Cui Yulin shouted loudly.
In fact, when he rushed into battle, he was very cautious.
He was not an unlearned eunuch. He was favored by the Queen Mother, promoted beyond his rank, and was considered to be capable of both literary and military skills.
He deeply understands the principle that "a gentleman should not stand behind a dangerous wall."
He encouraged Lang Yong and other imperial guards to move forward, but he himself was erratic, dodging left and right. He never stays in any one place for more than half a second... His mind has long been tense, and he can always rely on the wall of human armor in front of him to block his body.
Bagua swims around and is best at finding directions and angles to dodge and attack. For a moment, Zhang Kun really couldn't find a chance to shoot.
Chen Fengming was even braver.
When he doesn't want to get involved in something, he does so cautiously, for fear of getting into a little trouble and affecting his career.
Once you really decide to take action, thinking about meritorious service and being rewarded, your heart will be filled with excitement.
Chen Fengming's heart was boiling with excitement as he saw the scene of eight people living in the future and raining under his command.
There is only one person on the opposite side. Even if you fight head-to-head, you may not be able to beat yourself. There is really nothing to worry about.
What's more, there was a fourth-level sword-wielding barbarian named Batulu taking the lead in charging into the battle, and Cui Yuming, who was good at the Five Tiger Soul-Severing Spear and Bagua Wandering, was flanking him. He really couldn't see any possibility of failure.
Especially when behind him, the thirty elite patrolling gunmen slowly moved forward, ready to be covered by a hail of bullets at any time.
How to lose when the flying dragon rides on the face?
Although Chen Fengming is sure of victory, he will not underestimate Zhang Kun too much.
In his mind, the only thing he could worry about was the short spear that he heard was very accurate.
However, one round of shooting was only six iron particles.
The attack power is not too strong, it cannot even penetrate the human body, but it is not impossible to deal with it.
He dragged the gun with his right hand, leaned forward forty-five degrees, and his hips rose and fell, like riding a fierce horse... Running on the grass and dirt, it seemed as if he had merged into the vast sage grass, appearing steady and appearing at times.
The left hand stands with the elbow upright. The elbow blocks the heart, and the palm blocks the forehead, forehead, and throat.
Protect the atrium carefully.
'If you can't kill me with one shot, I'll stab you to death with one shot. '
Chen Fengming's murderous intent was strong at this time, and his energy penetrated his whole body, giving him the heroic power of a general charging into battle.
Outside Yongding Gate, the idlers and ordinary people watching the excitement couldn't help but let out an exclamation.
'This guy is indeed a powerful person, brave and strategic, and he dares to take a risk at critical moments. No wonder he has been the chief arrester of Xishifang for less than a year, and his men have already captured seven or eight criminal thieves... Eating with his true skills is not something he can envy. '
Above the city gate, Wei Qingshan is wearing armor and holding a gun, with a fierce wind behind him.
His eyes were full of eagerness.
'After this battle, Senior Brother Chen will definitely rise to the top. Cui Yuming and Master Ronglu, the Admiral of the Nine Sects, are both able men under the Queen Mother, and they can talk to each other. I don’t know when I will get this opportunity to jump up a few more levels in the position of Chengmen Qianzong. '
Getting promoted and making a fortune is always an obsession for ordinary people.
Wealth, glory, and being holy in front of others have become a curse in the hearts of many people.
Especially those who practice martial arts...
Without this thought, what kind of practice would there be, and what kind of suffering would there be?
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"Zhang Kun, my son, you are a cowardless person. Come out, do you dare to hide?"
Baturul Langyong roared violently, and galloped forward with his legs, his copper stick thrust forward, and he danced so loudly that the wind sounded.
The total weight of the iron and cotton armor on his body weighed about one hundred and twenty kilograms. Adding weapons and weight, his already strong, tall and brutal body became even more brave.
At this time, he ran like a bull charging with fierce momentum.
The four guards, who were also wearing armor, remained silent and looked at each other's horns.
Following closely behind him, the long sword was unsheathed, with a cold light shining in his eyes.
"What the top four shows in the capital, I think it's bullshit."
Seeing that he was already approaching, there was still no figure in front of him... Judging from the movement of branches and leaves, the other party must have been scared to death.
Lang Yong laughed wildly.
Among the four beauties in the capital, a few mere charlatans have a reputation even greater than that of Batulu, the first-class one in the world. Don’t people in the world have eyes? Still don't have a brain?
That golden monkey Gong Baosen managed to overwhelm him in the palace just by relying on his dodge skills. What a joke.
If you have the ability, give it a try with Mr. Lang.
Try and die.
Lang Yong had just rushed to the front of the mountain forest and had already seen a corner of Zhang Kun's clothes, and a trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes.
He didn't need protection at all. He was armed to the teeth. Apart from being unable to block the roar of the cannon, who would dare to block it head-on.
"die……"
The word "death" was still in his throat and he had not spit it out yet.
The copper stick had just been swung into the air, and was about to break the figure in light cyan robes together with the dead tree.
A thunderous roar was heard in the ears.
It seemed like one sound, and then it seemed like six sounds.
Before my eyes, sand and rocks were flying, and leaves fell like a waterfall.
Lang Yong's head suddenly tilted back uncontrollably, his body paused, and he took two steps back.
He felt as if his forehead had been hit by a sledgehammer, and his ears were ringing.
"Hit."
Immediately, Lang Yong had an enlightenment in his heart.
"I'm fine..."
He immediately realized that he was wearing a stainless steel helmet. The iron just hit the helmet, and the impact was just a shock. It did not cause any real damage at all.
Thinking of this, his heart immediately dropped into his stomach, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
If you can't kill me, it will be your turn.
The wind behind him was strong, the knife whistled like thunder, and the screams reached his ears again.
Lang Yong seemed to see light and shadow flashing in the corner of his eyes, and a wisp of breeze passed by.
His neck hurt slightly, and the bloody blade had poked out of his throat.
He was stabbed from the back of his neck to his throat.
"you you……"
The copper rod fell powerlessly, but Lang Yong was still alive for a moment, so he turned around and looked over.
Then he discovered that among the four men behind him, two of them had huge blood holes in their eyeballs and were falling to the sky;
As for the other two, blood gurgled like streams from the weak spots on their necks and armor, and they staggered down. They were obviously no longer alive.
"I have never seen such a stupid person...Fighting with a master of martial arts and wearing two layers of heavy armor, you think your speed is not slow enough."
With a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Zhang Kun's mouth, he drew the knife in his hand, slightly bent his fingers, and flicked it on the blade.
The blood turned into raindrops and splashed away, and the sword was as bright as snow.
I have to say that this barbarian Baturu is still very strong.
With a wave of both arms, the copper stick fell down. It really has the power of a god to block a god and a Buddha to block a Buddha. It is a brute force.
If you really use a knife against a stick, you may not be able to avoid damage yourself.
However, martial arts is amazing.
The comparison is never pure strength.
These Ming Jin and Dark Jin martial arts masters, when they compete in martial arts, they all want to wear less clothes. It is best to be shirtless, so that they can maximize the use of the most exquisite moves.
Any restraint or excess weight will affect the smoothness and speed of the shot.
This one is so good, I wish I could even put the quilt on my body...
Carrying more than 100 kilograms of weight, are you competing with me for speed?
