Zhenlongting

Chapter 132
"Who broke into the palace?"

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, there was no reaction yet, but a thousand sergeants below the alchemy rank started to move.

Under the moonlight, a group of three formed a formation of five, with shields raised in the front and a circle in the rear.

The person who drank violently had colorful patterns painted on his face, a big braid on the top of his forehead wrapped around his neck three times, his hands were long and his feet were long, and his shoulders and back muscles spread out like wings.

He stood in front of the formation and exhaled, holding a two-meter-long bow in his left hand, and holding the bow in his right hand like a full moon, and the sound reached the arrow.

call out……

The sharp arrow pierced through the air, and only a little shadow could be seen. It disappeared into the night, and the sound of screaming and whistling just entered my ears.

This person didn't stop, turned his body slightly, stepped across the trees, jumped into the air, drew out the arrow with his backhand, and shot out three more arrows.

"Batulu the Barbarian?"

On the top of the tree, the black figure suddenly laughed: "The heavy arrows are really powerful, but unfortunately, when you shot, you lost the true meaning of the sneak attack. Although it is strong enough to fight tigers and bears , but I am neither a tiger nor a bear..."

Amidst the shouts and shouts of the crowd, one could still hear the person speaking in a leisurely manner, and one could still see the four long arrows held in his left hand.

"Crack..."

Four arrows were broken into eight pieces.

The man in black is of course Zhang Kun. After he entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation, he no longer hid his figure.

On the contrary, with great fanfare, it swept past the landscape tree with astonishing momentum...

Stepping on the small branches and leaves, the clothes are fierce and the wind is breaking, and it is almost impossible to cry up to the sky and attract heroes from all over the world to attack.

Along the way, the branches were broken and the leaves fell like rain. His figure as he rushed forward was quickly spotted.

The thousands of soldiers around looked like elite soldiers, but they all moved like ants in just two breaths.

It faintly became a semi-circular army formation, under the command of four tall, strong and imposing generals, they shrunk down the formation, and surrounded and killed them while shouting.

Before the army was besieged, some people attacked first with arrows.

"Barbarian warriors, all deserve to die..."

"I won't play with you anymore." A chill flashed in Zhang Kun's eyes.

He vaguely sensed a savage and savage atmosphere from these barbarian men, as if they were completely different from the eight sergeants he usually saw.

This is the most elite power...

Still keep the tradition?
I heard that the barbarian's coming-of-age ceremony is to fight wild beasts in the jungle. Killing tigers, bears and lions with bare hands, wild wolves are not uncommon to kill?

This custom has been abandoned for hundreds of years and should be rare now.

I don't know when, but some of them were still in the palace.

With a violent roar, arrows rained down everywhere, four figures frantically charged in front of them, one of them jumped up and down, and the arrows shot without fail.

One person danced the wolf head cone and knocked it down in a hurry, which was tricky and fierce;

There is another person who opens and closes the double silver hammer, and a violent wind is aroused.

The last person moved a few steps away, and swung his ax like a wild boar... The light of the ax was fast and heavy, and the wind picked up a long white mark on the ground.

Zhang Kun took a few steps horizontally, his figure was as light as a ghost, and with a few taps on the branches and trunks, he had already jumped several feet away.

With a "woo" sound from the half of the arrow in his hand, he shot it out of his hand.

Like a faint streamer, it went straight to the sharp archer barbarian.

This man has a strong bow, heavy arrows, and changes his body shape at any time. He regards himself as a tiger to fight, but he can't get too close, which is the most troublesome.

Even if you can't hurt yourself, it will be disgusting.

So, take care of him first.

With a whoosh, Liu Guang charged forward, his charge was three points stronger than the sharp arrow shot by the big bow.

The man with the colorful face only had time to turn over and jump upside down, blocking his bow.

collapse……

The string breaks and the bow breaks.

His whole body was shaking, and just as the sound reached his ears, his chest, throat and lower abdomen were already hit by three arrows at the same time.

The arrow was powerful, piercing through his body and piercing through the back formation.

Several bodyguards who followed ten feet away also fell to the ground with a slap, without making a sound.

"you……"

The sharpshooter barbarian stared wide-eyed, and at this moment, with his last dying consciousness, he saw clearly that the man in black turned into a gust of wind and swept towards him.

The rain of free arrows shot by the soldiers hit him with a dull puffing sound, the arrows were bent, and the body of the arrows broke, but they didn't hurt him at all.

