Zeng Luohan made a secret with his hands, using his hands as a knife.
His body became stronger and taller, and the fat all over his body formed lumps, and it looked like he had developed black and purple sarcomas.
His eyes were half-squinted and he was looking at him with disdain.
In the blink of an eye, he changed from a fat bald man with a friendly face to a arrogant military commander with a bloody face and cold eyes.
He stepped hard, causing gravel on the ground to fly. A fishy wind blew up from his body, and he slashed forward.
Just like riding a red rabbit horse, he was in front of Zhang Kun in a flash.
"Zanpou..."
The fat man shouted deeply, and the knife in his hand whizzed sharply, slashing down diagonally.
This knife was fast and cruel. The strong wind brought by the palm alone made Zhang Kun's skin ache.
Zhang Kun connected his feet and leaned back, as if being pulled by a rope, retreating quickly;
At the same time, he struck and struck with his palms, and slapped the opponent's hand knife.
Chi...
The wind is as sharp as cutting.
Zhang Kun's upper body was slightly shaken, his hands, arms, and sleeves were already torn apart by the knots, and his chest and lower abdomen were in severe pain at the same time.
Shocked by the huge force, his retreating steps immediately stopped and his body became numb.
'It's such a fierce sword move, you can't bear it forcefully. '
In an instant, he just took the bald fat man's hand knife, and there were already knife marks on his body and hands.
Thinking of Guan Erye's martial arts characteristics, Zhang Kun immediately understood what the opponent's sword skills were like.
Fast, powerful, and extremely ferocious.
The first few knives were impossible to block.
Concentrate your strength to slash, exerting power and speed several times higher than usual.
The stronger the burst, the shorter the duration.
The best way at this time is, of course, to avoid the real situation and strike at the weak point, and wait until the situation is exhausted.
The more injured Zhang Kun is, the calmer he becomes. His eyes are bloodshot and red...
He stepped on the Liuhe Fist and chased the wind and the moon step, sometimes jumping backwards, sometimes running diagonally, using the wall to roll and jump in the alley.
Speaking of which, this wind-chasing step is actually a force-gathering move...the whole body's strength is concentrated on the leg step to increase the speed of the body.
It is the only move in Liuhe Quan that focuses on speed.
Wang Jingya had used it before to attack with force.
That's because she likes to fight hard, which is the reason for her personality.
Zhang Kun used it to dodge at this time, but the effect was also good.
Retreating is to move forward better; retracting the arm is to strike more powerfully.
Zhang Kun's eyes were like fire and ice, staring at the blade... His body was as erratic as a willow, and he even dodged the bald fat man's eighteen criss-crossing swords.
Seeing the opponent's sword force stagnating slightly, he took a long breath and his eyes sparkled.
No more hiding.
As he dodged a slash, his feet twisted and his waist suddenly collapsed.
He tightened his strength and retracted his arms, shrunk to half a foot high, stopped and grabbed hold.
His hand was like lightning, he reached back and grabbed the fat bald man's right leg at the ankle.
[Jingde drags the whip! ]
His figure suddenly stood up, Zhang Kun shouted loudly, grabbed the fat man's right leg, and with a cry, he threw the fat man's huge body up, drew an arc, and smashed it down over his head.
Boom...
The ground shook.
Zeng Luohan was hit by this, and his eyes were filled with stars and his whole body was numb.
However, at this time, he was still under the influence of the spell, but he was also fierce. He straightened his waist and abdomen, swept the sword across, and slashed towards Zhang Kun's throat...
This time, Zhang Kun did not retreat or dodge. He used his hands as a shield, blocked the attack and charged forward towards the blade.
Click...
While the bones of his left arm were being chopped off, he straddled the fat bald man with a single leap, and his right fist fell like rain.
[Wu Song Tiger Fighting Style]
Boom boom boom...
Swinging his fist like a hammer, he hit the opponent's head hard.
In one breath, Zeng Luohan's face was hit with seven heavy punches, until the opponent's face was completely collapsed and mixed with sand and gravel...
Zeng Luohan raised his arms high, never having the chance to make the final blow. His fat figure kept twitching, his legs kicked straight, and finally he remained motionless.
"God beats, haha, God beats..."
Zhang Kun raised his head, his eyes were still blood red, stood there and panted for a while, then let out a long breath.
This battle is actually very dangerous.
Fatty's technique is very strange. Although there is a problem with his endurance, the attack in front of him is very powerful.
If you are too courageous and face an opponent that seems to have hypnotized you, you may be chased and hacked to death.
This person seems to be the person in charge of Xiangtang. How many strong players are there at the same level as him?
Is there any "venerable" behind him?
Thinking of this, Zhang Kun felt a little irritable.
However, this is not the time to think about these things.
He searched these people one by one and found that except for some broken silver, they carried no other valuable items.
Knives, bows and arrows were too eye-catching to carry around, so Zhang Kun didn't learn weapons yet, so he didn't take them.
It was a pity that the fat man known as Lord Arhat did not carry a martial arts secret book with him.
The opponent's "magic hitting" skill indeed has a unique secret.
This battle was a loss.
Severe pain came from the fractured left arm, and Zhang Kun shook his head slightly.
There was a muffled sound in his ears, and he stopped and turned around.
The child with the broken leg was squirming on the ground, struggling to reach out...
Under the light of the torch, he was vomiting blood from his mouth, and his eyes looked very complicated.
"Logically speaking, you have harmed me and attracted people to ambush me. I shouldn't have saved you anyway. Damn, you're still so young... I'll take you to the hospital. Whether you survive or not depends on your life."
As he said that, he wanted to help the child with the broken leg.
He had seen the fat bald man knock the kid down before, and he did it very cruelly. This injury was really serious.
"No, I won't go..." The child was helped up and gave an ugly smile, "I, I didn't tell, tell the incense master that the eldest sister is in Anren Hall..."
"Okay, stop talking. Do you think this will make you feel better? Who doesn't have some last resort, but this cannot be a reason to harm others."
Zhang Kun didn't want to say anything at first, but when he felt the skinny and weightless body of the child with a broken leg, he couldn't help but sigh.
"Be careful, be careful... Your Majesty."
The kid with the broken leg seems to be smiling, but also crying...
His body twitched a few times, and a large piece of blood spurted out of his mouth, mixed with lumps.
He widened his eyes and looked straight at the dark sky. His intact left palm firmly grasped the corner of Zhang Kun's clothes, as if he wanted to grab something.
Zhang Kun was stunned, watching the child exhale his last breath.
Looking at the other party's last moments, a bit of golden dragon energy rushed into the center of his eyebrows...
He gently closed the other person's wide-open eyes and cursed secretly.
This child, whose name was unknown and could be considered an enemy, died quietly in a dark alley.
Silently like leaves falling to the ground.
'What is this, belated gratitude? '
With a little more dragon energy, for the first time, Zhang Kun felt no joy at all.
In this damn era, people are like weeds, growing and dying.
Just being alive is already very difficult.
What more can you ask for?
Be strong. Only when you are strong can you control your own destiny and change the world.
Looking at the words "Void Gate" opened by 0.8% in the attribute column, Zhang Kun was silent for a while.
The day of opening is far away, and in this era, we have to do something.
He gently put down the child's body and walked towards the end of the alley step by step, never looking back.
