After dealing with the two black people in just two or three seconds, Jiang Cheng looked at the bar gate again, and saw that the black people in front of him had already reacted. Many people turned their heads and stared at Jiang Cheng fiercely.

At this time, Zhao Hu shouted happily: "Sustain it all, Brother Cheng is here! Brother Cheng is here with his brothers!"

Hearing Zhao Hu's words, the brothers who were resisting tenaciously in the bar were even more energetic and counterattacked more intensely. For a moment, the black people couldn't rush in at all. But in the next second, a "bang" gunshot was heard, and Zhao Hu's laughter stopped completely.

Zhao Hu took two steps back, covered his chest with his left hand in disbelief, then staggered and fell into the bar.

"Brother Hu!!!" the Long Xinghui brothers inside shouted loudly.

"Zhao Hu!" Jiang Cheng looked even more heartbroken when he saw it outside!

The next moment, a brother ran to Zhao Hu and squatted down to check his injuries, while the other brother stood in the gap left by Zhao Hu falling and took over his position and resisted hard. However, this time, the person who shot just now did not shoot again, maybe because of insufficient bullets or some other reason.

"This broken gun, all Tagore left behind is this kind of rag!" A man shouted angrily near the bar gate in front.

Because of the distance, there were many people blocking it in the middle, and Jiang Cheng could not see who was the sea. But knowing that there was something wrong with the other party's gun, he rushed forward without pause and wanted to defeat a few more black people. But these black people had already reacted, looked at Jiang Cheng with vigilant eyes, and slashed and smashed Jiang Cheng with weapons in his hands.

If it was a person, Jiang Cheng could completely go around the other party or dodge the weapon and attack the other party. But now there are countless black people, forming a wall of humans. The weapons in their hands were waving, and they could not get close to them, forcing Jiang Cheng to retreat.

Jiang Cheng's heart was in a state of great trouble. With Zhao Hu's shot just now, even if he was not killed immediately, he had to seek medical treatment as soon as possible. Now that he was blocked by these black people, he could not move forward at all.

But at this moment, the other brothers from Longxinghui arrived!

"Give it all!" Jing Long shouted loudly, and rushed towards the black man with a long stick first, and came to Jiang Cheng's side. The long stick in his hand swept hard, immediately forced the black man to take a few steps back.

Behind Jiang Cheng, the brothers shouted and shouted, and one by one, Long Xinghui brothers came up and looked at the black people.

"Beat! You dare to bully us Longxinghui!" A brother roared loudly.

"Fuck to death!" Another man roared, and as he spoke, the long stick in his hand hit a black man's forehead.

"Bingbingbang" sounded randomly, and the long sticks of the people collided with the black weapons. The black people were holding machetes, thick sticks, etc. If they were hit by these things, it would be absolutely unpleasant to be hit, but they were generally shorter. This may be related to the fighting habits of foreigners. They have been fighting each other for a long time, but when they encounter long sticks with Chinese characteristics, they immediately felt something was wrong!

The sticks in the hands of the Longxinghui brothers were 1.8 meters long and could hit their heads hard outside their attack range. They were one inch long and one inch strong. The top of the stick hit them, which immediately made the black men fall to the ground and wail.

What's more, there were many brothers from Longxinghui, lined up to form a human wall, and a row of red sticks and sea waves were smashing forward and slapped them quickly.

But the blacks were not stupid either. Someone immediately threw his weapons at the brothers of Longxinghui and smashed many people. He fought with the long sticks of the brothers of Longxinghui without his hands. Once he was caught by the blacks, unless others opened the blacks, they would all go into hand-to-hand combat, and one person after another fought together.

Many blacks are tall and mighty. Although the Longxinghui brothers brought from China are not at a disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat, the members they just recruited in France are no longer able to do so. They are soon at a disadvantage and are beaten to scream by blacks. Moreover, as more and more Longxinghui brothers and blacks enter hand-to-hand combat, the disadvantage of the Longxinghui number of people suddenly appears, and about 50 people have fallen down 2/3.

The people who fought in the hand-to-hand combat may not be defeated, but they could not get rid of themselves for a while, while the rest were still waving their long sticks and fighting hard with the black people.

Among these people, Jiang Cheng, Jing Long and Johnson were the most active, especially Jing Long and Jiang Cheng shuttled through the center of the battle group, and the long sticks in their hands kept falling on the black men who were fighting hand-to-hand with their brothers, knocking their heads and platinum, blew their heads and bloodshot, and saving more brothers.

But the black people were not stupid. They immediately rushed forward and surrounded Jiang Cheng, Jing Long and Johnson in the center, not allowing them to rush around. Even if they were surrounded by everyone, Jing Long and Jiang Cheng swept across the sticks, left and right, any black person who dared to approach was knocked to the ground. The sticking technique was very skillful, making these people dare to surround and not approach.

