Zhenlongting

Chapter 19 Belated Gratitude
Zeng Luohan made a formula with both hands, using his hands as a knife.

The body became stronger and taller, and the fat all over his body was lumped together, and it seemed that there were black and purple sarcoma growing out.

His eyes were half-closed, and he looked at him with disdain.

In the blink of an eye, he changed from a friendly bald and fat man to a proud military general with a bleeding face and cold eyes.

He stomped heavily on the ground, and the broken stones on the ground flew randomly, and his body was filled with a wind, and he slashed forward.

It was like riding a red rabbit horse, and arrived in front of Zhang Kun in a flash.

"Break the soul..."

The fat man let out a deep cry, the knife in his hand whizzed sharply, and slashed down obliquely.

This knife was fast and ruthless, and the sharp wind brought by the palm of his hand alone had stabbed Zhang Kun's skin with pain.

Zhang Kun's feet were connected, his body leaned back, as if being pulled by a rope, he retreated quickly;

At the same time, he tapped and slapped the opponent's knife with his palm.

chi...

The sharp wind is like cutting.

Zhang Kun's upper body trembled slightly, his arms and sleeves were cut open, and his chest and lower abdomen were in severe pain at the same time.

Shocked by a huge force, he voluntarily stepped back and immediately stopped, his body numb.

'It's such a fierce sword move, you can't bear it hard. '

In the blink of an eye, he just picked up the bald fat man's hand knife, and there were already knife marks on his body and hands.

Reminiscent of Guan Erye's martial arts characteristics, Zhang Kun immediately understood what the opponent's sword skills were all about.

Fast, powerful, and extremely fierce.

The first few cuts were simply unstoppable.

Gathering strength and slashing, exerting strength and speed several times higher than normal.

The more violent the outbreak, the shorter the duration must be.

The best way at this time, of course, is to avoid the reality and attack the emptiness until the power is exhausted.

The more injured Zhang Kun was, the calmer his heart became, his eyes were bloodshot and flushed...

Stepping on the Liuhe fist to catch up with the wind and the moon, sometimes leaping backwards, sometimes slanting, using the wall to roll and jump in the alley.

Speaking of it, this style of chasing the wind is actually a way of gathering strength... the whole body's strength is concentrated on the legs to increase the speed of the movement.

It is the only move in Liuhequan that focuses on speed.

Wang Jingya used to use it for a strong attack.

That's because she likes to fight hard by nature, and it's because of her personality.

But Zhang Kun used it to dodge at this time, and the effect was not bad.

Stepping back is to move forward better; retracting the arm makes the shot more powerful.

Zhang Kun's eyes were like fire and ice, staring at the blade... His body was as erratic as a willow, and he kept avoiding the criss-crossing eighteen palms of the bald fat man.

Seeing the opponent's saber stagnate slightly, he suddenly took a long breath, his eyes sparkling.

Do not hide.

While he slanted to avoid the vertical chop, his feet twisted, and his waist suddenly collapsed.

The whole person retracted his strength and retracted his arms, shrinking to a height of half a foot, resting and grabbing backwards.

His hand was like lightning, he stretched out backwards, and grabbed the bald fat man's right leg ankle.

[Jingde pulls the whip! ]
As soon as his stature was short, Zhang Kun shouted loudly, grabbed the fat man's right leg, and swung the fat man's huge body up, drawing an arc, and smashed it over the top of his head.

bang...

The ground shook.

Zeng Luohan was hit by this blow, staring in his eyes, his whole body went numb.

However, he was still under the influence of the spell at this time, but he was also fierce and tight. He straightened his waist and swiped the knife horizontally, slashing towards Zhang Kun's throat...

This time, Zhang Kun didn't retreat or dodge. He used his hands as a shield and charged forward against the blade.

click...

At the same time as the bone in his left arm was chopped off, he straddled the bald fat man with a leap, and his right fist rained down like rain.

[Wu Song Fighting Tiger Style]
bang bang bang...

Swinging his fist like a hammer, he slammed heavily on his opponent's forehead.

In one breath, the Seven Styles punched Zeng Luohan in the face, until the opponent's face was completely collapsed, mixed with sand, gravel and mud...

Zeng Luohan raised his arms high, and there was no chance of making a final cut. His fat figure kept twitching, his legs kicked straight, and finally remained motionless.

"God hit, huh, god hit..."

Zhang Kun raised his head, his eyes were still blood red, and he stood there panting for a while before letting out a long breath.

This battle is actually very dangerous.

Fatty's skills are very strange. Although there is a problem with his stamina, the attack in front of him is very fierce.

If he lost his courage, facing such an opponent who seemed to have hypnotized him, he might be chased to death.

This person seems to be the person in charge of Xiangtang, how many tough hands are there at the same level as him?
What is the "Honor" behind it.

Thinking of this, Zhang Kun became a little irritable.

However, this is not the time to think about these things.

He searched these people one by one, and found that apart from some pieces of silver, they did not carry any other valuable items.

Knives, bows and arrows are too eye-catching to carry on the body. Zhang Kun has not learned weapons now, so he doesn't take them.

It's a pity that the fat man known as Lord Arhat didn't have a martial arts secret book with him.

The opponent's "God Strike" skill indeed has a unique secret.

This battle was a loss.

The severe pain came from the fractured part of the left arm, and Zhang Kun shook his head slightly.

A muffled hum came in his ears, he stopped and turned around.

The child with the broken leg was wriggling on the ground, struggling to reach out...

Under the light of the torch, blood was spitting out of his mouth, and his eyes looked very complicated.

"You're going to die."

Zhang Kun could tell at a glance that the child with the broken leg was seriously injured and could not be saved.

Not only did the bald and fat man not take other people's lives seriously, he was also extremely cruel to his "own people".

"I know..." There was an ugly smile on the child's face.As he was dying, there was apology in his eyes, but also unwillingness: "I just want to live...why is it so difficult?"

"Maybe, the weak deserve to die."

Looking at the skinny and light body of the child with a broken leg, Zhang Kun couldn't help but sighed.

In troubled times, people are not as good as dogs.

Has anyone ever seen that aloof gods and Buddhas love all living beings?

"Small, be careful... Your lord."

The child with a broken leg seems to be laughing, but also seems to be crying...

His body twitched a few times, and large lumps of blood spewed out from his mouth, mixed with lumps.

He stared wide-eyed, looking straight at the dark sky, and grabbed Zhang Kun's clothes with his intact left palm, as if he wanted to grab something.

Zhang Kun froze, watching the child exhale his last breath.

Looking at the other party's last moment, a little golden dragon's energy rushed into his eyebrows...

He gently closed the other party's open eyes, and cursed secretly.

This kid who didn't know his name and was considered an enemy died quietly in a dark alley.

Like a leaf falling silently.

'What is this, belated gratitude? '

For the first time, with a little more dragon energy, Zhang Kun felt no joy in his heart.

In this damn era, people are like weeds, they grow and die.

Just being alive is already very difficult.

What else can I ask for?
Be strong, and only when you become strong can you control your own destiny and change the world.

Looking at the words "Void Gate" opened by 0.8% in the attribute column, Zhang Kun was silent for a while.

The day when the door will open is nowhere in sight, and in this era, something has to be done.

He gently put down the child's body, walked towards the end of the alley step by step, and never looked back.

(End of this chapter)