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

After this, Gong Baosen regained his composure, and only had time to tilt his head to dodge the stick, but his shoulder could no longer dodge, and Peng...

A dull thump.

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

The ground between his feet felt like mud, and they had sunk into the rocks and soil, up to their knees.

He was frozen in place, his body was numb, his vision was black, and he could no longer move.

And what about Zhang Kun’s left hand?

But he gathered seven points of his strength, turned his palm into a fist, wrapped the sword, stirred up the wind and rain in all directions, and punched out.

But it's a head-to-head confrontation, Liuhe Boxing style, Wu Song beats the tiger.

A single punch creates a myriad of phenomena.

The single sword that was chopped down by the fierce manganese was shattered into ten pieces from the blade like glass.

With a crash, the broken blades scattered into the sky and became sparkling. Wrapped by the wind of the fist, they turned into a stream of light and shot backwards.

The leather-armored man's sword shattered, his expression changed drastically, and his body rose up on the spot. Without bending his knees, he had already risen more than four feet.

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

His body moves forward and backward smoothly, his attacks are flexible and flexible, and he even looms above Gong Baosen.

"Tiger and crane are in the double shape, and the flying dragon has eight attacks. Not bad."

A cold light flashed in Zhang Kun's eyes.

This man is very good at martial arts. If he is also a master of the barbarians and a die-hard loyalist of Emperor Guangxu, then he cannot be retained.

A thought swirled in my mind.

His figure was clearly standing on the same spot, but it seemed to have become illusory.

The whole person turned into a long sword that stood tall and was unparalleled in sharpness.

A palm was thrust out, and the sword wind was like splitting open a house, and slashed through the body.

He was about to cut the leather-armored man and Gong Baosen, who was not far away from him, into four pieces with one blow.

Before the blade of the knife arrives, the intention of the knife comes first, sending a chill to the bones.

Seeing the blade's sharp edge, the leather-armored man no longer had any luck, and stepped back to Gong Baosen's side, wanting to get together and get out.

Since he made the save, he only made three moves and was in danger three times. At this time, he was so frustrated that he didn't want to get close for a moment and just wanted to save his life.

Unfortunately, the opponent in front of him used his hand to turn his sword, but it cut out a piece of ice and snow, with winter plum blossoms blooming.

In front of and behind him was Chi Chi Hua Tianya. It seemed that no matter how they ran away or dodge, they could not avoid the approaching sword.

"This person cannot be killed. He is Li Huaiyi."

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

In his hand, he held a green, gleaming Qinglong Yanyue sword, and with a clang, it struck in front of Zhang Kun.
Chapter completed!