Chapter 218 Why is it too urgent to fry each other

At the same time, a thunderous shout also broke out in the crowd opposite: "Khish these beasts, come on, come on, the eldest brother will come in a while!"

The melee broke out in an instant. Adidas sneakers became an excellent hidden weapon. Jordan basketball also came in handy, the clothes drying rod became a long gun, the pillow became a shield, and there were also cruel people holding Panasonic TV to smash people. The expensive Lancome perfume became the killer of women and children. The insecticide turned into a hammer, grabbing hair here, Digging eyes has become a commonplace, and even children can kick people's yin.

The fight has become more and more bloody. People are instinctively waving their weapons to protect themselves and kill each other. They either fight alone, or chase around the field, or fight one in three or five people, or crazily stage personal heroism, as if they were the generals of thousands of troops. The army, waving what is called a sword in your hand, chop and smash it. Unless one side falls down and bleeds and loses the ability to resist, or is called a dead person, the bloody war will not end. Just like the history of war for thousands of years, there will never be an end, and there will never be an end, unless the winning side comes out. Now, the war will stop temporarily, but this is just a prelude to the next bloody storm.

"Kill, damn it, who sneaked on me"

"Oh, my leg is broken"

"Brother, hold his hair, wait for me to kill him with this jar"

"No, I can't run. Let's play when we have a break."

"Looking for death, I can't even recognize myself, and I still have such a heavy hand"

"It's really not right, brother, it's red-eyed"

"Be careful, you bald man"

The ring became an ancient Roman arena, and the store was devastated. Cheap goods and expensive goods were worthless at this time. They fell to the ground and were kicked around because of the fierce battle, and the damage was impossible to repair. The shopping mall on the third floor was full of beacons. There are battlefields everywhere, like a nest of porridge. No one comes out to stop it, and no one can stop it!

When stepping into the entrance of the third floor, Zhao Ze, Shangguan Baoer and Zhang Xiaoer were all stunned, and this turned out to be a martial arts practice.

It's more lively than the Legislative Yuan in later generations. Zhao Ze stood there with his hands on his waist, looking at it for a moment, and then asked Zhang Xiaoer, "Which group is fighting with which group, and which side is his own person?"

"It's hard to say." Zhang Xiaoer was also puzzled. He thought for a moment and then pointed to the few people in front of him and said, "Master, the one who is being beaten is not our brothers. Look, they are almost beaten to death."

Zhao Ze saw that it was true. More than a dozen people besieged three men in camouflage clothes. The three people had fallen to the ground. If they didn't save them, they would be worried about their lives.

"Little braids, you protect the baby well here. I will come as soon as I go!"

Before Zhao Zefei finished speaking, he stepped into the field in a few steps. Before he arrived, he raised his voice and shouted, "Shout, who the hell is here?"

Zhao Ze's voice was loud, which made the surroundings buzz. The crowd who was fighting suddenly calmed down and looked at Zhao Ze at the same time.

Several of Zhao Ze's men who were being beaten saw the savior coming. They got up and took the opportunity to escape from the regiment. Zhao Ze counted only seven, and there were still twelve missing Zhang Xiaoer. Damn, Zhao Ze was really a little anxious. He grabbed one person's collar and asked, "What about the others?"

The man's head was bleeding, and he pointed with his hand: "Master, they have been made by that group of horses"

"Bastard, what a waste." Zhao Ze threw him to the ground fiercely and scolded, "Go behind to protect your future master's wife. I will teach these horses a lesson."

The seven wounded soldiers saw that Zhao Ze was going to start in person. He was still a little worried. Someone reminded him, "There are a lot of people. There are only about 300 people fighting side by side with us, and it is estimated that there are only more than 100 left now."

Zhao Ze nodded and told everyone, "Don't worry, I have my own opinion. Just go down and watch."

The seven soldiers arched down and said in their hearts that in case something happened to the master, let's escape.

Although the thief was powerful, he did not scare Zhao Ze. He knew that he was far away from being very human now. Even if he was not as powerful as the Hulk, it was still the super ** of the Song Dynasty - if it was about force alone, it should not be under the Three Kingdoms.

He took a big step forward, and then shouted loudly, "Zhao Ze, the third head of Shuibo Liangshan, are you the ring horse of Jingyanggang?"

After being told through the old bottom, this group of bloodthirsty madmen inevitably had some stage fright. Immediately someone answered, "What's the matter? Let me ask you, Liangshan heroes don't stay in Liangshan. What are you doing here? This is the territory of our Jingyanggang heroes. You Liangshan people all get out of the way quickly. Our well water does not violate the river."

"Buck" Zhao Ze heard the man's rude words and suddenly stretched out the big palm of the dustpan and pointed to "Say it again, I'll throw you into the sky"

"Yo, you really have guts. You dare to deal with our group of brothers alone, brothers, right? This Liang Shansan is crazy." After saying that, he laughed, which made the people around him sigh and didn't pay attention to Zhao Ze at all.

"Well said, I will tell you to taste the pain."

The thief captures the king first.

The furious Zhao Ze was like an angry brown bear, roaring towards the man in the field. The speed was so fast that the floor tiles along the way were crushed and blew over like a strong wind.

"Ah, brothers, kill him, I don't believe it..."

Before the big leader could say what he said, Zhao Ze had knocked over a group of people, rushed to him and grabbed his neck collar, and threw him into the air effortlessly. The big leader felt as if he had been pulled by a gust of wind, and his feet could not touch the ground. The scene in front of him rotated as if he had seen it. The shadow play.

"Go to hell!" Zhao Ze loosened his hand, and the big leader flew out horizontally. His heavy body hit the lighting skylight in the middle. The unbearable glass cracked inch by inch. It was as beautiful as a bird pattern. It broke into countless pieces in the blink of an eye. When the big leader got up, his doomsday came.

Free fall——

He screamed and fell downstairs, and his body fell sharply. His panic was indescribable. Accompanied by the cold blizzard outside the window, he plunged into the door of hell.

The shady story.

A moment later, there was a bloody corpse on the floor on the first floor.

Killing another person, Zhao Ze felt a little faint pain in his heart. It turned out that the price of obtaining divine power was like this. Does God really want to turn him into a murderous demon? Zhao Ze looked around, everyone was silent wherever he looked, his face was frightened, and his body trembled. He obediently threw away the weapons in his hand and bowed to the strong. They admired the strong and only bowed their heads to the strong.