"Still unable to resist?"
Zhang Yimeng's actions this time were also somewhat beyond Hong Qigong's expectations. He has always admired some courageous and resourceful young people. It is the kind of comfort that elders give to younger generations, even if they are not in the same camp. It does not hinder his appreciation of the latter, because the world is lucky to have such people.
"You have to try, right?"
Zhang Yimeng smiled brightly, which made Hong Qigong frown even more. This boy was only twenty-seven or eighty-years-old. He was still a young man. No matter which sect he was in, he was the oldest. It’s just some achievements.
The world may not know the name of his Chakravartin King Zhang Yimeng, but Hong Qigong knows it very well. This son debuted at a young age, his apprenticeship is unknown, and his martial arts skills are unknown. As soon as he showed up, he made a big name in the Lantian area. Of course, , it is not a reputation that is exposed to the outside world, but it is spread in the killer world and deep in the dark web. It seems to be out of touch with the orthodox martial arts world.
Because of his superb ability to forge documents, there is an endless stream of famous people from all over the world who come to look for him. Whether they are full of evildoers or people of good character, Zhang Yimeng has his own way of distinguishing those who deserve to be killed. Zhang Yimeng will not hesitate to kill those who deserve to be killed. If someone is killed on the spot and should not be killed, Zhang Yimeng will forge documents for free to give the person a new life, and his actions are both righteous and evil.
This is the origin of his title of Wheel-turning King. Hong Qigong occasionally heard about his deeds when he traveled to the Lantian area, but he had never seen him. Now, it was only the first time to see him in person.
"Stubborn."
Hong Qigong said with some sadness.
"Hehe, no one is wrong, I don't regret it."
Dancing with one hand, Zhang Yimeng held the knife in his backhand and stood in front of him. Looking at the face reflected on the blade, Zhang Yimeng smiled slightly.
This is a short blade that is slightly longer than a conventional dagger, but also much shorter than a long sword. Since this weapon is short and easy to hide, it is mostly used as a suitable weapon for close combat, personal defense or assassination. A dual-purpose weapon for stabbing and slashing.
It is the best weapon for close combat enthusiasts, and Zhang Yimeng is obviously one of the best.
After finishing speaking, Zhang Yimeng took the initiative to attack before Hong Qigong could reply again. However, he saw that he was short, holding a dagger behind his back, and rushed in front of Wang Wencheng. In the latter's surprised eyes, Zhang Yimeng's smiling face was faint. Jump into view.
"Uh-huh!"
A stroke of catching the moon from a well and moving upward across the air was a personal killing move aimed at Wang Wencheng, but the latter still reacted at the most critical moment, rolling like a donkey and falling backwards .
Zhang Yimeng was not surprised by his reaction. If he could kill the opponent instantly with one move, then his position as chief helmsman would be too much.
Wang Wencheng was lucky enough to escape, but that didn't mean that the rest of the Beggar Clan disciples were the same. The few Beggar Clan disciples who didn't react in time were not as lucky as him. The three or five disciples who were at the front covered their throats and fell to the ground.
"kill him!!"
Zhang Yimeng's proactive attack also instantly angered thousands of Beggar Clan disciples. A large group of strong men holding Yanling knives immediately separated from the crowd and strode towards Zhang Yimeng.
The Beggar Clan doesn't just know how to use sticks. Many of those who perform tasks outside, such as the Law Enforcement Hall, use extremely lethal blades.
But a strong man jumped to Zhang Yimeng's side first, twisted the handle of the knife with his right hand, and struck him on the head with a powerful slash.
Sidestepping, he turned around and slashed the strong man's throat with a knife. Zhang Yimeng didn't look back. Just by his shouts, he knew that there were multiple opponents coming from behind him from different directions.
Taking a step forward, Zhang Yimeng tapped his left foot lightly on the ground to exert force, and immediately turned his body up lightly, like a wild goose pulling green onions on dry land. He turned over and jumped away from the three long knives behind him. Zhang Yimeng twisted his waist in mid-air, turned around and slashed horizontally. Throw it past.
Puff puff!
