Red Dead Redemption

Twelve people.

Each has a curved samurai sword on his waist.

Their faces were covered with black scarves, and their eyes quickly turned cold when they looked at Hong Fei.

Without any extra questions, the twelve drew their swords together to kill Hong Fei.

Following Frank's instructions, Hong Fei did not draw a gun, but strode forward and drew a knife with his backhand.

He was far faster than any ninja in front of him.

As a result, he saw his body rushing into the crowd like a gust of wind, the light of the sword flew up and down like a rainbow, and the blood flowers bloomed one after another in the sound of the clinking of gold and iron.

Five seconds later, Hong Fei walked through the crowd with agile steps, leaving a corpse behind him.

Each corpse had a bloodline in its neck, and the viscous blood flowed or spewed.

"I'm going to the front door."

After a while, Frank responded, "Okay!"

He kicked the wooden door, and Hong Fei jumped into it.

I saw that there was a wide martial arts field inside, with as many as twenty people sitting on both sides.

Hong Fei turned his hand and threw the horizontal knife, the blade was halfway into the ground, and the handle shook violently.

The hard sole of the boot made a clanging sound when it stepped on the ground, as if it hit the bottom of my heart.

The eyes of the ninjas fell on the pistols on either side of his legs, and no one dared to move.

As the distance gradually got closer, Hong Fei saw the eagerness of light in the eyes of the ninja nearby.

He turned a blind eye to this and continued to move forward slowly.

After three steps, the nearest ninja finally couldn't hold back, got up and rushed towards him, the target was naturally the pistol by his leg.

With the leader, the rest of the people no longer sit still, and there is a screeching cry, and a group of people swarms.

The first person to charge leaned over and stretched out his arms with all his might, and in a blink of an eye he was about to touch the body of the gun.

Hong Fei slammed his leg up and split down, hitting the opponent's spine, the sound of bone cracking suddenly sounded, and his short body was immediately stepped on by his feet.

The second person rushed from the other side, Hong Fei jumped up on the first person's body, his knees were in front of his door, and his blood spurted immediately.

After landing, Hong Fei was full of fists and feet.

This time, he did not open the eyes of death, but quickly attacked with his own reactions and judgments.

Step back with your feet, move your palms, listen to your strength, and follow your strength.

Fist straight to the face or chest is deflected one by one.

He turned his palms into claws, locked one's wrist bones, and moved his five fingers up his arms like blades, pinching his throat and suddenly exerting force.

There is a fist coming from behind the head, the horse steps down, swings the elbow back, then hugs the head, turns around and hits the knee with the face.

Stepping forward, he slammed into another person's arms, and his arm exploded like a thunderbolt in a short distance, instantly knocking him and several people behind him away, and the first person's sternum sank, and blood sprayed from his mouth.

After swinging the leg and kicking, kick the temple with the toes.

The palm wind is like a knife, hitting the throat directly.

The fist is like a heavy hammer, in the center of the mouth.

Picking the eyeball is painful.

Lift the yin legs, and beat the chicken and eggs.

Stomping the top of the foot, the five toes burst.

Step attacking, alternating knees and elbows.

In an instant, Hong Fei's feet were full of dead people.

His eyes turned like lightning, he locked on the target, stomped his feet and rushed forward like a thunderbolt, straddling the corpse, his elbow was in the center fossa of the front top, his body flew upside down, and blood lines shot out from his mouth.

Reversely, he slashed down with his palms, and his collarbone cracked.

He twisted his waist again, and the fist shrunk at his waist suddenly shot out, like a hammer like a cannon.

Hong Fei's steps are extremely agile, and his body is suddenly light as if nothing, suddenly heavy and steady, the last second of the moves is full of feminine, and the next move is as fierce as thunder, opening and closing, turning and turning, extremely agile.

Seeing tricks and dismantling tricks, no need to think at all.

Everything is integrated into the body instinct.

Like wolves entering a flock.

Even if the enemy is outnumbered, there is no need to be afraid at all.

Tai Chi has both yin and yang, the shape and meaning of five elements and twelve shapes, the eight trigrams are four squares and four corners, the eight poles and six great openings...

It's okay to practice, you can learn from each other, and murder is the best.

This is Master Hong.

After a quick and lightning-fast fight, there were only a few people left. They sat in the distance from the beginning, and rushed up to gather around the periphery. At this time, seeing that none of their companions were enemies of unity, they wandered outside and refused to go forward.

Hong Fei looked up, and several people turned around and ran away.

Aiming at the gun and pulling the trigger, the corpse fell.

"Comfortable."

It is rare to see an enemy who dares to come up and die with his fist clenched like this. This is a rare opportunity for actual combat.

Frank: "What are you doing?"

"Fight!"

"Come in quickly, I saw Murakami, and the old man."

Hearing this, Hong Fei quickly rushed inward.

Inward of the martial arts hall was a set of flowers and willows. As he approached inward, Hong Fei gradually heard the sound of gunfire.

Before turning a corner, Hong Fei stopped abruptly, and he heard the sound of dense footsteps ahead.

He leaned against the wall and threw two flashbangs. After the explosion, he strode forward, firing the guns in both hands. The shells were quickly thrown away and landed on the ground with a clanging sound.

A bullet hit the eyebrows impartially.

Just as they were about to put away their guns, several more people appeared in the distance, aiming at Hong Fei and shooting quickly.

Hong Fei did not dodge or evade, but instead advanced all the way to meet with a gun. The warheads collided one after another in mid-air. When the opponent stopped, Hong Fei aimed again and hit.

One hit kill! Extremely chic!

Until I crossed a rockery, my eyes suddenly opened up.

In the Japanese-style courtyard, the water is gurgling, and two people are standing on the cobblestone, facing each other.

Looking over them, I saw Frank holding a submachine gun and shooting at a group of people. He was like the protagonist of the movie. The enemy's bullets avoided him, but his bullets always found the enemy's vital points.

It is more outrageous to have no plug-ins than to open plug-ins.

Hong Fei's arrival attracted the attention of the two in the confrontation.

On one side is Murakami dressed as a samurai, and on the other is a cudgel wearing sunglasses and holding a long stick.

This is the old enemy.

Murakami looked back and said to the old man, "It seems that you came at a wrong time."

The old man responded coldly: "If they didn't suddenly come out to disrupt the situation, you would be dead."

Murakami refused to show weakness: "Even without them, I wouldn't die."

Hong Fei frowned upon hearing this, who was the troublemaker?

The sound of gunfire in the distance gradually approached, Frank stepped over the bullet casings and corpses on the ground, put on a new magazine, aimed the muzzle at Murakami, and looked at Hong Fei: "Are you coming or me?"

Hong Fei raised his hand and shot directly.

I saw Murakami snorted heavily, and his body immediately burst out with an unusual force from the inside out. With his footsteps as the center, a circle of dust spread out in a circular shape.

Suddenly, the high-speed flying warhead seemed to hit an invisible hard wall and fell to the ground without making any sound.

"Firearms are useless to me."

Frank said nothing~www.readwn.com~ turned his hands and picked up the RPG behind him.

Murakami's face changed slightly, but he still confidently said, "You can't hit me."

Hong Fei also raised his hand and said, "Don't worry, let me try."

Frank turned his head towards the old man.

The old man tilted his head: "You don't have to do this, we have a common enemy."

Frank's response was simple.

"roll!"

Very domineering.

But Hong Fei liked it very much.

The old man was silent for a few seconds, until Frank's finger was on the trigger, then he turned and walked away quickly, disappearing from sight after a while.

Hong Fei walked down the wooden steps, raised his arm, and pointed the tip of the knife at Murakami.