"Be careful……"

With the last of his strength, he let out a half-scream, and fell on his back.Out of the corner of the eye, he saw the head of the man with the ax flying up.

Although the giant ax cuts fast, it also attacks fiercely. It was struck by the barbarian generals with all their strength, and it has a full strength of more than a thousand catties. Even a big tree with the thickness of a hug can be cut in half.

However, when it hit Zhang Kun's chest, it fell into those white and smooth palms, and he didn't hear a sound.

Zhang Kun's palms were like a cow's tongue, holding the blade of the big axe, using his strength to dissipate the force, his palms were slightly staggered.

The ax is turned upside down.

The figure continued to advance, and the ax blade dragged and slashed along with it.

The most ferocious barbarian general, together with the neck armor and the leader of the six suns, were cut off at the same time.

He didn't care about the heavy axe, and used his strength to jump up, and he arrived in front of the wolf-headed warrior as lightly as black smoke. His figure was spinning, and the shadows of his legs were kicked out...

One leg was like a whip, like a gun, it had broken the wolf's head, and kicked the warrior's chin with a bang.

One side of the man's head exploded with a bang, and the whole man flew upside down several feet and fell into the army formation.

Blood was spilled in the air, and before it hit the ground, it was already dead.

"Hammer? I'll play too."

In the midst of lightning and flint, three people were killed, Zhang Kun sneered, facing the double silver hammers rushing back and forth frantically, he clenched his palms into fists, bang bang, the air burst, and there were ripples in front of him.

The silver hammer shook violently, sending out a sky-shattering roar.

bang bang...

Both arms of the hammer-wielding warrior snapped, and the handle of the hammer knocked backwards, hitting his chest.

There was a loud crash of the sternum, and I don't know how many bones have been broken.

His whole body flew upside down as if he had been hit by a bison madly.

With a whirlwind, blood spurted wildly when he landed, his eyes were wide open, and he only breathed out but not breathed in.

No matter how hard you hit before, the strength of the rebound will be as strong.

The entire sternum was completely shattered, and the broken bones penetrated into the internal organs like arrows, and it was his ability to survive for a second longer.

……

After killing four generals in a row, Zhang Kun's body was covered in blood like mist, and his momentum rose again.

The watermelon-sized double silver hammers were made of unknown materials, and each one weighed one hundred and twenty catties in his hand.

In his hand, he spun around a few times, borrowed his strength and danced swiftly, dancing with silver light all over his body, and sprinted forward.

The armored soldiers standing in front of them are like a small wooden house in a storm.

With a bang, the shield shattered, armor fell apart, bones were broken, and people flew...

"Also look at my cloaked wind hammer method."

Zhang Kun's double hammer dance became more and more urgent, and the hammer became heavier and heavier, hitting the army formation with the power of one person.

Even a mountain in front of him was crushed by him.

Everyone could only hear, boom boom boom, the dull sound like thunder falling to the ground.Only the sound of killing was heard, but not a single sentence of howling.

As long as he was touched by the hammer that fell like a torrential rain, his whole body would be torn apart immediately.

The explosive power pushed all the way across, and Zhang Kun's long howl sounded, and the army formation had been pierced.

……

Looking from the Hall of Mental Cultivation, one could see that the surrounding army formation was no longer in any formation.

After the death of the four generals, it was basically that black shadow and silver light, wherever it rushed, a huge gap appeared.

Those soldiers were actually hiding.

"The power of one person is so powerful. Is he a human or a ghost?"

Emperor Guangxu saw that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

More than a thousand elite guards have become his heart disease.

It was a wild army that was rarely preserved by the barbarians from the white mountains and black waters.

There are more than [-] such warriors, and they are warriors trained by the most primitive and cruel methods.

In name, it is the power of the imperial court, but in fact, Emperor Guangxu can't touch it at all.

Perhaps, in terms of personal force, the leader of his own bodyguards can compete with these generals, and even be superior.

Fighting for the quality of the soldiers alone can't compare to flattering horses.

The two sides are facing each other, and it is very likely that they will not be able to withstand even one round.

This is the reason why he is sad day and night, but helpless.

The situation is better than people.

……

Kill the generals and charge into the formation, hammering the gate of heaven.

Zhang Kun swung the hammer all the way, using the hammer to transform into a fist.

Beat until the qi and blood are boiling, and a white air is steaming three feet above the head. Under the cold light of the waning moon, it makes people feel hot and oppressive.

