The reason why Ye Yinzhang shouted to stop was not because the environment here was not good.
Instead he saw a sword, a knife.
The sword was broken and the blade had been bent into a ring.
At the same time, you can still see that there are scattered blood stains on the dry land, which is somewhat different from the black blood pool in the big yard.
This blood is fresh.
"It's Cheng'er's sword and Yuying's sword. Something happened to the two of them."
Ye Yinzhang's voice was full of suppressed anger, with a hint of panic.
However, Liu Changhe unsheathed his swords and said in a cold voice: "This is right here. The battle must have just happened not long ago and they haven't evacuated yet. Everyone spread out and go up quietly. It's important to save people."
After speaking, he took the lead and moved forward.
"wrong!"
Zhang Kun raised his eyebrows and his heart beat rapidly.
He felt uncomfortable all over his body, as if there was some huge crisis approaching, and he suddenly shouted, "Get down!"
At the same time as the voice came out, he himself seemed to be blown by the strong wind, falling forward suddenly, running fast on the ground...
Like a snake, like a raccoon, he covered a distance of more than ten feet in a few steps and reached the foot of the wall.
In my ears, I heard a huge gunshot like popping beans.
The fire shines brightly and lights up the night sky.
Looking back, he saw that most of the group of people who came with him had already fallen down immediately.
In particular, several escorts from the Yuanshun Escort Bureau, including Wang Jingya, heard the order and threw themselves into the mud, blood and dust without even thinking.
The bullets "Xiu Xiu" passed over their bodies, but no one was hurt.
However, among the Yang family's guards and some men from Xiao Dao Hui, seven or eight of them failed to react and fell a little slower. Blood spattered on his body, and he fell to the ground twitching.
Zhou Changhe, who was at the forefront, only ran a few steps. He was shot in the shoulder as if he was hit by a heavy hammer. He fell to the ground crookedly and cursed angrily, "What a good thief, there is an ambush."
Ye Yinzhang was lying on the ground, his chest full of anger, and he shouted a warning: "It's the Imperial Guards and the incense burners. They have joined forces. Set up a shield. Where is the shield? Follow me and kill them."
His voice was shrill and hoarse. It was obvious that the sudden wave of gunshots had caused heavy casualties to Xiao Dao Hui and left him stunned.
"Haha, you can't find anything even if you wear iron shoes. It takes no effort to get here. Little Knife Club. It's the end of the world for you rebels."
A rough voice sounded.
The fire was bright in the courtyard, and a fat general wearing a helmet was seen standing in the courtyard with the open door. Next to him stood an old Taoist priest with white beard and hair and a rosy complexion. Above and below the fence, and in the middle of the courtyard, there were gunmen in various colors standing.
Some pulled the bolt and aimed again.
Some are still using strips to fill...
Amid the smoke, the next round of attacks was about to be launched.
'The Imperial Guards use foreign guns, and the Red Lotus Society uses old-fashioned equipment from the Qing army, carrying guns...'
There are also archers and swordsmen.
Zhang Kun leaned against the wall, leaning on his back muscles and elbows, squeezing his thighs, and squirmed up the wall.
With a quick glance, he could clearly see the defenses within the courtyard.
There was a sneer in my heart.
He did not draw his sword, but climbed onto the wall. With a shake of his hands, two revolvers appeared in his hands.
The body half-turned, the muzzle moved, bang bang bang...
Bullets as dense as a torrential rain fell in a fan shape in front of him.
Amid the buzzing sound of the wheel, the bullets locked on the gunman's head up and down the courtyard wall like a death-dealing grim reaper.
In just two breaths, he fired twelve bullets from both guns.
Standing on the wall, without moving his feet, twelve guardsmen wearing light armor and holding foreign guns fell in front of him.
"Push forward, don't stop, Zhang Kun has succeeded."
Outside, the first person to react was Wang Jingya. She was holding two eight-edged purple gold hammers and rushing forward like a female leopard...
I don't know what she was thinking, but she didn't attack the open area of the main door. Instead, she found the weak point of the wall and struck out with a hammer, causing the wall to collapse.
Wang Jingya jumped up, swung her hammers slightly, and hit the two fallen sergeants, bending their bodies and flying upside down.
Behind her, several people were killing with swords rolling.
Ye Yinzhang was dazzled by what he saw, and was secretly annoyed, thinking that he couldn't even compare to a girl, and his life had been in vain all these years.
He shouted sternly: "Follow me."
The sharp light in his hand shot out like a torrential rain, heading straight for the main entrance.
There was a cry of killing behind him.
After Zhang Kun fired twelve bullets, he shook his hands heavily and the runner popped out. Two more loaders slid out of the palms of his hands. He loaded the right pistol with his left hand and pressed the runner of the left gun with his right hand.
