Zhang Chonghua must be angry and roaring like a wild lion.
A palm fell down, and the strong man opened the mountain.
Not only did his palms swell, with blood veins and veins bulging out, but one of his right arms also swelled as thick as a pillar. Pressed by the rumble of the wind, the wind from his palm had already shattered Zhang Kun's clothes.
As long as this palm is placed firmly, the root of the palm is like a seal, it will definitely carve a big hole diagonally into Zhang Kun's chest and heart.
In fact, this is not an illusion.
Zhang Kun has clearly sensed the other party's energy and suppression of his mind.
A force of both strength and softness wrapped around the palm of his hand. With just a moment of induction, he understood that this move was actually unstoppable.
The opponent broke out first.
Zhang Chonghua's original strength level was around fifty, which was only a small amount higher than his own physical strength of 46 points and nearly a thousand kilograms of strength. When you use the two boxing skills to perfectly break the limit, you can even out or even suppress the opponent's power.
As for the exquisite boxing skills and the high level of boxing intention, Zhang Kun, who has practiced both boxing skills and has also practiced to a very high level, thinks he is no weaker than his opponent.
The root of everything is actually Zhang Chonghua, who only practiced one boxing technique and received not much blessing.
However, when Zhang Chonghua used the method of combining hardness and softness to see directly into the realm of transformation, coupled with the explosion of residual blood, it was a desperate move.
His power truly reached the master level in a short period of time...
This move is entangled with hard and soft power, and its power is greatly increased, making it difficult to prevent and dodge.
This was his real confidence to directly invite the battle and personally avenge the murder of his disciples.
The master's last move was to make the world peaceful... The people around him sighed, exclaimed, felt sad, or were proud. Some people even turned their heads and closed their eyes, unable to bear to watch any more.
But standing in the row closest to the ring, the two women had very strange expressions.
Li Xiaowan's eyes were still bright, his expression didn't change much, and he looked slightly cold. If you pay careful attention, you can find that her left hand, which habitually holds a silver needle, is trembling slightly...
The silver needle fell silently and disappeared into the dust, never to be found again.
As for Wang Jingya, her eyebrows were as straight as a knife and her eyes were fierce.
She clenched her fists tightly, the muscles in her arms exploded, and her figure was like a female leopard ready to go...
I wish I could rush to the ring and compete head-on with that hunchbacked lion.
Da Dao Wang Wu slowly squinted his eyes and took a deep breath.
There was a look of reluctance on his face.
The joy on the faces of the bodyguards and bodyguards was in stark contrast to the friends on the opposite side.
'Some people are proud, some are frustrated, it's a pity, it's a pity...'
Mr. Yuanda stared blankly at the scene on the stage and murmured to himself: "I told you to run away quickly, but you didn't even listen."
He was not optimistic that Zhang Kun could escape alive in this situation.
You can be proud of yourself by forcing the old lion to the point of bursting out of his heart and using all your strength.
Huh……
This is?
A sigh was still lingering in his throat.
Mr. Yuanda's eyes widened.
There was another change on the stage.
Zhang Chonghua's palm fell, and the momentum of the strike was almost exhausted, but it still failed to achieve any success.
One palm can level the world.
The world is at peace...
What if the enemy is underground?
At this time, Zhang Chonghua felt in a dilemma...
He found that as soon as he reached the end of his hand, the sense of distance that he would never have experienced suddenly appeared.
It was clear that the edge of the palm was only a few inches away from being fully implemented, but the space seemed to be stretched infinitely... Not only that, his attack also became slow motion, while the opponent's movements suddenly accelerated, and time was confused in an instant.
Zhang Kun's body collapsed infinitely under the edge of his palm, until it was close to the stone ground, as if it had turned into a thin piece of paper.
I can't lock my mind, and my palms can't cover it...
His hands were slippery and his body was twisting, like a strange python turning over.
At the same time, a clear sound sounded...
Like a knife whistling, like a dragon roaring, the bones inside Zhang Kun's body collided, making strange sounds.
The legs rise and fall, and the spine moves like a dragon.
One by one, the trapped dragon rises to the sky.
Zhang Kun's eyes were filled with blood, and he used his hand as a knife and his arm as a handle... he moved around, dragging and moving quickly against the ground.
Suddenly, he escaped from Zhang Chonghua's palm, and a cold light shone on the edge of his palm, cutting through the air and making a booming sound.
Hiss...
Everyone's eyes were dazzled when they saw a figure, as pale as blue smoke, passing by Zhang Chonghua, who was old at all.
There was a faint flash of blood.
…
Zhang Chonghua pressed his palm to the ground.
