As soon as Zhang Kun chased him to the city gate, he saw that the people around him had already avoided both sides.
But after the city gate let the dead eunuch into the city, it slowly closed.
What's even more annoying is that on the top of the city, there is a general with a sneer on his lips, shouting to shoot arrows.
'This is no longer as simple as being biased, but being prepared and lining up in advance, or in other words, Cui Yuming and the others were originally in the same group. '
He felt angry and suppressed it in an instant.
After all, Yongding Gate represents the gateway to the capital, and the gatekeepers more or less represent the majesty of the capital.
Hiding outside the city and killing soldiers and generals, there is still a reason to explain, and you can deny it even if you die. If I start a fight with the city gate guards, it is better to tell the world directly that I have rebelled.
Thinking of this, Zhang Kun paused slightly, danced with his long sword, cut off the seven or eight long arrows that hit him, and looked at the city head like an eagle.
He stared hard at the general's face, pumped up his energy and blood, and shouted sharply:
"If you dare to block your private pursuit of revenge, you will live and die without complaining!"
The sound was deafening and murderous, making the arrow rain become sparser.
"Alas, he still can't figure out the situation... Wei Qingshan, the general manager of the city gate, is following the path of Li Zhongtang. He also came from the Huiyou Escort Bureau and is a brother-in-law with the patrol camp Chen Fengming."
"Yes, Zhang Kun thought it was a personal grudge, but he never thought that the other party was deliberately irritating him and forcing him to rebel. From now on, he would no longer have a foothold in the capital. If he could bear it and retreat, he would naturally feel aggrieved. If he is unwilling to do so, I wish, if you take action against the city gate guards, you will harm your friends and relatives and cause great disaster."
In the rain of arrows, one could see the green-robed swordsman still wielding his sword and struggling hard... Although he was still majestic, one could see a hint of loneliness and desolation.
The onlookers around could not help but shake their heads and sigh.
"Such a brave man was inevitably forced by the government and lived in exile from then on. The world's talents were not used by the court, so that the barbarians were rampant and unstoppable. This is how our spines were bent little by little. "
A tall, burly and majestic young man sighed with sadness in his eyes.
Wang Zhiping, who is also one of the four elites in the capital and has become famous in recent times, clearly saw the fight on the short hill not far from the city gate. At the same time, he was also well aware of the grievances between the two sides.
After all, the story of "the imperial doctor of Luliuzhuang spewing blood, his bloody eyes and his sword to suppress the ugly people" has been quietly spread throughout the capital, in teahouses and restaurants.
The target is pointed directly at the deep palace garden...
All conscientious warriors would applaud the fate of those children. I wish I could be there and kill all the red lotus demons and eunuchs from the deep palace.
The poor child who died for the innocent was avenged.
But he didn't expect that this matter would have such a follow-up.
When he arrived, a group of pursuers led by Cui Yuming, Lang Yong and Chen Fengming were killed and defeated.
Lang Yong and Chen Fengming lost their lives on the spot.
Cui Yuming only escaped with his own body and fled madly...
As for Zhang Kun, he lives up to his reputation as a mad swordsman and can't even get a grain of sand out of his eyes. Faced with the obstruction of the city gate guards, he did not give in even half a step and instead threatened him.
It's so heroic that it's hard not to admire him.
"A small impatience will mess up a big plan. When it comes to peace, don't interfere... something is about to happen, big things are important."
Next to him, an old man wearing a bamboo hat and a gauze hat was stroking his beard. His voice was soft and inaudible, and it penetrated into Wang Zhiping's ears. He seemed to be afraid that this man would take action boldly, challenge the city guards, and help Zhang Kun enter the city.
If we say that fighting against the Japanese swordsmen is to promote the majesty of China, fighting against the city guards is to reveal their identity and reveal their counterattacks in advance.
What else is there talk about "making friends in the capital and bringing peace to the world"?
…
Wei Qingshan, who was standing at the city gate, could feel the murderous intent in Zhang Kun's eyes even from dozens of feet away.
