Hong Fei, a redditor in American comics

Twelve people.

Everyone has a curved samurai sword slung around his waist.

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

Without any unnecessary questioning, 12 people drew their swords and attacked Hong Fei.

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

His speed was far superior to any ninja before him.

Then, I saw his body rushing into the crowd like a strong wind, the light of the sword flying and rising like a rainbow, and amidst the tinkling sound of gold and iron, blood flowers bloomed one after another.

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

A blood line opened on the neck of each corpse, and the sticky blood either flowed or gushed out.

"I'm going to the main entrance."

After a while, Frank responded: "Okay!"

Kicking the wooden door away, Hong Fei jumped into it.

Inside was a spacious martial arts gym, with as many as 20 people kneeling 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 soles of the boots made a clanking sound when they stepped on the ground, which seemed to hit the bottom of my heart.

The eyes of the ninjas fell on the pistols on both sides of his legs, and no one dared to move rashly.

As the distance gradually got closer, Hong Fei saw the eyes of the nearby ninja shining with eagerness to try.

He ignored it and continued to move forward slowly.

After three steps, the ninja closest to him finally couldn't hold himself any longer, stood up and rushed towards him quickly, his target naturally being the pistol beside his leg.

With the leader in charge, the rest of the group no longer sat there, they started chirping and screaming, and a group of people swarmed over.

The first person to rush over leaned over and stretched his arms as hard as he could, and was about to touch the barrel of the gun in the blink of an eye.

Hong Fei suddenly raised his leg and struck down, hitting the opponent's spine right in the middle. There was a sudden sound of bone cracking, and his short body was immediately trampled under his feet.

The second person rushed from the other side. Hong Fei jumped up on No. 1's body and hit his face with his knee, causing blood to spurt out immediately.

After landing, Hong Fei was surrounded by fists and kicks.

This time, he did not open the Eyes of Death again, but relied on his own reaction and judgment to attack quickly.

Step back with your feet, move your palms together, listen to the energy, and follow the force.

The fists aimed directly at the face or chest were deflected one by one.

Turning his palm into a claw, he locked a person's wrist bone, moved his five fingers up the arm quickly like a blade, pinched the throat and exerted force suddenly.

A punch came from the back of the head. The horse stepped down, swinging the elbow back, then hugged the head, turned around, and hit the knee with the face.

He stepped forward and bumped into the arms of another person. The explosive force of his arms in a short distance was like a thunderous explosion, instantly knocking him away along with several people behind him. The first person's sternum sank and blood sprayed from his mouth.

After swinging your legs for a sweeping kick, kick your temples with your toes.

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

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

It hurts to pick out my eyes.

Flirting the vaginal legs, the chicken will fly and the egg will beat.

He stomped his feet and his toes exploded.

Attack with strong steps, alternating knees and elbows.

In an instant, a circle of dead people lay around Hong Fei's feet.

His eyes turned like lightning, locking the target, stamping his feet and rushing forward, with the momentum of a thunderbolt, stepping over the corpse, placing his horizontal elbow in the center of the front, and the body flew out upside down, with blood spurting out of his mouth.

He turned around and struck down with both palms, breaking his collarbone. He fell to his knees, raised his knees and hit his forehead. There was no way he could survive.

He twisted his waist again, and the fist huddled in his waist and abdomen suddenly shot out, like a hammer or a cannon.

Hong Fei's steps were extremely agile, and his body shape was sometimes as light as nothing, and sometimes heavy and steady. His moves in one second were full of femininity, and in the next he was as strong as thunder, opening and closing, turning around, and extremely agile.

There is no need to think about it at all.

Everything is integrated into the body's instincts.

Like a wolf among sheep.

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

Tai Chi has both yin and yang, five elements and twelve shapes of form and meaning, four positive and four corners of Bagua, eight extremes and six major openings...

It doesn't matter if you practice or compete, but killing is the best.

This is Master Hong.

After a lightning-fast fight, only a few people were left.They sat at a distance from the beginning, then rushed up and gathered on the outside. At this time, seeing that none of their companions were the same enemy, they patrolled outside and refused to come forward.

Hong Fei raised his eyes and saw that several people turned around and ran away.

He drew his gun, aimed and pulled the trigger, and the corpse fell down.

"Comfortable."

It's rare to see an enemy who dares to attack him to death with his fists raised like this. This is a rare opportunity for actual combat.

Frank: "What are you doing?"

"Fight!"

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

Hearing this, Hong Fei rushed in quickly.

The inside of the martial arts hall was a scene of red flowers and green willows. As he approached, Hong Fei gradually heard the sound of gunshots.

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

Leaning against the wall, two flash bombs were thrown out. After the explosion, he strode forward, holding the gun in both hands and fired continuously. The shells flew away quickly and clinked on the ground.

Bullets hit the center of the eyebrow impartially.

Just as he was about to put away his gun, several more people appeared in the distance, aiming at Hong Fei and shooting quickly.

Hong Fei did not dodge, but instead moved forward to meet the attack with his gun. The warheads collided one after another in mid-air. When the opponent stopped, Hong Fei aimed again and hit the target.

One hit kill!Extremely chic!

It wasn't until I crossed a rockery that my eyes suddenly opened up.

In a Japanese-style garden, with gurgling water and two people standing on the cobblestones, they were confronting each other.

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

Those without plug-ins are even more outrageous than those with plug-ins enabled.

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

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

This is an old enemy.

Murakami withdrew his gaze and said to the stick man: "It seems that you came at the wrong time."

Gunsou responded coldly: "If they hadn't suddenly come out to disrupt the situation, you would have been dead."

Murakami refused to show weakness: "Even without them, I would not die."

Hong Fei frowned when he heard this. Who is causing trouble?

The sound of gunfire in the distance gradually approached. Frank stepped over the bullet casings and corpses on the ground, replaced the magazine with a new one, aimed the gun at Murakami, and looked at Hong Fei: "Are you coming, or am I?"

Hong Fei raised his hand and fired directly.

Murakami snorted heavily, and his body immediately burst out with an unusual force from the inside out. Centered on his footsteps, a circle of dust spread outward in a circular shape.

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

"Firearms are of no use to me."

Frank said nothing and picked up the RPG behind his back.

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

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

Frank turned to face Stickman.

Gunsou 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 stickman was silent for a few seconds, until Frank put his finger on the trigger, then he turned around and walked away quickly, disappearing from sight soon after.

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