The stone was smashed into a deep pit by the heel of his palm.
Debris flew.
Whispering like an arrow...
His figure froze on the spot, his face seemed to be smiling or crying, and the look of shock and fear remained in his eyes, which never dissipated for a long time.
On the left side of his neck, there was a long knife mark, like a child's open mouth that could not be closed.
The blood gurgled like a boiling spring, dripping to the ground.
"Good knife!"
Zhang Chonghua praised loudly.
Zhang Kun stood with his back turned, slowly straightened his body, flicked his fingers to remove the blood beads on the edge of his palm, turned around, cupped his hands, and said coldly: "I accept."
At a level invisible to others, he could clearly see nine rays of golden light sinking into his eyebrows little by little.
'It's not easy. I finally gathered the dragon energy to advance to the level of marrow cleansing. Now I have 34 points. Two more points are just enough to deal with the crisis. '
Zhang Kun was not very happy about the victory, nor was he too excited.
The challenge before us is just a small wave on the road of life.
It is a small pebble on the road ahead.
No matter who stands in front of you, just kick him away.
He doesn't think Zhang Chonghua is a bad person... but his reputation is a bit too loud. He is one of the three leaders of the Huiyou Escort Agency and is a famous senior expert.
His downfall witnessed his own rise... Of course, there will be feelings of admiration, envy, and worship coming from all directions.
Not out of resentment.
…
boom……
Zhang Chonghua fell headlong into a pool of blood and never moved again.
"Master."
"Third Master!"
The audience was silent for a moment, then suddenly there was a shocking scream.
Several people roared miserably and rushed onto the ring.
Obviously, the escorts from Huiyou Escort Agency could not believe the ending in front of them, and did not want to accept it...
Someone helped Zhang Chonghua's hunchbacked and burly body, with tears in his eyes.
Someone held a knife and gun in his hand and stared at the expressionless Zhang Kun on the stage with murderous intent.
"Quiet, everyone."
Li Mingrun jumped onto the stage, looked at the corpse of his third junior brother with a heavy look, his voice was hoarse, and he said in a deep voice: "My skills are inferior to others, and my friends will admit defeat... From now on, we will never ask about the murder of Wei Qingshan and Chen Fengming. The past grudges have been wiped away, let's go." .”
After saying that, he picked up Zhang Chonghua, took his bodyguards with him, turned around and left with a huff.
From the beginning to the end, he never looked at Zhang Kun again, nor at the other escorts at Yuanshun Escort Agency. He was obviously extremely aggrieved and hurt.
He obviously wanted to establish his authority, but was slapped in the face.
He didn't have the face to say anything more.
I don't even want to see the victorious attitude of Yuanshun Escort Agency.
…
"The sword is like a swimming dragon. One strike can divide life and death. It is both mad and fierce. It is indeed worthy of the name of the mad sword."
Only then did Mr. Yuanda sigh.
Walked to the stage and looked around.
"There is no need to announce it. My friends Zhang Chonghua and Yuanshun Zhang Kun had a life-and-death fight. Yuanshun Zhang Kun was superior in skills and won the championship. It is really sad that Zhang Chonghua and Master Zhang passed away. In view of this, if all colleagues have It’s better to keep the life-and-death fight to a minimum. If anything happens, let’s sit down and talk about it. Harmony breeds wealth, and harmony breeds wealth.”
Mr. Yuanda said a few words, but seemed to find them uninteresting and hurriedly left the stage.
The crowd refused to disperse for a long time. Even though all the members and people from the Yuanshun Escort Agency had dispersed, there were still many people talking about the dangerous and short battle before.
That wonderful and perfect boxing technique, and the battle between fist, knife and intention.
The name of Zhang Kun has stepped on the camel lion Zhang Chonghua and reached a higher level.
From that day on, no one dared or wanted to treat him as a weakling.
The hidden bounty may not have been withdrawn yet, but there are not many fools willing to take the initiative to seek his bad luck...
Everyone knows that if you go there, you will die.
…
"do you understand?"
Yang Wenzhong stood far away, shaking his head repeatedly.
He was regretting that the hero Zhang Chonghua, the camel lion, was approaching his twilight years, but he could not save his life and even lost his life.
In those days of bloody chaos, I traveled all over the country, got through many traps and conspiracies, and killed many criminal thieves...
Old, old.
But because he underestimated a younger generation, he wasted his own life.
"Uncle Master wants to tell me that you should never be arrogant and be cautious at all times. No matter how weak your opponent seems to be, it is very likely that he is a tiger pretending to be a pig."
