The force of the stick stirred up strong winds and huge waves, and a thin young man, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, wearing golden armor and a pheasant tail crown, surrounded Zhang Kun.
Amidst the sharp roar, a stick fell, like a landslide.
"Is this the Golden Monkey?"
Zhang Kunchu felt that it was an eye-opener.
Of course he didn't want to stay in the palace overnight.
When I was chasing Cui Yuming before, I was not in a hurry to kill him with all my strength... It was not until I chased into the inner city and entered the imperial city that I killed Cui Yuming on the spot in the Yangxin Hall.
In front of thousands of people, in front of those masters who were spying secretly, he killed the second manager in the palace.
What is this called? This is called knocking the mountain and shaking the tiger.
Kill people and kill your heart.
To put it bluntly, it is to establish prestige.
We are barefoot and you wear shoes.
If you are not afraid of death, come and have a chance.
The reason why he is so arrogant and arrogant is because he has no choice but to rush into the market.
Due to a combination of circumstances, Zhang Kun was forced to carry out this heart-breaking plan step by step.
He has now basically figured out the far-reaching impact of the massacre of Li Xiaowan's family.
Also, the incident involving the child in Green Willow Village caused great damage to the reputation of the old lady in the palace.
He turned out to be the first, sharpest, and easiest knife to break.
It is conceivable that Cui Yuming's interception will not be the last, nor will it be the strongest.
All high-ranking people have one thing in common, that is, they cannot tolerate any disobedience.
Not to mention having someone step on her nose and make Raya pee.
If Zhang Kun doesn't die, some people will definitely feel very uncomfortable.
Therefore, it basically makes no difference to Zhang Kun whether to kill Chen Fengming as the head catcher, or whether to kill Cui Yuming and the city gate official.
Anyway, it’s a needle in the eye and a thorn in the flesh, isn’t it?
Then it would be better to blow things off completely and make a big fuss.
The beating made everyone fearful and shrink their necks.
Anyone who really wants to deal with himself must have a bloody consciousness.
At that time, you will be safe.
No longer do we have to go through the days of being on guard day and night.
Of course, want to do this.
There is still one more level to pass.
Zhang Kun had already been mentally prepared.
When the golden shadow fluttered like the wind and the stick fell from the sky, his heart was as calm as a flat lake, with no sadness, no joy, no worries and no fear.
Even if this is a deep palace garden, even if there is a mountain of troops not far away.
so what?
I have one sword for myself.
The world is full of possibilities.
After blocking thirty-six sticks in a row, Zhang Kun's legs had already sunk into the granite floor, up to his knees...
Traces of spider webs split open on the spot and spread out on the ground of the square, which was shocking.
The thin and short figure was still in mid-air. When his strength was about to be exhausted, he had already put away his stick.
Pull out a few stick flowers, do a somersault upside down, and settle down without being surprised.
He reached forward with his stick, and his eyes showed surprise: "It turns out to be the Blood-Eyed Crazy Sword... You were ranked among the top four talents in the capital, as famous as me. I thought it was just a random joke by ignorant people. Now it seems that is not the case. "
He tapped the tip of the stick lightly, and the gold-encrusted eyebrow-level stick as thick as a baby's fist suddenly trembled.
The head of the stick is rounded and buzzing.
Obviously he is accumulating strength...
The next blow was extraordinary.
"You're not bad either. Gong Hou's reputation has long been known to my ears. I heard that he also served as the leader of the guard beside the emperor. He is already a high-ranking official and well-paid at a young age, and he has an amazing talent."
Flames danced slightly in Zhang Kun's eyes, and he praised softly: "If you want to keep me, this stick technique alone is not enough. Although your stick is strong and powerful, it can't penetrate my unbreakable sword." net."
Received thirty-six sticks.
Zhang Kun also had some understanding of Gong Baosen's power and speed.
The opponent held a heavy weapon in his hand and waved it like straw. His body was obviously well-trained and his bones were as strong as fine steel.
Although she looks thin, she has divine power inside...
A stick swung down has the force of a thousand kilograms, and most people will lose it just by touching it.
What's even more amazing is that this guy has not only made great achievements in strength training, but also practiced body and footwork, taking the path of all-round development.
The figure is vertically high and low, like the reincarnation of a monkey. Even in mid-air, afterimages can be shaken out.
The body of the stick can be twisted at will, and the head of the stick can be pointed in any direction and shot from any angle.
No matter how awkward or uncomfortable the angle is when the stick is drawn, it can still exert a powerful force...
It can be said that the stick is as strong as a mountain and the leap is like the wind.
A master of this level of strength would basically not be able to kill him without five or six quick shooters blocking him in a small environment and shooting.
Emperor Guangxu chose this person to be the leader of the imperial guard, and he could be regarded as a wise man.
No wonder he dared to step forward and take action alone without calling for help.
'This is looking down on me. '
Zhang Kun grinned, stretched his left arm forward, and waved: "Come on, Gong Monkey, your name is the Golden Monkey, and you are ranked first among the four talents. I am not convinced. Whatever skills you have, use them all." .”
"Okay, when it comes to bravery and bravery, you are number one in the capital."
A smile spread across Gong Baosen's lips, his eyes became sharp and murderous, his body's energy and blood flowed loudly, and his aura suddenly increased.
"Just take my Qingtian stick!"
He shouted sharply and dived forward, dragging the tail of the stick backwards.
My feet were confused, I was swooping left and right...
