He raised his head and drew his sword.
No unnecessary nonsense, just extreme speed.
"Be bold!"
Chang Lai and Chang Feng waved their hands when they saw him rushing towards him.
"superior!"
The bandits and bandits behind him swarmed towards him.
People are like the tide, knives are like mountains, and swords are like forests.
Overwhelming waves of shouts and roars.
The sword energy was swept away, and the chests of the three or five people rushing at the front suddenly burst into blood.
After rushing into the crowd, Zhang Qingyuan raised his sword.
The steps under his feet are jade-pure lotus steps, and his sword technique is the jade-purple golden fairy sword.
The sword is like the wind, and the movement is like an immortal.
Weaving back and forth among the crowd, lotuses grew at every step.
He never forgets to chop with his sword.
Wherever it passes, no trace is left behind.
It’s really like killing one person in ten steps and leaving no trace behind in a thousand miles!
The brothers Chang Lai and Chang Feng were furious when they saw that he had such sword skills.
"Chop my people like cabbage and seek death!"
After that, the two men joined the battlefield with their golden swords in hand.
Not far away, Zhu Zizhao, who was watching a show, patted the back of Lao Qi.
"Everyone is already here, so we can't sit idle. It's our turn."
"yes."
Lao Qi responded and pulled out the sword from the scabbard. The sword was three feet and two long. The sword body was filled with coldness and had three blood grooves.
His eyes were as red as an eagle, and he slowly walked towards the Dragon Lord.
Gradually, his pace became faster and faster, and soon he was running.
Long Jun clasped his hands behind his back and watched Lao Qi charging towards him with an expressionless expression. He snorted coldly: "Go!"
A dozen of his killers wearing black dragon-patterned attire went straight to kill Lao Qi, and the two sides also fought together.
Lord Long did not move, he was watching the battlefield on both sides.
On one side is Zhang Qingyuan, on the other is Lao Qi.
"Qingyuan Daojun, haha."
Obviously he knew who Zhang Qingyuan was. As the Dragon Lord of Longmen, the intelligence network naturally couldn't tell them. He couldn't hide the big and small things in Kaifeng from them at all.
But when he saw that Zhu Zizhao and his party had doubts on their faces, he wondered: "Then who are they?"
As a dragon king, he had better show off.
Standing at the back as a boss, with hands behind his back, looking down at the people, controlling the life and death of others, showing nobility.
On the left, Long Jun's fifteen killers were fighting with Lao Qi. These fifteen killers cooperated with each other, and no one could do anything to the other for a while.
On the other side, after Chang Feng Chang Lai and his two brothers joined the battle group, they also held Zhang Qingyuan back.
The martial arts of the Golden Sword Sect are not weak, and the Golden Sword is powerful and heavy.
There were densely packed bandits around him. Zhang Qingyuan had to resist Chang Feng's frequent slashes while also killing the rest of the miscellaneous soldiers.
Fortunately, the Yuqing Lotus Steps were so ghostly that they couldn't figure it out. Shuttle back and forth, making it impossible for them to encircle each other, but always creating distance.
The Chang brothers were very upset after slashing several times, but all the cuts were in the empty places, and cursed: "This stinky Taoist priest is like a loach, so slippery."
"Don't be afraid. Although his movement skills are ghostly, his internal strength cannot last long. Sooner or later he will run out.
When his internal energy is exhausted and he has no strength left, he will have no choice but to be at our mercy. "
"Okay, let the little one use up his inner strength first!"
Internal strength is an indispensable inner strength for those who practice martial arts.
Unless those who are born unable to condense internal energy can only practice external martial arts, otherwise everyone who practices martial arts will have the blessing of internal energy in their body.
To put it bluntly, internal force is a kind of power. If you have to compare, you can compare people to cars and internal force to gasoline.
If only physical strength is used, how much physical strength can a person squander?
Therefore, when most people do it, no matter what kind of martial arts they use, they will use internal force to support it. This can reduce the loss of physical strength and make people last longer.
It is always said in the martial arts that how many years a person has been cultivating will lead to decades of internal strength in his body.
The longer you practice, the more internal energy you have in your body, and the longer you last.
But internal strength is not infinite after all, and there will always be a time when it is exhausted.
Of course, people are different.
Everyone's physique is different, the internal energy they cultivate is different, and the purity of their internal energy is also different.
For example, the same two people, Hong Qigong in The Condor and Yu Canghai in Swordsman.
One is a practitioner of the Nine Yin Manual and has extremely high talent. Before he practiced the Nine Yin Manual, he was the Five Ultimate Talents.
One is a practitioner of the Qingcheng sect's internal skills, with average talent, and cannot be ranked high in the world.
Two people have also practiced for thirty years, and they have thirty years of internal strength in their bodies, but can their internal strength be comparable?
One is 98# gasoline and the other is 92# mixed with water.
One is one hundred liters and the other is fifty liters.
Therefore, internal force does not have a constant value, especially in some geniuses, which cannot be calculated using common sense.
The Chang brothers wanted to use the human sea tactic to exhaust Zhang Qingyuan's internal energy, but they didn't know that Zhang Qingyuan's Yin-Yang Wuji Kung Fu purified the internal energy into true energy, which was equivalent to rocket fuel.
Moreover, the Yin-Yang Wuji Kung Fu can provide him with two streams of true energy, the combination of Yin and Yang, with an endless supply.
Zhang Qingyuan practiced for one year, while others practiced for five years.