Wang Zhiping scratched his head and laughed, "I won't be careless. Anyone who dares to attack me will be his lifelong enemy. When a lion fights a rabbit, you should go all out. I already understood this when I was six years old."
"No, I'm not worried about your attitude towards the enemy... I mean, did you understand Zhang Kun's last stab?"
"Is that a sword technique? Why does it look like a palm technique to me?"
When Wang Zhiping heard this, he realized something was wrong.
"It's not a bad idea to say that it's a palm technique. You use your body as a sword and your palm as a sword. The human and sword merge into one, and the sword's intention is blessed. You don't understand this realm now. You have to practice your sword skills well, and you can't just know how to do it brutally. Bullying others..."
"So that's it. Let me just say that. Even looking at it from a distance, there is a very dangerous feeling. It turns out to be the sword's intention. In this way, he possesses the fist's intention and the sword's intention. Liuhe and Bagua are integrated into one. He can It is only natural to use dark energy cultivation to reverse the attack and transform the strength into a unified force of hardness and softness."
"Yes, state cultivation is very important, but cultivation is not everything...Practice is practice, and fighting is fighting. Just like Zhang Kun, let's not talk about his training for now, let's talk about this fighting method. It can be said that among young people, at least in the capital, he can be called unparalleled."
Yang Wenzhong was born in a scholarly family, he was also good at self-cultivation, and his swordsmanship was extremely powerful.
Moreover, he has an introverted personality and never talks too fully when he comments on people in the world...
At this time, Zhang Kun was praised highly, saying that his boxing skills and sword skills were unparalleled, which was the first time he had ever done so.
"I know, I know, my uncle is saying that my playing style is still a little behind, right? It doesn't matter, I'm still young, I can practice slowly, and one day I will be successful."
"Zhang Kun is younger than you."
Yang Wenzhong said lightly.
"Well……"
Wang Zhiping was speechless and argued: "Then no one can match Zhang Kun at this age? I don't think he has three heads and six arms, he just practices a little faster."
"Yes, there is one, maybe more than one."
"who?"
Wang Zhiping became interested. He was not unconvinced, but he was just used to making excuses. He still admired Zhang Kun in his heart.
Not only did he admire his conduct as a person, but he also admired his martial arts.
When I heard that there was someone comparable to Zhang Kun, who at such a young age could defeat famous martial arts masters and defeat enemies in adversity, he looked a little surprised.
Even one such person is too many, but if there are a few more, then it’s okay.
"Sun Lutang..."
Yang Wenzhong had a strange look in his eyes, and with difficulty he came up with three words: "Back then, when he was still in his teens, he had already reached the peak of his dark strength. He integrated the essence of the three martial arts, challenged him everywhere, and beat the famous masters to the point where they couldn't hold their heads up."
"Tiger-headed Shaobao, the best in the world?"
Wang Zhiping opened his mouth, but couldn't say any more.
Okay, this guy really didn't get it right.
Now he is in his prime, busy traveling all over the country, testing the world with boxing, and has the hope of becoming a god through martial arts.
His cultivation level is already somewhat incomprehensible.
"Then...where is the other person?"
"It's hard to say this person. I think everyone underestimates him. Although he only practices in one family, he has practiced to perfection, from the outside back to the inside, and has reached the pinnacle. The name of the magic gun should be spread throughout the world in the near future. "
"You mean, Senior Master Li Xuwen, the master of Baji and the sharpshooter? Don't tell me, this guy is really similar to Zhang Kun. He tests the world with his spear and is ruthless. He was so strong when he was young?"
"Of course it's strong."
Yang Wenzhong glanced at his nephew in annoyance and taught him carefully: "If he wasn't strong, how could he still be alive and well after taking so many lives under his big gun? Even though everyone said he was not good and that he was not good here. , something is wrong. But, in more than ten years, has anyone survived under his gun?"
This is the truth.
The murderous intent was so strong that no one dared to take revenge and could only endure it for the rest of his life.
He even killed others so much that they could only tarnish their reputation behind their backs and did not dare to confront them head-on.
Thinking about it this way, Li Xuwen is actually more dangerous than Sun Lutang.
Because everyone knows that Sun Lutang is powerful and will not provoke him.
As for Li Xuwen, no one knew how powerful he was. It was already too late by the time he found out that he was not easy to get along with.
Those who smear him are very deceptive when you think about it.
Isn't this a portrayal of Zhang Kun's current situation?
Smear it, you keep smearing it...
Only when he kills someone and flows into a river of blood will he regret it.
"My strength is far from enough. The heroes in the world are like stars. When can I compete with those top masters?"
Wang Zhiping was secretly vigilant and had a sense of crisis.