This gun is easy to use, but it is too troublesome and the procedures are too cumbersome. It takes two or three breaths to load a bullet.
At this time, when encountering a master, he could cut dozens of knives and run nearly a hundred meters.
Zhang Kun looked around coldly, controlling the situation and attacking first wherever he saw the greatest threat.
He thought carefully, but the old Taoist priest over there had long realized something was wrong.
A strong wind blew up from his body, and when he rushed forward, he shouted arrogantly: "It's Zhang Kun, the Blood-Eyed Crazy Sword, we can't let him load bullets, command Kazambu, we will surround and kill him... Hurry, otherwise we will..." Bad thing."
His voice was tense and anxious, slightly panicked.
Obviously, he didn't expect Zhang Kun to be here.
The capital city is only so big. As the Venerable Lotus Heart of Lao Jianghu, how could he not know what is happening these days.
He knew that although this Crazy Sword looked young, he had already broken through the palace, and even survived a battle with Grandmaster Yin Fu.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, in a life-and-death struggle, he used his palms and fists to kill Zhang Chonghua, a top master of the Huiyou Escort Bureau.
This is a real achievement that no one can underestimate.
Moreover, during the battle at Green Willow Villa that day, he witnessed with his own eyes the accuracy of Zhang Kun's short rifle shooting.
At this time, how dare you stand there and take care of yourself?
Watching the opponent load bullets... or preparing to complete, and another round of shooting, he may be able to dodge or block, but these subordinates may be almost killed by the opponent alone.
"Wudaxiangtang, come with me."
As he spoke, the one-horned bronze figure in his hand was blown down by the strong wind. While it collapsed the wall, the bronze figure turned around, whistling, and swept across Zhang Kun's head.
Boom...
The sword shines like a waterfall.
Amidst the flying sparks, Zhang Kun swayed slightly and immediately stood firm. However, Venerable Lianxin leaned back, unable to control his movements, and dragged out two long marks, retreating seven or eight meters away.
Then, before his eyes, he saw the bright sword shining like the waves of a long river.
Three of the five incense masters who followed him in the attack were already lying in a pool of blood.
One person had his head cut off, two had their waists broken...
The remaining two people were so horrified that they rolled and crawled without daring to rush forward again.
'Would you rather fight hard and block heavy weapons with light weapons, or kill my incense master first? '
Just after fighting this one blow and destroying his accumulated strength, Venerable Lianxin already felt bad in his heart.
It was obvious that the one-legged bronze man in his hand was powerful and heavy, and the exercises he practiced were to increase his strength and strengthen his body, but he still fell behind in the head-on fight.
'How powerful is he? '
"King Ming's dharma body subdues demons and kills demons..."
The old Taoist priest held the bronze figure in one hand, and with the other hand, he pointed his fingers parallelly into a sword, between his eyebrows, and stepped lightly on the ground.
A mysterious energy emerged from his body, and there was a faint golden light.
"Am I a devil or a monster?"
Zhang Kun was so angry that he laughed, and took another step forward, crossing three feet in one step, and the sword light fell like a drill.
At this moment, he and his sword are united into one, the sword is the person, the person is the sword, and the sword intention is everywhere in his hand...
Although the old Taoist priest looked weird, he didn't take it to heart at all. Nothing could stop him wherever his heart went.
Chi...
The light of the snow-like sword was scattered and erratic, and it opened the bronze man and attacked wildly, slashing diagonally at the side of the old Taoist priest's neck and chest. He slashed three times in a row, making a dull sound.
Where blood spattered, the old Taoist priest fell down, but ran towards the backyard without looking back.
"The wind is tight, pull!"
Good guy.
Zhang Kun succeeded in striking the old Taoist priest three times in succession, fully expecting to behead his opponent and kill his opponent on the spot.
But I didn't expect that it would be infinitely flexible just like cutting on reinforced concrete.
These several knives he used, with a cutting force of several hundred kilograms or even a thousand kilograms, only cut through the opponent's skin and flesh, not even the bones.
Although the opponent was injured, he was still alive and well, with not much blood flowing out, and he could still run back crazily.
From the cracks in the tattered Taoist robe, one can see that the old Taoist priest's skin is glowing with a dull golden light, as delicate as gold and jade.
"What kind of physical training technique is this? It doesn't look like a divine fighting technique. Is there really any kind of Mingwang Dharma Body?" Zhang Kun's heart was burning, and he stared at the old Taoist priest.
One foot landed, and the dust flew to the ground. Then it was as light as nothing, and it ran fast against the ground.
His figure passed by the side of Commander Kazambu, who was fighting fiercely with Wang Jingya. His sword flowed over like water and chopped off the opponent's head. He turned slightly and chased towards the old man in the backyard.