The three big men holding knives immediately fell to the ground with their necks clenched. Zhang Yimeng, who had struck out the blow, did not look back at the latter. The moment his footsteps touched the ground, he immediately twisted his hands and changed his knife-holding technique. He used the short dagger to use long-soldier moves, broadsword techniques, and strange The python turned over.
With a knife, he cut off the wrist of the person in front and knocked the weapon out of his hand. Zhang Yimeng hit the person on the chin with an uppercut kick. However, with a crisp sound, the person was hit by an ox and a horse and immediately rose into the sky. It brought out pieces of blood, and even thinking about it, he wouldn't be able to survive.
Zhang Yimeng kicked the man in front of him away without stopping, and continued to lunge forward and slash diagonally. He broke the sternum of a Beggar Clan disciple with one knife and knocked him back several meters, tripping over a dozen people.
"Go on!! Kill him!!"
Wang Wencheng saw Zhang Yimeng knocking down many of the gang members in just a few breaths. He couldn't help but be shocked and angry. He pulled his neck and kept pushing the people around him forward and yelled.
"Ah"
Facing a new round of offensive that was reorganized, Zhang Yimeng was fearless. He swung the broach in his right hand backwards, and the dagger immediately flew out of his palm and spun around twice. Finally, Zhang Yimeng firmly grasped it in his hand, and the dagger was completed in an instant. The movement of changing from holding the handle in the forehand to the backhand.
Holding the knife upright has a long distance and is advantageous in piercing, so it is called the open hand, while holding the knife in the backhand has both offense and defense. It is similar to the back of the knife, making it convenient to cut, scratch, tease, and cut, so it is called the hidden hand.
Facing more than a dozen swordsmen rushing towards him, Zhang Yimeng hid his backhand knife behind his back and leaned down to the ground to look at his opponent. This was an action like a cheetah about to pounce on food, silently calculating the distance in his heart.
Zhang Yimeng kicked his right leg hard, and he jumped forward in an instant. He dodged and avoided several steel knives. Zhang Yimeng's momentum was not reduced. He took advantage of the situation and performed transection with his backhand. There were a few muffled pops, and several swordsmen were thought to have been killed. Zhang Yimeng disemboweled him.
Turning sideways to avoid the blood sprayed by the swordsmen, Zhang Yimeng stepped forward and leaned on his shoulder to hit Wu Santong who was about to make a sneak attack.
"The beloved disciple of the dignified Master Yideng is good at using the insidious methods that we people are accustomed to. You are not very good at it."
Wu Santong was ridiculed by Zhang Yimeng, who turned red in the face. The latter ignored his emotions and swung the dagger upward. Wu Santong immediately stepped back when he saw this. Zhang Yimeng took advantage of the situation and turned over, leaped up, caught the dagger in mid-air and pulled it toward Wu Santong's forehead. Push it away, and then raise your knees to face the front door.
As soon as he made his move, he hit two killing moves, which went straight to the opponent's vital point. Zhang Yimeng was very fast. Wu Santong could only save his chariot and abandon his pawn. First, he had to guard against the dagger that Zhang Yimeng pulled down.
Then he turned his head to the right to avoid, and with a muffled sound, Wu Santong's shoulder was immediately stabbed by Zhang Yimeng with a short dagger. It was not over yet. Although he avoided a fatal injury, Zhang Yimeng's knee attack still came on time.
thumping!
With a knee, Wu Santong was knocked back. The moment Zhang Yimeng landed, he followed up with a lunge and slashed across the opponent's throat with his backhand. This is the rhythm of taking advantage of your illness to kill you. His fighting style is very fierce. You can tell at a glance whether he is the one who hit the opponent. The fighting style of the previous sects is particularly similar to Dongzhang's fighting style, because both of them have learned their martial arts skills from fighting on the streets. , never give up until the opponent falls to the ground.
"father!!"
"Uncle Wu!!"
At this time, two exclamations suddenly sounded from behind the crowd, but it was Guo Fu and others who came to the inner hall at some unknown time. Seeing Wu Santong's critical situation, they exclaimed.
Wu Santong had no way to escape at this time. Even gods could not save him from Zhang Yimeng's slash. At this critical moment, Wu Santong suddenly moved his body back to avoid Zhang Yimeng's horizontal slash.