When the other party's threatening words reached his ears, he smiled instead of being surprised, with a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth, and said in a deep voice: "The rebels are rampant and unrepentant. Shen Gong camp is covered with arrows. How long can he block it? Shen Huo camp's Where are the people? They haven’t come over yet…”
He reached out from the crenel at the top of the wall and picked up a large red lacquer bow. He held it in his hand, stretched his arms lightly, and drew the bow like a full moon.
Buzz…
An arrow shot towards Zhang Kun's chest like a shooting star. As the sword flashed, the arrow exploded and sawdust turned into powder.
"Okay, you're fine."
Zhang Kun was extremely angry.
Has this guy convinced me?
He vaguely understood that the city gatekeeper was not fulfilling his duty faithfully, but was deliberately targeting him.
That arrow just now was actually aimed at killing...
The momentum is strong and heavy, and the blood and energy are concentrated, so it has the power to kill the general.
The closer you get to the city gate, the denser the arrow rain becomes.
Wanting to rush forward and enter the city before the city gate is closed is simply a delusion.
"If that's the case, then it will be fulfilled for you."
Zhang Kun's eyes quietly turned bloodshot, and his aura suddenly changed.
"Promote, Liuhe Dao."
If you can't hit the arrows, it's because your sword skills are not good enough. You just need to improve your sword skills.
It is said that the top generals can brave the rain of arrows on the battlefield, protect people and horses, and charge into the formation to kill generals.
If others can do it, you can naturally do it too.
The sharp wind passed by, the light of the sword rippled like water, and it chopped away the black arrows. The further forward, the more laborious it became.
Memories suddenly poured into my mind like a torrent.
In an instant, my brain felt slightly swollen, my arms, shoulders and hips all shook together, and there was an inexplicable flow of power...
It seems that his body has become softer, and the long sword of hundred-refined steel in his hand has become much more nimble.
Ten years of refining swords, cutting trees, rocks, mountains and seas...
With one sword, he will fight all over the world. If the enemy is not calm, he will not put away his sword.
Endless heads of enemies to kill, endless blood of heroes...
I have a sword that can conquer a city!
With 4 points of dragon energy burning, the Liuhe Dao column in the attribute column quietly changed from "small success" to "big success".
What changes will occur after you become a master of swordsmanship?
Zhang Kun looked like he was smiling but not smiling, as if he was just waking up from a big dream.
The world in front of me suddenly became a little different.
Strength and agility and spirit are actually no different.
The only difference is the perspective and level of looking at the world.
He threw himself in front of him, and the sharp and sharp arrows seemed to have no more murderous intent.
It's just that the clouds on the other side and the wind on the riverside are so gentle and weak.
The arc drawn by the arrow feathers, the slight deflection of the disturbed air, the noisy wind around him, and the surging air... were all presented in his mind one by one.
No matter the incomprehensible rain of arrows coming one after another in front of me, I can't cope with the difficulties.
Like.
It's like a big web woven by one's own hands...
He can clearly see every node and the distribution of every trace of power. As long as he makes a slight move, the light of the sword will spread.
The rain of arrows separated like water waves and could not hurt me at all.
"The knife can't make a difference, but the cook can solve the problem of the ox."
Zhang Kun was deeply moved.
The state of great swordsmanship is the state of "no bull in the eyes, but there is a bull in the heart".
It is natural to use the knife as an eye.
All sword moves are no longer simple routines, and there is no need to deliberately pursue hand, eye, and body movements. Instead, the sword is released casually, and the power follows.
When you take action, you always attack its weak point, with the power of peeking into the air and cutting away the snare.
Regardless of whether the opponent is a human, an animal, or an inanimate object, Zhang Kun can directly defeat it with one strike.
Complete sword moves are no longer needed.
The move is in my heart and the knife is in my hand. It seems that I am waving it randomly, just cutting, slicing, crossing, and lifting. There is an indescribable beauty in the simple movement of the knife...
There is an incredible sense of harmony throughout the body.
It's hard to tell whether a person controls a knife or a knife controls a person.
It seems like it should be.
"Skills will not improve your physical fitness, but they can greatly improve your combat power and help you understand the essence of combat..."
