第七百一十七章威武不能屈,贫贱不能移(7/9)

                                                                                                                                          人在半空中，崔钟明翻了两个空翻，这才落到地上。还没等他站稳身子，贾思邈一个缩进，人已经到了他的身前，双拳如雨点儿，啪啪啪啪，对着他的面门，就是一通狂轰滥炸。
                                                                                                                                                                躲？往哪儿躲？他没有贾思邈的速度快。
                                                                                                                                                                反击？他和贾思邈的距离，实在是太近了，近得几乎都快要贴在一起了，他的腿根本就发挥不出威力来。他连续的几个后滑步，想要拉开和贾思邈的距离，再用腿法，对贾思邈展开凌厉的攻势。
                                                                                                                                                                只可惜，他退，贾思邈就跟进。
                                                                                                                                                                他再退，贾思邈就再跟进。
                                                                                                                                                                而拳头，又是崔钟明的弱项，招架了几下后，就剩下一样——挨揍了。
                                                                                                                                                                “躲呀，你再躲呀？”
                                                                                                                                                                贾思邈对着崔钟明的面门轰了好几拳，突然，左手扣住了崔钟明的脖领子，往怀中一拽，右手就是迎面一拳。再往怀中一拽，右手就又是一拳。再躲啊？连续的几拳过后，崔钟明就感到头晕目眩，鼻口窜血，别说是反抗了，整个人让贾思邈给揍懵了。
                                                                                                                                                                实在是太血腥，太残暴，太刺激了。
                                                                                                                                                                在场的

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