The latter's eyes narrowed slightly when he saw it, and he saw a plain hand pulling Wu Santong's collar, pulling him back hard, and followed by a bamboo stick attacking Zhang Yimeng's lower body as fast as lightning.
"The dog-beating stick method."
Whispering softly, Zhang Yimeng changed the way he held the knife to an upright grip. His steps hit the ground and flew backwards. He held the knife in one hand and threw it back. Using the big knife technique, he rolled and closed in the wind.
With one knife, he broke through several swordsmen behind him who wanted to sneak attack. Zhang Yimeng lunged on the spot and adjusted the posture of the knife by twisting the dancing flower with one hand. Without even looking to his side, he suddenly made a lunge and stabbed directly in front of one person. chest.
"ah!!"
The person who was hit was Wang Wencheng, who was secretly hiding behind others. He saw Zhang Yimeng piercing his right chest with a knife. Just as he was about to kill Wang Wencheng with a follow-up knife, a sharp reprimand suddenly came from behind him.
"stop!!"
A bamboo stick struck Zhang Yimeng's back and right ribs diagonally, kicking Wang Wencheng away. Zhang Yimeng turned around and swung the bamboo stick with a low dagger, then slashed at Huang Rong behind him with a big forward swing.
Dang! !
I don't know what kind of material this bamboo stick is made of, but it actually blocked Zhang Yimeng's downward blows and continued.
"Gang Leader Huang has such a handsome stick technique."
Seeing this dignified woman, Zhang Yimeng didn't stop what he was doing. He released the handle of the knife, changed his hand, and then raised the knife with his backhand and slashed at Huang Rong. He would not be merciful just because the other party was a woman. That was what a saint should do. , it is not something he, a mere mortal, can do.
Huang Rong's skills were obviously much higher than those of Wu Santong and Wang Wencheng. She immediately twisted the stick across the fence, Zhang Yimeng held the knife in his left hand and was slashing at an angle, but Huang Rong pushed him away with the stick, and then raised the knife with his backhand.
This was a false move. Huang Rong didn't expect it and stumbled. Zhang Yimeng aimed at the opportunity and took the handle of the knife with a force to chop Huashan towards Huang Rong's face.
boom! !
The woman's reaction was not weak. Although her steps were shaky, she still blocked with a quick horizontal stick.
"Who are you exactly?"
Huang Rong looked at the evil young man in front of her and scolded him in a deep voice.
The latter smiled slightly and pushed Huang Rong away. In terms of strength, the woman was still far behind the man.
"Just a nobody."
Pushing Huang Rong away, Zhang Yimeng immediately turned around and swept backwards, killing the horse and falling flowers.
With a single stroke of the knife, the feet of several swordsmen behind him were immediately cut off by Zhang Yimeng. The knife passed without leaving a trace, which shows how sharp this short knife is.
Looking at the knife hand who was still alive, Zhang Yimeng raised his right hand, twirled the dancing flower with one hand, held the handle of the knife with both hands and thrust it down hard.
"Ahhh!!"
The swordsman was immediately stabbed through the heart with a dagger and died.
"furious!!"
Huang Rong behind her originally wanted to stop Zhang Yimeng, but the latter's speed was too fast, and the Beggar Clan disciple died under his sword before she could make a move.
Turning his head and grinning at Huang Rong, Zhang Yimeng suddenly turned his head and rushed towards the north. He passed by like a hidden dragon coming out of its cave. No one was his enemy, but unfortunately there were too many people on the other side.
Zhang Yimeng did not choose to fight with Huang Rong. He stood and retreated all the way, and soon came to the wall.
"Not good!! He wants to escape!!"
Huang Rong instantly saw Zhang Yimeng's thoughts and shouted in a loud voice.
Zhang Yimeng's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard the sound, and he gained more strength in his hands. He shook away several swordsmen in front of him with his sword. He stepped on the wall and used his strength to jump up into the air. His body was dangling in the air. Zhang Yimeng's left hand instantly reached out and climbed over the hurdle with one hand. He took a step and flew onto the crossbar.
"Don't let him get away!!!"
At this time, several sharp-eyed disciples of the Beggar Clan also climbed onto the beam. Facing the obstacle, Zhang Yimeng did not lose strength and ran quickly on the beam, slashing the throat of the opponent's swordsman with three knives. Zhang Yimeng was about to continue running forward.
