Looking at the momentum, when this stick falls, not to mention that flesh and blood body, even your copper skin and iron bones can be smashed to pieces.
Many young disciples were even frightened by the staff technique of Guishen Piyi!
This stick requires a lot of skill behind you to hit it!
Kong Zhi has been practicing Bodhidharma's Eight Dharma God's Zen Staff Technique for decades, and he even has the title of No. 1 in Shaolin's staff techniques. When facing an ordinary enemy, he does not need to wave the Zen Staff, only the Skanda Palm or the Big Throw The monument bearer is enough.
Ever since he perfected his staff skills, there have been very few people who can take his three staffs. If one of his staffs falls, the sword will be shattered. How can people survive?
Those who can catch more than three of his sticks, in his opinion, the entire martial arts world can only hold in two hands. . .
"Master, take the gun..."
Xiao Zhao was afraid that Jingzhou would be at a disadvantage because he had no weapons, so he asked a strong man to throw a spear at him.
This spear has a close-range weapon, and the tip of the spear is shining with cold light. After Jing Zhou became the leader of the Ming Cult, he had someone make it from meteorite iron mixed with fine gold. It is much more powerful than the previous fine iron spear, and it is cut from gold. Breaking jade is even easier.
In the past two years, countless Tatars have died under this gun.
It was just that the gun was too heavy for Xiao Zhao to hold, so he was asked to throw it.
Taking the spear, Jingzhou moved out in an instant, and swiped the spear onto Kong Zhi's Zen staff. There was a loud "bang" sound, and the force flew wildly. The air flow instantly blew up the cassock, gun and Zen staff on Kong Zhi's body. In between, sparks continued.
The huge force forced Kong Zhi to hold on for less than two breaths before he turned red and took two steps back. He left two footprints nearly half a foot deep on the sand.
"The leader is mighty!"
"The leader is mighty!"
"The leader is mighty!"
Everyone in the Ming Cult looked excited at this scene, that was a Shaolin monk!
A well-known figure in the martial arts world!
Except for Yang Xiao and the others, although the others knew that their leader was highly skilled in martial arts and could move back and forth among hundreds of yuan armies, they didn't know how powerful he was.
Now seeing the leader defeating the old monk with just one shot, everyone was extremely happy and proud.
Miejie had fought against Jingzhou before and knew the power of this gun. Just by seeing him knock back Kong Zhi with one shot, he knew that the young man in front of him had much better kung fu, so he used all his strength as soon as he came up and didn't dare to She reserved the slightest bit and targeted Jingzhou's flaw. She didn't expect to be able to fix it, she just wanted to force him to distract himself and resist her long sword.
The Five Elders of Kongtong used the Seven Injury Fist, He Taichong and his wife used the Liangyi Sword Technique, and Song Yuanqiao used the Wudang Cotton Palm.
In an instant, everyone's swords and swords flashed, and one figure after another struck at Jingzhou.
Although the long spear was difficult to extend due to the terrain restrictions, the spear in Jing Zhou's hand was danced into a light curtain. No matter how Kong Zhi and others used it, they could not even hurt him in the slightest.
Jingzhou fought calmly and contentedly, but He Taichong and others had grim expressions on their faces.
Jing Zhou fired a long spear. Before the gun could reach their eyes, they felt a pressure coming towards their faces. They couldn't even breathe smoothly, so they could only hurriedly channel their inner strength to support each other.
They had never fought against Jingzhou before, and only saw a few people from Huashan being defeated instantly. They didn't know how good this person's martial arts was. At this time, they felt that their arms were in severe pain, and their chest and lungs were even more uncomfortable. There are people with such profound skills in the world. Could it be that this young man is the reincarnation of the Overlord?
The five elders of Kongtong were the most miserable. Their Seven-Injury Fist, which they had practiced for decades, could not even hit Jingzhou's shadow. Not only that, they also had to be on guard against the elusive tail of the gun.