Seeing that the barbarian formations around had been broken up, everyone was terrified, they only dared to look at it from a distance, and never dared to step forward again, Zhang Kun suddenly felt relieved.

He casually threw away the double silver hammers whose handles had been bent, making a muffled clang.

He looked up to the sky and laughed three times, and stepped up the steps.

Dots of golden dragon aura floated from all directions, sinking into the eyebrows.

Zhang Kun just stopped, sensed the count, and shook his head slightly.

'I don't know if it's because the strength is stronger, so it's more difficult to obtain dragon energy?It is also because this powerful army is not visible in front of people, not many people know about it, and the harvest of Dragon Qi Point is a bit shabby. "

After killing so many generals and so many soldiers, it was only a mere 7 points. Zhang Kun also felt disgusted.

However, he felt a little relieved when he thought that in the daytime, he coerced the Eleven Nations newspaper and killed all the high-ranking foreigners and gentlemen, and only got 9 points of dragon energy.

At the beginning, I felt that this Dragon Qi was not as easy to get as I imagined.

'Gratefulness from the heart, this is actually a false proposition, is there anyone who is grateful for me?I have worked so hard..."

When the final result is not seen, when the wisdom of the people is not opened...

People like grass, trees, earth and rocks live in a daze, and it is already very difficult to live.Where would there be any energy, any interest in feeling grateful to a stranger?

Even if the world is turned upside down and the dynasty is destroyed.Those people still feel that everything is not as important as a whole grain bun in their hands.

Ignorant people and extremely intelligent people have one thing in common.

That is, they have actually seen through the essence of life from their own levels.

Live in the morning and die in the evening, life is very short.

The world is not worth it.

I come to the world once, and I only come to the world once...

This kind of person, what do you use to influence and inspire.

No matter how much you say, the former only treats you as a fart; the latter, you are a fart.

Therefore, Tan Weixin's approach is actually the most correct.

Run schools, abolish imperial examinations, and open up people's wisdom.

From the basic level of cognition, giving top priority to the study of literature, literacy and understanding of principles is the foundation for the rise of a country, a nation.

The reform is very difficult, and the reform requires bloodshed.

Then, let this blood flow from tonight.

……

Zhang Kun took the last step up the steps.

There is a golden wind, sea and rain in front of my eyes.

The golden stick shadow was caught in the howling wind, knocking down from all directions.

A figure was leaping and galloping, screaming and howling, and the attack was launched, and the momentum was so powerful that it was a mess. It really had a sense of sight as if the golden monkey was raising its weight.

"Gong Houzi, even if you are Sun Houzi, you can't break this half-foot Buddha's palm."

Zhang Kun smiled coldly, turned his palms and pressed them down.

boom……

His right palm, which was as white as jade, suddenly expanded, filled with blood, and became tough as steel, yet soft as cotton.

Just a palm drop...

The stick shadows all over the sky have disappeared.

The head of the stick has fallen into the palm of the hand.

But his figure stood like a peak, motionless.

Like a rain stick, under the impact of force, only the two corners of the black clothes were blown up...

There was never a moment when Zhang Kun could feel his progress and strength.

When he entered the palace for the first time that day, Gong Baosen was very powerful with his stick, he was still at the peak of dark energy, but he was able to hit his knees into stones and mud.Only ingenious ways can be used to take advantage of the force to resist this fierce pounce.

But now, a hundred sticks and a thousand sticks are coming.

To him, it was like drizzle falling from the sky, without any threat.

Although, in the induction, this "golden monkey" has stepped into the realm of marrow washing master in one step, with strong blood and more than [-] catties of strength.

But it's still far from enough.

Moreover, the quality of the five hundred guards under him seemed to be much worse than the thousand or so barbarian warriors deployed below the steps, and they did not have the bloody spirit of fighting to the death.

Instead, they huddled together and called for escorts. Few of them could really rush out and fight side by side with Gong Baosen.

There was a lot of shouting, but there was no actual action.

Now is the Daqing army I know.

Zhang Kun thought to himself, his arm turned into a spirit snake, twisting and wrapping around the tail of the stick in his hand, his shoulders moved and his hips closed, collapsed... a palm was drawn heavily on the body of the stick.

The golden stick is like water waves, swinging in an arc...

Gong Baosen's body was not stable when he landed, and he was using all his strength to draw the stick, ready to use his backhand force, when he was swept by this shocking force, half of his body was immediately numb.

His feet were soft and he couldn't move.