"Kill the gunman first and leave one alive. It's important to save others."
Zhang Kun hurriedly said a word and followed the old Taoist priest into the backyard.
There are Ye Yinzhang and Wang Jingya outside, who can be regarded as two great dark boxers.
The gunmen were disrupted by him and moved closer to him, so the threat was no longer too great.
Especially, after he killed several masters in a row and defeated the old Taoist priests, although the Red Lotus Society and the Imperial Forbidden Army still seemed to have a large number of people, the situation was over and they could not afford to cause any trouble.
The key question is that at this critical moment, the old Taoist priest did not run away, but instead rushed in. He must have had his reasons.
It is very likely that Li Sicheng and Ye Yuying who were ambushed were detained here.
It is more likely that little girl Yang Ying was also captured here.
It happened not long ago and they probably didn't have time to move.
Under normal circumstances, seeing that the plan fails, you don't want to escape, but still resist.
Either he has a backhand to counterattack, or he has a trump card to save his life.
No matter what it is, Zhang Kun doesn't want to see it. He always believes that the enemy who lies down is the best enemy.
There are many dreams in the long nights, and cutting through the mess with a sharp knife is the best way to deal with it.
He chased the old Taoist priest Lian Xin with his front and back legs. When he saw the old Taoist priest entering a stone house, he turned around and closed the door.
Without thinking, Zhang Kun hooked his toes diagonally and lifted up a stone lock on the side of the road...
boom!
The stone lock was carried by the fierce wind, with a force exceeding a thousand kilograms, and hit the wooden door heavily.
Break down the door and get in.
A golden bronze head hit the stone lock, smashing the stone into several pieces. At the same time, a disappointed sigh sounded in the room.
Immediately afterwards, the old Taoist priest shouted sternly: "Zhang Kun, I know you are here to save people. If you don't want this house full of children to die here, you must swear an oath and let the old Taoist leave. Otherwise, we will all be destroyed. Don't say anything." No warning!"
Finally, the infamous Venerable Lotus Heart revealed his true face of being fierce and lustful.
Zhang Kun could hear the weakness in his words even though he was separated by a door.
He walked slowly to the door, his eyes as cold as ice.
My previous guess was correct.
This guy really kidnapped some of the children he rescued last time.
This is no longer a question of whether to do evil or not, but a matter of madness and lawlessness.
Zhang Kun even saw a young man holding a silver needle and a knife in his hand. The interior was neatly arranged, and among the dozen or so children, one had his chest cut open. There was a piece of cloth stuffed in the mouth, with fear in his eyes and a distorted face...
Bleeding, taking the heart, are you still making the potion?
Zhang Kun's body surged with frenzied murderous intent.
Are these demons really inexhaustible and endless...
Hell is empty and the devil is in the world.
Sure enough.
"Master!"
Suddenly, a young female voice sounded in the room, filled with despair and surprise.
Oops!
Zhang Kun's eyebrows jumped wildly.
That's Yang Ying.
He just deliberately didn't look in the direction where Yang Ying was tied up, just because he didn't want to attract the little guy's attention and expose any clues that would give the old Taoist priest an opportunity.
As a result, some situations cannot be avoided.
His arrival had a huge impact on little girl Yang Ying's soul.
As a result, the little guy couldn't control his emotions at all and blurted out "Master".
"Haha, go to hell."
Venerable Lianxin has been in the Jianghu for a long time, from Jiangnan to Jiangbei, and has escaped countless sieges. His combat experience is so rich that he can write an encyclopedia.
The sound hits the ears.
He reacted immediately.
He grabbed Yang Ying's right foot with his backhand, danced it into a semicircle with a roar, and smashed it towards Zhang Kun's head.
But his right hand was spinning and swiping the horned bronze man, dancing like the wind, whining and whistling, and smashed Zhang Kun's waist and ribs hard.
'It depends on whether you answer or not, whether you hide or not? '
The old Taoist priest is the master of both Buddhism and Taoism. Although he has not reached the level of energy transformation, his strength has not been combined with hardness and softness. But he has practiced a unique body-refining method, and has the blessing of a divine attack, so his combat power is actually not much weaker than ordinary energy-forming.
In particular, because he has been involved in trouble all year round, he has more combat experience than Grandmaster Huajin, and his ability to respond to situations on the spot is even more remarkable.
The battlefield cross hammer method was used at this time.
The vertical hammer in the left hand is used as a soldier; the horizontal hammer in the right hand is the real killing move.
If you hesitate, you will lose. He gave his opponent a choice. In fact, he had no choice...
Unless, Zhang Kun can ignore the little girl Yang Ying and cut her in two with a knife.
Otherwise, no matter how hard he turns into softness, no matter how hard he protects the little girl, he will not be able to avoid the unicorn bronze man's force of more than a thousand kilograms being swept around his waist.