"Cheating Kangxi"
For some reason, the tip of the spear has never been aimed at any of them, but even so, when they were rubbed by the tail of the spear, they felt as if they had been hit by a sledgehammer, and the burning sensation from the tail of the spear was even more intense. The burning made their meridians tingle.
"In the turbulent times, heroes are discussed in the Sui and Tang dynasties. Horses run with guns and blood, and the world is shaken by the cold front!"
The more Jingzhou beats, the happier his heart becomes, and his expression is filled with excitement.
After finishing the sentence, the strength in the gun suddenly increased a bit.
When many righteous disciples heard this poem, they suddenly felt proud and felt that heroes were nothing more than that.
Even though they and the Mingjiao belonged to two different camps, they were conquered by the heroism of the man with the gun.
This is what a man should be like!
If it weren't for the elders of the sect, some young disciples would have clapped their hands and shouted "Okay!"
How graceful is it for one person to fight against several masters from different sects!
Everyone in the Ming Cult had no scruples. When they saw Jing Zhou suppressing and beating several sect leaders, their shouts shook the sky.
Xiao Zhao waved his hands excitedly, even happier than he had won.
Kong Zhi and Song Yuanqiao, who were the focus of care, were complaining in their hearts. They were the first to feel the power of Jingzhou's gun. If it weren't for the restraint of several other people, they would have become the ghosts of the gun.
A spear struck, like a cold star or thunder. The gun gas even hurt their faces. Even if they didn't hit it forcefully, Kong Zhi and Song Yuanqiao were forced to breathe by the ubiquitous gun gas. .
Judging from the relaxed look on the young man's face, I'm afraid he hasn't used all his strength yet.
"Once you have a strong ambition to reach the sky, your leaping horses and spears shake the nine provinces. If you dare to go to the palace to sit on the dragon chariot, the history of the sword will be remembered in the Spring and Autumn Period."
After saying this, Jing Zhou laughed loudly and said, "Just look at my shot!"
This overbearing shot instantly enveloped He Taichong and his wife and the Four Elders of Kongtong. The powerful Qi flowing in the gun seemed to make them unsteady on their feet. The terrifying aura was like an ancient ferocious beast. He Taichong was the first to bear the brunt, and his face suddenly changed drastically. The hair on his head stood on his head, and he was even more frightened and said in his heart: "My life is over."
This shot came extremely fast, and it was like a wind and a cloud. Even though several people wanted to retreat, they found that their bodies were not controlled at all, as if they were nailed to the spot. In the blink of an eye, they were hit by the gun. Several screams rang out from the body, and several people were swept out like flying arrows.
"Pinch me and let me see if I'm dreaming?"
"Why was the leader beaten out? Just now, the leaders were suppressing the demon sect and beating him!"
"Is this shot so powerful? I'm afraid that Zhang Sanfeng is no more than that!"
But in the blink of an eye, those in the right path saw that the circle of constant attacks surrounding Jingzhou was broken, and the leaders of the Kunlun Sect and the Kongtong Sect were beaten until they vomited blood and flew away. This made everyone Can't react.
He Taichong and others lay on the ground and took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling like they were surviving a disaster.
The shot just now made several people smell the smell of death. If Jingzhou hadn't finally recovered most of his strength, they would have gone to see the King of Hell by now.
It's ridiculous that they still think that they can destroy the Ming Cult by joining forces with several sects. Now that they all join forces, they can't even survive a few rounds at the hands of their leader.
The five elders of Kongtong felt that they were just like clowns. Before, they had thought of picking the weak ones and wanted this young man to be a stepping stone. But now it seems that they are the stepping stones.
After He Taichong and others were defeated, Jing Zhou kicked Song Yuanqiao away and shot Kong Zhi away with his spear. In the blink of an eye, only Miu Miu was left on the field.
With a "clang", the sword in Miejie's hand was thrown away, and the bright spearhead was pierced between her eyebrows.
"The leader is mighty! Turn the light into the country!"
"The leader is mighty! Turn the light into the country!"
"The leader is mighty! Turn the light into the country!"
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