But at this moment, the head of the stick suddenly pierced his throat like a snake spitting out a letter, as fast as lightning.

There is only one move, one pass, and he can only close his eyes and wait for death.

'This is a breakthrough of a false refinement. '

A trace of disappointment flashed in Gong Baosen's eyes, and he was a little disheartened for a moment, and he didn't even want to hide.

In fact, he couldn't escape it either.

"Hugh hurts.

In the army formation, another person rushed out.

The man was dressed in leather armor and a military hat, his face could not be seen clearly, and his voice was full of anxiety and anger.

Before the person arrived, a single knife swung down suddenly, as if the ground was shrinking into an inch, it slashed to Zhang Kun's eyebrows and chest.

ooh...

This man's sword is like a tiger, and the roar of the tiger and the roar of the sword are condensed together, quite a feeling that a tiger travels and all beasts retreat.

Zhang Kun's nose even smelled the slightest stench...

It was like seeing a real tiger, showing its bloody fangs.

"It's such a good Xingyi Tiger Fist, it's still Xiashanhu!"

Zhang Kun's eyes brightened slightly.

This man's sword and fist were united, and his muscles and bones vibrated to make the sound of a tiger's roar... Without a strong enough bone marrow, he couldn't punch this kind of punch, and he couldn't swing this kind of knife.

Among Gong Baosen's guards, there is still such a great master hidden, which is really surprising.

However, in any case, tonight's plans cannot be hindered.

Therefore, he decided to give the other party a face and withdraw seven points of energy to deal with it.

Thirty percent of the strength is attached to the right hand, still driving the stick unaffected, roaring down.

After this slowing down, Gong Baosen regained his strength a little bit, only had time to tilt his head and dodge the stick, his shoulders could no longer dodge, bang...

There was a heavy blow.

Half of his body sank down, and he spit out a mouthful of blood when he opened his mouth.

The feet are like mud, they have sunk into the rocks and mud, reaching to the knees.

He froze in place, his body went numb, his eyes turned black, and he couldn't move anymore.

And what about Zhang Kun's left hand?
But he gathered seven points of strength, turned his palm into a fist, wrapped around the saber, stirred up wind and rain in all directions, and blasted out with one punch.

But it is head-to-head, Liuhe fist style, Wu Song beats the tiger.

With one punch, there are many things.

The single knife that fell fiercely, shattered into ten or hundreds of pieces from the blade of the knife like glass.

With a bang, it scattered into shredded blades that filled the air, and was wrapped by the wind of the fist, turning into a stream of light and shooting backwards.

The leather armored man's long sword was broken, his face changed drastically, his body rose from the spot, his knees were not bent, and he was more than four feet up.

He stretched out his arms like a white crane flapping its wings, and kicked out with his toes in a row. He avoided the attack of the broken blade, turned around, and hit Zhang Kun's back and waist ribs.

The figure advances and retreats smoothly, and the attack is flexible and flexible, even faintly above Gong Baosen.

"Tiger and crane double shape, swimming dragon eight strikes, not bad."

A cold light flashed in Zhang Kun's eyes.

This person is very good at martial arts, if he is also a master of barbarians and a loyal loyalist of Emperor Guangxu, then he can't stay.

A thought turned in my heart.

His figure clearly stood in place, but it seemed to become unreal.

The whole person turned into an indomitable, sharp long knife.

Stretching out a palm, the wind of the knife slashed around the body like splitting a house.

The man in leather armor and Gong Baosen who hadn't escaped not far in front of him were about to be chopped into four pieces.

Before the blade's edge arrived, the blade's intent went first, and the chill pierced through the bones.

Seeing the blade's sharpness, the man in leather armor didn't feel lucky any more, he retreated to Gong Baosen's side step by step, wanting to gather his arms and retreat.

Since he made the save, he only made three moves, and he was in danger three times. At this time, he was frustrated, unwilling to approach for a moment, and just wanted to save his life.

It's a pity that the opponent in front of him used his hand to melt the knife, but he cut out a piece of ice and snow, and there were cold plums blooming.

In front of and behind him, the world is so close, it seems that no matter how the two of them escape or dodge, they can't escape the knife.

"This person cannot be killed, it is Li Huaiyi."

Suddenly, a rough voice rang in the ears, the roof of the glazed hall suddenly collapsed, and a tall and burly figure fell down like a thunder.

In his hand was a green and gleaming Qinglong Yanyue Broadsword, and it slashed in front of Zhang Kun with a clang.

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(End of this chapter)