Johnson on the other side was no longer able to do it. After opening a few black people, the stick was taken away. A group of black people smashed the weapons on him. He was constantly injured. Fortunately, he had practiced Jeet Kune Do and was still a master. His movements were relatively flexible and he was not knocked to the ground for a while. However, according to this situation, it was only a matter of time to be knocked down.

When the three of them were surrounded, the other brothers who fought with the blacks were constantly being plotted by the blacks, and the screams of the brothers of Longxinghui came from around them from time to time.

Jiang Cheng was anxious, and the screams of his brothers were like a knife in his heart when they heard her!

The long stick was like a swimming snake in Jiang Cheng's hand, waving dazzlingly. None of the black people around dared to approach. They found an opportunity, ran eastward, and turned around in the air. The intestine duct was thrown out with the help of the spiral of his body. The length of the stick and the length of his arm had reached more than two meters. On the cheeks of these black people, there was a dull sound, and seven or eight black people were knocked over to the ground.

By making a line vertically and sweeping a large area across it, Jiang Cheng's stick technique was deeply rooted in the essence. He was like a dragon in the crowd, and no one could catch him!

The black men who were defeated by Jiang Cheng fell to the ground one by one, covering their cheeks and screaming. However, there were too many black men after all, and three or four people immediately stood in front of Jiang Cheng, making him unable to rush out for a while and unable to help his brothers. And it was similar to Jing Long's side.

"Brother Cheng! We're here! Come on for me!" Suddenly, more than forty brothers from Long Xinghui appeared not far from the bar. A brother in the lead was Zhao Hai, who was Zhao Hu's brother. Under his shouting and command, the people behind him rushed towards the battle group again.

After receiving a call from Zhuge Liuyun, these people finally gathered people from various residences in the Longxing Jeet Kune Gymnasium and rushed over with cavalry.

Forty brothers rushed into the already chaotic battle group, and suddenly it was like a torrent of turbulence, and instantly gained the upper hand. With their help, Jiang Cheng, Jing Long, Johnson and many other brothers all escaped, but many of them were scarred, but despite being injured, these people gritted their teeth and grabbed red sticks from the ground to attack the remaining blacks.

The black people who attacked the windows had been taken back and devoted themselves to the frontal confrontation with Long Xinghui. More than 40 black people fell down and those who still had combat effectiveness were probably still around 80. There were also many injured people on Long Xinghui. More than 30 brothers were lying on the ground and wailing. Some of them had even lost consciousness. There were only fifty people who could stand. However, more than 30 of them were brothers brought from China. Those weak and unbeaten French new members had fallen on the first wave of attack.

The remaining people of Longxinghui rushed forward and attacked the black people. These black people fought on both sides, not only sent people to attack the bar, but others fought against Jiang Cheng and others.

Jiang Cheng pushed the long stick in his hand forward and pounded it on the belly of a black man, making the man kneel down. Then he held the back end of the stick with his left hand, plucked the long stick left and right, and hit the crotch of the black man on both sides. Suddenly, the two guys knelt on the ground, covering their crotch and sucked the cold air.

Jiang Cheng shouted at Zhao Hai: "Zhao Hai, hurry up and bring people in. Your brother is shot. You must send him back to the Jeet Kune Gym!"

Zhao Hai was stunned when he heard this, but then he reacted and shouted loudly to the brothers beside him. The others followed him, like a sharp blade stabbing into the crowd and rushed towards the bar door.

Zhao Hai and the other brothers marched very fast, and in the blink of an eye, they advanced more than ten meters among the black crowd, completely dividing the black crowd into two halves, but they were also surrounded by the blacks and rushed forward with great strength.

Suddenly, two or three black men grabbed the knife in their hands and slashed at the heads and bodies of Zhao Hai and other brothers. At this time, Zhao Hai and other brothers from Long Xinghui were trapped in the crowd and dealing with the attacks of others. They didn't notice it or take it into consideration. They were about to splatter blood on the spot!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three gunshots in a row, the three black men who originally planned to attack Zhao Hai and other brothers all stopped and fell to the ground the next moment!

The three black men who fell down covered their chests with their hands, and streams of bright red blood overflowed from the fingers of their palms, and soon soaked the cement stone floor beneath them.

Jiang Cheng gasped lightly, holding a gun in his raised hand. He just fired three shots and killed the three black men! Now there are three bullets left in the gun in his hand!

Three shots in a row, and you will win every shot!

Everyone around who were fighting fiercely could not help but be stunned, guessing who was the next person to be shot.
Chapter completed!