Even though he only practiced for a few months, he is really very persistent.
Zhang Qingyuan did not use palm techniques, nor did he release his internal energy outwards. The consumed internal energy was quickly replenished with the blessing of Yin Yang Wuji Kung Fu.
Ten minutes passed. Chang Feng Chang Lai and the two brothers were surprised to find that Zhang Qingyuan not only did not feel tired, but became more courageous as he fought.
The two looked at each other, what the hell is going on?
Zhang Qingyuan killed with great pleasure, and the killing was arousing.
After a while, there was no one around, leaving only a bloody field.
Zhang Qingyuan's energy was not inexhaustible. If the two of them hadn't been smart just now, maybe he would have been out of breath.
Others did not dare to step forward and nervously surrounded him.
"What a bunch of trash!"
Chang Lai looked at the corpses on the ground and the men who were afraid of being killed, and cursed.
Zhang Qingyuan's Taoist robe has been dyed red with blood, and even his face is covered with the enemy's blood.
He turned his attention to the Chang brothers.
The two of them felt chills running down their backs under Zhang Qingyuan's gaze.
The two of them are not heroes, so of course they are afraid.
But just as he was about to retreat, he heard Long Jun shout: "Kill him!"
The two brothers looked back and forth, they really couldn't afford to offend anyone.
Gritting his teeth, he finally chose Zhang Qingyuan.
"kill!"
Looking at the two people rushing over, Zhang Qingyuan held a sword flower and raised his hand to wipe the blood stains on his face.
"kill."
The wind rises and the sword falls.
The sound of swords clashing was crisp and loud.
The two of them cooperated very well, one on the left and the other on the right holding Zhang Qingyuan in check.
After a dozen moves in a row, the Chang brothers were overjoyed.
He thought he was powerful, but it turned out that he was at the end of his strength.
Chang Feng was a little anxious and wanted to capture Zhang Qingyuan quickly. The golden sword swept across and went straight to his waist.
It's now……
At this time, Zhang Qingyuan's feet were seen dodging and he quickly avoided the decisive blow.
Looking back at Long Jun, he was still calm and composed.
Raising his hand and sending it away, the sword blade picked up Chang Feng's right hand holding the sword. The golden sword immediately let go and flew straight towards Lord Long.
Before Chang Feng could be surprised, the sword energy passed across his neck and the body was separated.
"younger brother!"
Just as he was screaming, Zhang Qingyuan's sword flashed again and he turned behind Chang Lai.
Chang Lai, who had just raised the golden sword above his head, looked down and saw a sword growing out of his belly.
On the other side, Lao Qi also solved the battle.
Compared to Zhang Qingyuan, Lao Qi's swordsmanship was sharper, like a swordsmanship designed specifically to kill.
There were fifteen people, and now only three were left, each with more than a dozen wounds on their bodies.
"It's slow."
Pulling out his sword and pushing away Chang Lai, who was still staring at death, Zhang Qingyuan looked at Lao Qi and said.
When Lao Qi saw that he was done, he flicked his wrist and the remaining three fell to the ground immediately.
"Wait for you."
Except for the frightened bandits and miscellaneous soldiers, all the others were killed.
Everyone looked at Long Jun. Long Jun snorted and was about to speak.
Zhang Qingyuan flew forward, and the tip went straight to his throat.
"Ding!"
Like gold and iron, the tip of the sword is blocked by the Adam's apple.
Zhang Qingyuan was also stunned, Heng Lian Kung Fu was really good.
Long Jun swung a punch straight towards Zhang Qingyuan's face, but Zhang Qingyuan hurriedly blocked it.
"Look how you broke my golden bell!"
Long Jun held his breath and concentrated, and a golden light emitted from his body.
I said that I was so pretentious, but it turned out that I actually had some confidence. Zhang Qingyuan looked at Lao Qi.
"any idea?"
"If your throat is not good, then you will have vaginal discharge."
In martial arts such as Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt, except for those who have achieved great success and have no flaws, the rest will have shields.
As long as you find the cover, you will be defeated.
After saying that, Lao Qi flew forward and went straight to his lower body, while Zhang Qingyuan stood aside, watching the fight between the two of them and pondering his flaws.
Every attack from Lao Qi was directed toward the lower third. Naturally, Long Jun did not dare to use his swing stick to block it, so he had to use other parts to block it.
Is the golden bell really difficult to break?
Zhang Qingyuan thought about it for a while, and I didn't believe that there was no other flaw other than throwing the stick.
After pondering for a while, his eyes lit up.
He picked up a sword from the ground and hid it behind his back, shouting to Lao Qi: "Old Qi, get out of the way and watch me kill him!"
Zhang Qingyuan stepped forward with his sword, and Lao Qi took a few steps back. Long Jun burst out laughing when he saw Zhang Qingyuan stabbing him in the stomach.
"If you want to attack head-on, let's see if you have the ability!"
He immediately stepped back from his horse's stance, his energy sinking into his Dantian, and his body was shining with golden light.
However, the moment Zhang Qingyuan's sword pierced his chest, there was a sound of gold and iron.
"Don't overestimate yourself..."
Before the complacent Long Jun could get too happy too early, Zhang Qingyuan suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes.
The next moment, I heard an evil laughter coming from behind:
"The secret of Konoha Taijutsu...thousands of years to kill."
puff!
The soft chrysanthemum was pierced by the sword.
Zhu Zizhao and Lao Wu, who were watching the show on the side, hurriedly covered their faces: "It's too cruel..."
