Chapter 302 Duel Between the Two Heroes

"call!"

Zhao Wenguang pounced first and fought at close range.

Seeing their opponent rushing towards him, the six uniformed men also pulled out their daggers and slashed at Zhao Wenguang.

Zhao Wenguang also found a thin knife on the way. He lowered his head and rushed towards the cold light formed by the dagger.

"flutter!"

Three knife points tore through Zhao Wenguang's clothes, and a trace of blood was drawn out. The woman in green was puzzled, and Zhao Wenguang was like a willow branch in the wind, swaying wildly and violently.

Swish, swish, swish, the light of the sword shattered the void. It only took a moment, and the sound of the cold knife breaking through the wind suddenly stopped.

During this process, the dagger Zhao Wenguang was holding tightly did not even touch the thin knife of the uniformed man.

The six uniformed men with knives all staggered and fell into a pool of blood, groaning in despair.

Some had a gash in their chests, some were stabbed in the thigh, and more often had a miserable knife mark on their chest and abdomen. It wasn't deep, but it was enough to make them incapable of fighting anymore.

However, the woman in green could tell that even if these subordinates could fight again, they could no longer muster the fighting spirit in their hearts.

Zhao Wenguang just fought hard to get hurt and attacked arbitrarily. He had to defeat these opponents in one round. Only in this way could he deter his opponents.

Several sharp small wounds appeared on Zhao Wenguang's body, but his expression did not change at all, making it difficult to tell the depth.

In fact, the pain in his head was so severe that it was irritating the nerves like nails.

In the distance, Wu Lingshuang's eyes flickered, and her pretty face showed a trace of surprise. She overestimated Zhao Wenguang as much as possible, but unexpectedly she underestimated him.

She could see that the uniformed men brought by the woman in green were all top-notch experts from the Kong family, but even such elite men were all knocked down.

She really wanted to pull Ye Tianlong over and show the pig farmer what it means to be a King of Soldiers.

However, Ye Tianlong was still missing. If the way to the treasury had not been blocked, Wu Lingshuang would have wanted to see what happened to that bastard.

"die--"

At this moment, without giving Zhao Wenguang any time to buffer, the woman in green moved her steps and shot towards Zhao Wenguang like a cheetah.

The flying smoke became the best cover for her attack, and countless pungent gases rushed towards Zhao Wenguang's mouth and nose as she moved forward.

A punch was thrown.

Zhao Wenguang snorted coldly, instead of retreating, he advanced to fight, and also punched.

"boom!"

Two fists collide! White smoke twisted in the fist.

The woman in green was thrown straight away, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from her mouth, blooming wantonly in the air!

Lost! Lost!

This was the thought that made her fall to the ground, losing in one move!

Zhao Wenguang's eyelids twitched and he bit his lip to wake himself up.

"Whoosh!"

Just when Zhao Wenguang was about to approach the woman in green and take her as a hostage, the old man in gray had already jumped out of the smoke.

The body bounced high, and the legs were swept out with a spin.

Zhao Wenguang shook his groggy head and punched the old man in gray with his backhand.

The fist flew through the air, and there was a trace of sound in the air.

"boom!"

The fists and feet collided with a muffled sound. The old man in gray staggered and took three steps back. He felt that his previous attack was countered by a powerful and abundant force.

The overbearing force made the tendons of his heels numb, and Zhao Wenguang's mouth bleeds as he retreats backwards.

The two looked at each other with admiration and even more fighting spirit.

The old man in gray clothes rarely showed a trace of emotion, then he paused with his left foot and jumped into the air again.

The right leg was like the core spit out by a poisonous snake, turning over and over non-stop. Soon, he was dazzled in front of Zhao Wenguang. The right leg kept swinging, as if a canopy of flowers had bloomed in the air.

Zhao Wenguang did not panic, and then pushed his knees hard towards the legs and feet of the old man in gray.

"Bang, bang!"

Zhao Wenguang used his knees to deflect the leg attack of the old man in gray. After resolving the attack, he gradually showed a look of surprise.

The kicking technique used by the old man in gray is not just fancy, but also has a confusing feeling.

Moreover, Zhao Wenguang found that his movements were not keeping up with his consciousness, and his strength began to weaken.

"Whoosh!"