In an instant, he threw himself seven feet in front of Zhang Kun.
A heavy step...
As the masonry exploded, the thin figure suddenly leaped into the sky like a cloud and mist.
In mid-air, he leaned back and bent into an arch shape. He held the stick behind the head with both hands and knocked the stick head down with a thud.
When this stick was released, it first had overlapping stick shadows, and it hit an unknown direction, covering a three-foot radius around Zhang Kun's body.
When it was about to fall, dozens of stick shadows turned into one stick, causing thunderous booms and ripples in the air.
"Good stick technique."
He felt the strong wind surrounding his body as if it were substantial, preventing him from dodging in all directions.
At the same time, the stick is approaching, as if it has a locking function. No matter where you dodge, you can't escape the stick's blow.
Zhang Kun admired in his heart, but he was also used to the unscientific martial arts of this era.
Martial arts are achieved by fighting, not practicing.
The murderous intention is hidden, the mind is mixed, and the energy is gathered in every move, every move is a dead hand.
The power of the mind can not only intimidate opponents and turn illusion into reality; it can also be used to add invisible power to weapons, fists and feet.
As a result, there are many incredible uses.
This is something that people who only practice strength and speed and only know how to compete in competitions will never understand.
The same strength, the same speed, the same exquisite boxing skills, whether there is instillation from the heart, whether there is the determination to tear the opponent to pieces and break the world, the difference is huge.
God is, wills, and I am.
At this moment, the moves are actually not that important.
What matters is the competition between strength and speed, heart and mind.
Zhang Kun took a deep breath. Not only did his chest not bulge, but it sunk deeply.
The mind is like a flat lake, reflecting the heavy sticks like mountains... The long knife in the hand is like a fish jumping out of the water, turning into a snake or a swimming dragon.
Although it looks slow, it is actually indescribably fast.
The sword's light flashed slightly, and it had already struck the head of the stick.
The blade changed thirteen times in an instant, cutting across, cutting sideways, protruding outwards, teasing inwards...
There seemed to be a bright mirror in his heart, and he could clearly see every ounce of strength and weakness in Gong Baosen's heavy stick posture.
The movement of the knife is like a cook undressing a cow. There is no whole cow, only tendons, bones and flesh.
When Gong Baosen knocked down the stick, it felt like the sky was falling. When the stick fell, it was as limp as a dead snake.
He seemed to have driven a stick into the quagmire, into the void, without any sense of reality.
"not good."
Such sword skills are almost Taoist.
It goes without saying that Gong Baosen was the head of both families and had the guidance of a famous teacher day and night. He had a wide range of knowledge.
The head of his own stick was knocked off, and his power was actually useless. The opponent's sword was restrained and almost non-existent, but it contained infinite murderous intent, and it was obvious that the consequences were endless.
At this time, there is absolutely no way to retreat, so we can only use offense instead of defense to fight for a glimmer of hope.
As soon as he thought of this, before his body landed on the ground, while he was still in mid-air, he let go of his stick and shrank down to hide...
Using force on the waist and abdomen, while using claws to claw at the head and face, both knees thrust out like electricity.
The old ape hangs the seal.
This posture is like a spiritual ape climbing a mountain, turning from beating to entangling. When you are close, your whole body is covered with weapons.
If you lose your weapon, the opponent's sword will definitely be useless. At this time, the body was in a head-on collision, and the whole body's strength was concentrated on the knees, with a force of more than 1,000 or 2,000 kilograms...
Through inertial impact, the power is endless.
No matter how strong the opponent is, they cannot withstand such killing moves.
Zhang Kun's left eyebrow jumped wildly.
The opponent changes his moves extremely quickly, and his attacks are agile. When he gets close, it's like kissing him. He's like a piece of candy. It's difficult to parry.
However, all of Gongbao Mori's moves are all in a fierce and violent way, interpreting the all-conquering attack concept to the extreme, which is not impossible to deal with.
After the Dark Strength Yijin is completed, the strength can be strong or soft.
When it is strong, it is like a fine steel blade, and when it is gentle, it is like gentle wind and drizzle. The technique of using force to exert force comes from instinct.
Zhang Kun's strength was already on par with Gong Baosen's, but he didn't want to fight head-on.
At this moment, he released the handle of the knife and lowered his arm, turning it into an iron lock blocking the river. It was tough, thick, yet soft and soft.
His shoulders sank and his hips relaxed, his whole body twisted into a knot, and he suddenly exerted force.
Gong Baosen gathered his strength to press his knees, as if he were pressing against a slippery mountain. Before the force penetrated Zhang Kun's chest, his body involuntarily slid to the left.
He was shocked. Before he could change his moves again, he saw a palm protruding from his arms...
A palm lifted up to the sky, resting heavily on his chin.
puff……
Bloody water splashed outwards with seven or eight broken teeth sandwiched between them.
Gong Baosen's vision turned black, and his figure was already flying like a cloud, spinning and falling.
He fell straight seven or eight feet away and fell to the ground, throwing up traces of dust.
"Old Yuan Hanging Seal, you have to look back. If you don't look back, aren't you going to give me a beating?"
Zhang Kun chuckled and stepped forward, with a bit of coldness in his eyes.
Speaking of this, the leader of the royal guard will also have a very good reputation in the future.
However, at this time, we are in a state of hostility. If we want to kill the enemy to make them frightened and beat the world to the point of surrender, naturally we cannot talk about being merciful.