"Uncle Master, I have decided."
"What?"
"Tonight, I will eat two more bowls of rice..."
"Go to hell."
Yang Wenzhong laughed and scolded him and ignored him.
In fact, don't worry about him.
There's not much else to say about this nephew, but his appetite is definitely something few others can match.
Now nineteen years old, he already has the strength of over a thousand pounds. As he eats and practices every day, his strength is still increasing, as if there is no end to it.
Being a rice bucket also has the benefits of being a rice bucket.
'I'm really curious. When he reaches great strength and makes another breakthrough in cultivation, how strong will his strength be? As the saying goes, one force can defeat ten martial arts... With this power, he will have a place in the world of martial arts. '
…
The third floor of Taihe Building.
Some rejoiced, some mourned.
There were obviously more sounds of wailing and crying.
This is the person who makes the bet, paying for their choice.
Most people chose Zhang Chonghua, the camel lion who was more famous and had stronger cultivation. Few people would bet on the young Crazy Sword Zhang Kun... Although not everyone would lose everything, greed has always been the only way to lose everything.
Andre swallowed the last piece of mutton head meat with some disgust, spit out a mouth full of bone residue, and stood up.
There was some disappointment in his eyes and he muttered.
"It's boring, so boring. Jumping around, dodging, these oriental monkeys don't look good at all, they don't have the passion to punch hard..."
Andre was extremely tall, more than two meters tall, and he was no big deal even when sitting. Now he stood up, his muscles all over his body were surging, and his muscles were crawling on his body like earthworms, which was shocking.
The waiter serving soup hurried past, and with a cold glance, he saw a huge mountain, copper-like muscles, and bursting veins and blood vessels. I was so frightened that the soup pot in my hand spilled.
The soup splashed down and splashed onto Andre's shiny black leather shoes, which were red and black. There were also large stains on his snow-white trousers.
Andre looked down and became furious.
"Are you blind?"
When the boy saw that he was in trouble, he was so frightened that he came to his senses after being scolded. He quickly lay on the ground and kowtowed, "Uncle Yang, please calm down. Uncle Yang, please calm down. I didn't mean it. I'll help you clean it up." …”
"Bang..."
The boy's face was covered with tears and snot, and he was so frightened that his head exploded before he could finish a sentence.
Blood, water and bone stubble spurted backwards, several businessmen fell to the ground in panic, and there was a scream from upstairs.
Andre retracted his right leg that kicked the guy's head off, patted the stained trouser leg, and still cursed to himself: "Something like an insect..."
He still couldn't get over his anger after scolding him. He looked around fiercely and picked up the iron pot that fell on the ground. He twisted his hands, kneaded it a few times, formed it into an iron ball, threw it away, and then turned around and left.
"Lord Andre, are you going back to the port?"
"Return to what? Although there are some uncivilized monkeys here, and everything is dirty and broken, the women are still good. By the way, go ask Mrs. Rich, when can I send some of the sparring partners she prepared for me? Come here? Also, the potion is almost used up, please hurry up."
The interpreter had a bitter look on his face and quietly wiped the sweat from his head. He thought to himself, your sparring partner is used up too quickly, and the priest will probably not agree to it. However, there is no shortage of potions. It is best to take more until your blood vessels explode.
I can only think about this in my heart and interpret a series of responses.
Just prepared to deal with it casually.
Andre suddenly stopped, turned to look at the towering stage, and suddenly said: "The yellow-skinned monkey earlier looked very flexible and should be more durable. Maybe he can take two more punches from me... Isn’t the Priest Ti cooperating with Qing Guo? Let him coordinate and let’s do it.”
"this……"
The interpreter was immediately dumbfounded and held a few seconds of silence for the young man who had previously competed on the ring.
"Please rest assured, Lord Andre, I will definitely handle this matter well."
After all, he still couldn't bear to part with this well-paid job.
There are too many people in Qing Country, so if a few die, it is not a big deal. Serving the benefactor well is the right thing to do.
…
... There was deathly silence in Taihe Restaurant. It took a long time before anyone spoke.
"This guy is so disrespectful. He actually offended a foreigner. I say he deserves to die."
"Yes, yes, I was so scared that I almost got sick. Report it to the officials quickly. People have been beaten to death here. Can't they be left alone?" Someone said from the side.
"Who dares to take care of the foreign master's affairs? Consider yourself unlucky...it's too late for the patrol camp to hide away."
There was a denunciation in the restaurant, and the shopkeeper was also full of anger. He yelled and ordered the waiter to be dragged out and dug a hole to bury him, so as not to affect the gentleman's appetite.
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