn't feel it at all. He thought he had trained hard after he came back from Hong Kong, and his kung fu had greatly improved.

Zhao Jianhui sneered and hooked her hand. Ikeda Yumei's eyebrows immediately stood up: "damn man..." her feet made a mistake and stepped on dazzling steps to launch a fierce attack around Zhao Jianhui. Her leg Kung Fu should also be regarded as powerful, amazing, fast and fierce, and the angle is extremely tricky. If someone else had changed, he might have kicked him long ago. This time, Zhao Jianhui nailed his feet firmly to the ground and didn't move half a step. He just raised his hands and cut off the legs kicked by Ikeda Yumei.

Ikeda Yumei seems to see the power of Zhao Jianhui's hands. As long as he is "cut", his legs and feet must be broken. So, there was a very strange scene on the field. The kicked man didn't move, but the kicked man retreated. Ikeda Yumei's attack circle became larger and larger. She couldn't help howling, arched her right leg and repeated the old trick. She went forward, put her hands on the ground and kicked Zhao Jianhui's lower abdomen with her feet.

Zhao Jianhui smiled and said in his heart, do you really think your move is very powerful? He suddenly took a half step forward, roared, raised his hand and waved it towards her leg.

Ikeda Yumei's calf collided with Zhao Jianhui's palm. No one doubts that her legs have the destructive power of broken wood and bricks, but her leg is still flesh and blood after all. Even if it is a steel plate, Zhao Jianhui can cut her off, not to mention a woman's calf?

With Ikeda Yumei's loud scream, the red blood splashed all over the ground. She screamed, covered her legs and fell to the ground. Her snow-white clothes and skirts were covered with dust.

"You... You..." Ikeda Yumei saw Zhao Jianhui standing in front of her with a smile and rubbing her palms. It seemed that her body was dirty his hands. She was hurt and angry. She couldn't speak any more.

Of course, Zhao Jianhui saw what she meant, grabbed in front of her and said with a sneer: "today I'll teach you a lesson. You don't need to spend your fists and legs on the battlefield. You pay attention to life and death rather than victory and defeat on the battlefield. As long as we can kill the enemy, we can use any means and weapons. And the best weapon is your body. Head, mouth, hand, shoulder, arm, elbow, hip, knee, leg and foot can kill. Do you understand, little sister? "

"You... You bastard..." Yumei Ikeda looked at his calm appearance and couldn't help gnashing her teeth: "if you can kill me, otherwise, I won't let you go..."

Zhao Jianhui put up a middle finger and shook it in front of her eyes: "beautiful lady, your abacus is wrong..." before she reacted, Zhao Jianhui had quickly turned sideways and lightning came to Matsushita zhiwulang. What he saw was the cruel murderous spirit in his eyes.

One of his hands was still in his arms. He saw Zhao Jianhui floating in front of him, and Matsushita's frightened face twisted. Zhao Jianhui smiled and said, "hurry up..."

"Oh, ah?" Matsushita ichigoro simply didn't know what to think of the monster in front of him. Unfortunately, he really couldn't get up any more. The next moment, Zhao Jianhui's hand knife hit him hard on the neck. He was like being hit by an axe. The cry stopped suddenly, his tongue stuck out, one hand covered his neck and retreated frequently, and the hand in his arms finally pulled out at this time, holding a pistol in his hand!

Just now, Ikeda Yumei's face clearly changed color in pain, but she still endured the pain to lead herself to speak. There was a deep surprise hidden at the top of her eyebrows. Zhao Jianhui knew that the woman had something else to rely on. With a sweep of his eyes, he had found the abnormality of the fat man behind him.

Although Matsushita zhiwulang's pistol was pulled out, the slow speed could not aim at Zhao Jianhui, and could not pose a threat. Zhao Jianhui pounced, grabbed his wrist and twisted it. At the same time, he grabbed the gun with his right hand. At this moment, Matsushita finally pulled the trigger, but what made him wonder was that the gun didn't ring - because Zhao Jianhui's thumb pulled the insurance by the way.

Zhao Jianhui grabbed his gun and twisted it. Matsushita zhiwulang's finger was cut off by the trigger guard. He was so painful that he opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. Zhao Jianhui twisted his arm and smashed his face on the pine tree.

His nose was flattened and there was shocking blood on the tree.

"No... no Rao... "He used his broken bellows like throat to send out vague and hoarse Japanese syllables, but it's a pity that Zhao Jianhui can only understand human language and can't understand what he said at all.

"Go to hell!" Zhao Jianhui's knee slammed against his back spine. His right hand lifted his face and broke his chin. The crisp sound of broken bones that had not been seen for a long time sounded. Zhao Jianhui broke his face behind him. Matsushita zhiwulang's body twitched violently twice, then softened down and slid slowly down the pine tree to the ground.