"Enemy attack!"

Taylor and the others walked out of the alley talking, laughing, and cursing.

This road is the shortest route from Yicuilou to the Gili West District Temple...

As soon as I walked onto the street, I saw a long stream of people in a motorcade. Before they could see clearly whose team it was, they felt a little surprised that someone was leaving so early.

I heard a sharp howl in the wind.

As a devout temple warrior, Taylor prays and cultivates his mind on weekdays. He has a deep understanding of observing the enemy calmly. In particular, he senses crisis and feels that he is protected by the gods.

At this moment, I felt cold all over my body, as if I had been immersed in ice water.

Without thinking, he pounced and fell to the ground. He didn't care about the sharp pain in his hands and feet caused by the stone debris. He rolled around wildly and shouted a warning.

At the same time, as quickly as possible, he reached out and put the gun pouch on his waist.

There was a Colt revolver.

"Strong fighting qualities."

When Zhang Kun swung his sword from the top of the tree, he saw the five people below spreading out like flowers.

Two people reacted a little slowly. They only had time to block their heads with their hands and did not move their feet.

The other three people fell down at the same time.

When the sound of "enemy attack" sounded, one person jumped up to fight back, and the other two actually took out pistols.

Good guy.

I am afraid that I have been used to being attacked for a long time, so I am always vigilant. Even in an environment where there is no chance of encountering an enemy, I am always ready to draw my gun.

'Are the temple warriors so strong at this time? Or is this team in front of us a little special?'

With this thought flashing through his mind, Zhang Kun kept darting about.

The sword passed over the standing foreign warrior like a stream of light, blood rose into the sky, and his head rolled down...

Without landing, he used the slight strength borrowed from the blade to twist his waist and turn over. His kick was like a dragon swinging its tail, sweeping across the temple of another foreign warrior.

Peng...

The huge figure of the foreign warrior was kicked from the side and flew many feet. He fell heavily to the ground. He staggered and tried to stand up. His eyes were bleeding while he tried to keep his eyes open, trying to find where the enemy was.

'The ability to withstand blows is also good, and the body is very strong.'

Zhang Kun pulled out weeds to look for snakes, landed on the ground and leaned down, lowered his waist to explore the horse, stepped close to the ground, the sword flashed past his side, and with a "Hugh" sound, he cut off a thick leg.

At the same time, he jumped up in the air again, turned sideways, and used his left palm like a knife to strike hard at the Adam's apple of the foreign warrior who rushed forward with a roar and punched.

Three bullets passed behind Zhang Kun in succession.

The last bullet was only half an inch away from his head...

The strange burning heat can be felt in the ears.

Zhang Kun's heart was beating wildly and he shouted coldly. He stirred up a strong wind and threw himself in front of Taylor. He stretched out his hand and caught his hand holding the gun. He made an arc with his palm and twisted the silk tightly...

With a bang, his wrist and forearm were cut off at the same time, and the pistol fell to the ground.

Taylor let out a roar of pain, his body suddenly swelled, and veins covered his head, face, and neck. He lowered his head and bumped into it like a bull.

boom……

Zhang Kun was only halfway through swinging his sword when he saw that the two-meter-tall strong man had already leaned over and hit his chest.

He put the knife in his elbow, crossed it and held it in front of his chest.

His feet were weak, and his body was knocked flying.

'This collision has a force of more than 1,500 kilograms. Who says foreigners don't practice martial arts?'

A cold light flashed in Zhang Kun's eyes, and as soon as his steps left the ground, his right leg turned into the tip of a whip, and with a "bang" sound, it hit Taylor's lower body hard.

Snap...

A soft sound.

Zhang Kun clearly saw that this tough foreign warrior could no longer control his muscles and bones because of the huge pain caused by the broken egg, and his whole body was twitching and spasming like crazy.

Slowed for a moment.

Zhang Kun's upper body leaned back slightly, the sword light flashed from his elbow, and the sharp wind roared through the air, passing by Taylor's neck.

Taylor stood there, his roar still echoing at the entrance of the alley and shaking the long street.

A blond head has reached the sky, and a fountain of blood has risen into the sky.

"If I had known this, I would have taken action."

Zhang Kun was secretly surprised by the physical strength of the foreign warriors and their professionalism.

I am even more amazed at the speed of my opponent's shooting.

If it were the troops of the Qing Dynasty, if they encountered this situation, they would swoop down and kill five people like five chickens.

However, these five foreign temple warriors not only reacted immediately, but also posed some threats to themselves.

This is not simple.

You know, today Zhang Kun has become strong and soft, and he carries great strength with him... With every move of his hands, he hits some ordinary people, just like hitting a child. With a casual punch, he can send the person seven or eight meters away.

However, the heavy bombardment on the foreign warrior did not kill him.

The strongest one was the foreigner who fired three shots and struck with a head hammer.

Not only did the other party react very quickly, he was also physically very strong, and his strength was not much weaker than his own.

However, these people generally follow the most primitive animalistic way of fighting, going straight back and forth, without a few changes.

Otherwise, it should be possible to hold on for a few more moves.

"Don't stop, keep going."

Zhang Kun looked up and saw Yuan Guangyao's team in the middle of the street looking at each other in shock. Wu Zhongda and Tang Wenjun were already running with their swords in hand, wanting to come over for reinforcements...

So, he made a gesture and gave an order loudly, asking them to move on.

After taking this escort, Zhang Kun knew that there was something strange in it, so of course he would not sit at home and wait for news.

Instead, when Yuan Guangyao led the team to set off, he secretly hung behind the team to find out what the problem was.

He was just trying to prevent the major escort agencies in the capital from secretly targeting...

Unexpectedly, I found a big fish.

The men and horses of the Imperial Guard's Central Army are gathering momentum.

Although I was far away, I couldn't hear clearly what those people said.

It can still be guessed from the actions of these people.

The escort team of Yuanshun Escort Agency is really in trouble.

Nine times out of ten.

The other party is still coming for you.

The inclusion of foreigners was simply a matter of using foreign power to find an excuse to attack the Yuanshun Escort Bureau, directly uprooting the political support of the reform faction.

This is easy to understand.

Moreover, Zhang Kun also guessed that if the opponent used such a large force, they would definitely not just want to capture or kill dozens of people from the Yuanshun Escort Agency.

The biggest goal should still be to keep myself here.

Those more than two hundred spears are frightening to look at.

Martial arts practitioners are not afraid of foreign guns, but they still have to look at the situation.

If you are really caught in a fire, if you are still caught off guard and are in an open place, then no matter what, you will have a narrow escape.

…

The foreign warrior who was hit hard on the temple by his leg still struggled to get up...

His eyes were bleeding and he could no longer see clearly. He just pumped his fists wildly, trying to hit the imaginary enemy.

Zhang Kun pierced his heart with a knife, saving the man from struggling and screaming.

Extremely harsh.

The foreign warrior who had one of his thighs cut off was frightened to death.

Dragging his bleeding lower body, enduring the severe pain, he kept crawling back.

He didn't have a gun on him, which is why Zhang Kun didn't care whether the man was not killed directly.

After stabbing the foreign warrior who was crawling and screaming to death with a knife, Zhang Kun looked gloomily and picked up a revolver with a full magazine.

This is the remnant of the foreign warrior who died after Zhang Kun punched his Adam's apple before he could shoot.

He had no time to search for bullets anymore, so he ran away quickly and disappeared into numerous houses.
To be continued...