Therefore, no matter how Zhang Kun responds.
The little girl will definitely die.
It was nothing more than being chopped up on the spot and shocked to death; or Zhang Kun was beaten to the point where his bones and tendons were broken, and then his heart was cut open and his blood was taken out before he died.
It's a dilemma.
'It depends on whether you are chivalrous or ruthless? '
In the blink of an eye, the old Taoist priest set up a bet, and the bet was naturally his own life and Zhang Kun's life.
He felt that he would not lose this time.
In fact, he guessed it right.
No matter what, Zhang Kun would not use a knife to chop Yang Ying's small body like a flywheel.
He really couldn't do this kind of thing.
You can only take off your hands, let go of the knife, draw an arc with your arms, and stand on the ground like pine under your feet.
Stretching one hand diagonally, leaning forward...
The vertebrae creaked together and transformed into a dragon-shaped probing hand, releasing its strength.
The other hand then put on the little girl's body and turned the palm into a fist.
boom……
It hit the little girl's body hard.
Like beating a giant drum!
There was a huge roar in the air.
"wrong!"
Venerable Lian Xin's eyes were slightly stern, as if he felt something was wrong.
Since the knife is loosened, why use the fist?
If you want to save people, why attack with all your strength?
This doesn't make sense.
When his mind turned to this point, the one-horned bronze figure in his hand was still three inches away from Zhang Kun's waist, and when he grabbed Yang Ying's left hand, he was suddenly shocked.
This feels very strange.
He suddenly found that his left hand suddenly seemed to have penetrated into the vortex of the millstone...
Penetrating, concussing, twisting horizontally, twisting vertically, all kinds of forces condensed into one force, both hard and soft, and struck hard.
Click...
Amidst the explosion, the old Taoist priest lost strength in his left hand without control...it originated from the palm, and then from the forearm to the upper arm, the entire left arm was broken into seventeen or eighty pieces.
It was shattered into pieces by an infinite force.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Huge pain hit my soul.
Venerable Lian Xin roared in pain, his eyes full of disbelief.
"Fighting cattle across mountains, are you the master of transforming energy and refining marrow?"
So young, yet so powerful. Even if he practiced martial arts in his mother's womb, he wouldn't be able to reach this level.
Regardless of the level of cultivation, actual combat experience, or the perfection of boxing skills, it is impossible for a young man of eighteen or nineteen to achieve it.
It is said that the ultimate boxing technique of beating a cow across a mountain can only be completely controlled by a great master who can create an era.
He often becomes a master-level old boxer and shows his trump card to guests from all over.
Tell others that without the control of this power, do not come to challenge and seek death.
Unexpectedly, this lost boxing technique would reappear in the hands of such a young boxer.
The punch was delivered perfectly without hurting the little girl at all. All the power was transferred to it, and it even avoided the outer body protection method that turned the body into steel. It exploded from the inside of the sinews, bones and flesh, and directly exploded the arm without being blocked. Law block.
This is the weird part of "beating cattle across mountains".
With his left hand broken and his right arm weak, before the old Taoist priest had time to change his posture again, Ichika appeared in front of him.
A palm passed through the little girl who was held firmly and poked out from her armpit...
First, he turned his palm and touched the left chest of the old Taoist priest with his fingertips;
Then it turned into a half-punch, and struck twice with an inexhaustible force.
Then, the palm contracted three times, turning into a solid fist, hitting as hard as a landslide...
Three punches turned into one blow.
Infinite power suddenly exploded.
The old Taoist priest was shaken, and a huge fist mark appeared on his back.
It was penetrated by force from front to back, and the heart was broken into eight petals.
Blood surged from his mouth, and his eyes gradually darkened.
"Good boxing skills."
He looked up to the sky and fell down.
"Push away a thousand waves with both hands, blast through thousands of mountains with one punch."
Zhang Kun hugged the little girl Yang Ying and gently stroked her hair. Hearing the little girl's lungs-breaking screams and cries of escaping death, he felt compassion in his heart and felt at ease at the same time.
"Swallowing the Starry Sky: Sign in to Become a God"
With the punch just now, supported by the huge anger and murderous intention in his heart, he suddenly touched some kind of martial arts essence.
Boxing is originally a killing technique.
No matter whether you have a weapon or not, as long as you take action, the only goal is to kill.
Killing to stop killing, violence to stop violence, that's all.
Tai Chi is treacherous, gossip is cunning, and nothing is more poisonous than the mind.
His mind melted into the fist, and before the punch came, his intention struck first...
This is the true meaning of hunting cattle across mountains.
Only in this way can he not hurt Yang Ying, but hurt Taoist Lian Xin instead, and break his excellent body-protecting skills.
The wonderful use of force is due to this.
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