Suddenly a bamboo stick was held out from his side to hinder his forward movement, but Huang Rong also jumped onto the crossbar, right on the wooden post on Zhang Yimeng's left side.
The two of them rushed forward quickly at this time, fighting fiercely with sticks and knives on the two beams. Zhang Yimeng suddenly leaned over and changed his direction, taking advantage of the situation and slashing horizontally with his backhand to force Huang Rong away. Huang Rong did not expect that he would suddenly change direction, and she At this moment, his strength was still unabated, so he had to hurriedly pick up his stick and stand in front of him for protection.
She never expected that this boy's mind would be so calm. He was a formidable opponent.
It turned out that Zhang Yimeng instantly lowered his body, leaned forward to seduce Huang Rong to catch up, and then immediately changed direction to counterattack with a horizontal slash. Generally speaking, it is like playing basketball in later generations, dribbling the ball and changing direction to pass people.
Huang Rong never expected that Zhang Yimeng would be so cunning, so it was not surprising that he would be fooled. Huang Rong, who was shaken by Zhang Yimeng, did not react slowly.
Seeing that Huang Rong blocked his own sword without any danger, Zhang Yimeng was a little discouraged, but he didn't feel surprised.
Suddenly he stabilized his body, stepped forward and slashed forward, then turned around and slashed towards Huang Rong on the left side.
call out!
However, Huang Rong narrowly avoided it by using the light body technique in the Nine Yin Manual. Zhang Yimeng was a little surprised, but he kept moving his hands, and he lowered himself and made a series of backhand blocking moves towards Huang Rong's waist and abdomen.
"mother!!!"
This thrilling scene made Guo Fu panic below.
But Huang Rong is Huang Rong after all. With many magical skills, she is not an ordinary second-rate person. Huang Rong can be the first person in the second-rate realm.
Dangzhi twisted his waist and raised the stick to point at Zhang Yimeng's wrist, using the dog-beating stick technique and the pick-up technique.
If Zhang Yimeng was using his forehand at this moment, Huang Rong would probably hit an acupoint on his wrist.
The offensive and defensive capabilities of holding the knife in his backhand were clearly visible at this moment. Zhang Yimeng held the knife in his backhand, with the blade in line with his forearm. The moment he raised his arm, he effectively blocked the stick attack.
Swinging the long stick, Zhang Yimeng quickly hooked the bamboo stick with his foot to restrain Huang Rong from withdrawing the stick. Just as he was about to swing the sword, a violent surge of true energy suddenly came from under him.
Woo! ! !
A roar like a dragon's roar came from below. Zhang Yimeng's expression changed when he heard the sound. He immediately pushed Huang Rong away, turned over and jumped off the crossbar.
Click! !
The thick beam was shattered by the palm of the hand, and countless sawdust fell into the air.
As soon as Zhang Yimeng landed, he was surrounded by countless Beggar Clan disciples.
But without even looking at the covetous Beggar Clan disciples around him, Zhang Yimeng looked at the old man who had landed on the high platform with a knife and said nothing.
But it was Hong Qigong who took action.
"Junior, you are quite capable. In just a few breaths, you have performed numerous unique skills. Your talent is among the best among the younger generation."
Bidding farewell to the messy hair on his head, Zhang Yimeng showed his big white teeth: "Senior Hong is overly praised. I have always heard that the Beggar Clan is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. To deal with a nobody like me, it is necessary to go to war in such a big way. If the word spreads, it will be against you." The reputation of the Gang is not very good."
"Are you still a nobody?"
Hong Qigong glanced at Zhang Yimeng, who was calm and unhurried, raised his eyebrows, and then said: "Oh~ Do you want to go one-on-one with a disciple of my gang?"
There was some surprise in his words.
"Haha, I can't escape today no matter what. After all, you are always here to take charge. As for the others, hehe."
Zhang Yimeng said nothing, but his words did not hide his contempt for the Beggar Clan. He had not given up the opportunity to escape at this time. He wanted to win a chance to escape. The implication was that he was alone. pick.
If the beggars are brave enough.
"Hahahahaha, you are so crazy."
(End of chapter)