The old man in gray clothes noticed something was wrong with him and swayed, instantly closing the distance between them.

Zhao Wenguang subconsciously moved away.

Almost as soon as he moved away, the other party's toes brushed past him, causing a pain in his abdomen.

"Whoosh!"

After one blow missed, the old man in gray roared and attacked again, and a chilling autumn wind blew in his face.

Zhao Wenguang felt his face sting, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. The old man in gray clothes was indeed powerful.

As his thoughts were turning, the attack of the old man in gray was already in front of him.

Zhao Wenguang immediately raised his arms to defend himself.

"Bang bang bang!"

The opponent's legs and feet hit Zhao Wenguang's arms repeatedly, and the latter felt a powerful force coming in, forcing him to retreat seven steps.

Faced with the dazzling leg skills of the old man in gray, Zhao Wenguang did not make any other moves. Taking advantage of the weak shadow of the opponent's legs, he kicked out with a powerful sweep.

With this kick, the old man in gray was pushed back, and he stepped back three meters before he could regain his balance.

There were waves of pain and numbness in his calf, which showed the overwhelming power of Zhao Wenguang's sweeping and kicking.

However, blood flowed from the corner of Zhao Wenguang's mouth, and his face looked very uncomfortable, but he quickly straightened up and sneered:

"You'll get stronger when you get older."

Seeing Zhao Wenguang being so arrogant, the old man in gray suddenly became angry, roared and attacked again, with the attack power and speed reaching their peak.

As soon as he turned around, he swung out his legs, and his chaotic kicks were like fireworks falling to the ground, flying in all directions.

Faced with the bombardment of indistinguishable leg skills, Zhao Wenguang did not make any unnecessary moves, and made another clean and beautiful straight knee.

"boom!"

Pushing his knees in a straight line, combined with the strength of his waist and hips, the old man in gray's legs, which had not yet fully blossomed, were as fragile as a begonia in the wind and rain, falling in the wind.

It's just that he reacted very quickly. His right leg fell in pain, and he immediately raised his left foot and kicked it hard, hitting the opponent's abdomen firmly.

With a muffled sound, Zhao Wenguang held his stomach and took two steps back.

Although you can't see Zhao Wenguang's lowered expression, looking at the way he is hunched over, you know that his stomach must be churning at this moment.

The gray-clothed old man snorted and attacked again without any hesitation. He moved his body, jumped up high, and struck his opponent hard with a chopping elbow.

"boom!"

Although Zhao Wenguang endured the pain and blocked the attack with all his strength, his raised hands still made a bone crunching sound, and then his body shook and his legs went weak.

He was almost knocked to his knees by a split elbow from the old man in gray. The pain in his right arm and wrist seemed to be about to break, and he felt that his whole body was shaken from the wrist down.

However, he quickly gritted his teeth and held back. He stretched out his left arm and touched the shoulder of the old man in gray, causing the latter to groan and take three steps back.

"court death!"

The old man in gray had a cold face, turned his body and got close to Zhao Wenguang, and slapped him with his palm.

Zhao Wenguang, who was dizzy and seriously injured, had no time to resist and could only watch the palm hit him.

"boom!"

His body shook, and he fell back seven or eight meters, landing at the entrance of the corridor.

"The game is over."

"Kakaka!"

Just when the old man in gray clothes was about to step forward and kill Zhao Wenguang with a kick, another bull-headed bandit appeared at the end of the corridor. He jumped towards the hall and pushed a long and narrow cart in his hand.

On top of the car, there were six black bags with no secure openings, and a faint golden light could be seen.

"Nutou, go quickly, go quickly!"

At this time, Zhao Wenguang struggled violently, jumped out, hugged the thigh of the old man in gray, and shouted to his companion:

"Escape."

The bull-headed bandit was stunned for a moment, and moved forward subconsciously slowly, but the inertia of the car still made him move forward a few meters. He stared blankly at everything in front of him.

"Walk?"

The old man in gray squeaked out a sinister word, then waved his left hand and slapped Zhao Wenguang on the back, causing the latter to spurt out another mouthful of blood.

Then he lifted his thigh and swept away. Zhao Wenguang flew out again and hit a counter. The glass was broken and blood sprayed. He was half dead, but he still shouted with difficulty:

"Walk……"

The bull-headed bandit didn't leave, he still stood where he was.