Zeng Luohan made a secret with his hands, using his hands as swords.

His body became stronger and taller, and the fat all over his body formed lumps, and it looked like he was growing black and purple sarcomas.

His eyes were half-squinted and he looked at me with a leer.

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

He stepped hard, causing gravel on the ground to fly, and a fishy wind blew up from his body as he slashed forward.

Just like riding a red rabbit horse, he was in front of Zhang Kun in a flash.

"Zanpou..."

The fat man shouted deeply, and the knife in his hand whizzed sharply, slashing down diagonally.

This knife was so fast and cruel that the strong wind from the palm of his hand already stung Zhang Kun's skin.

Zhang Kun connected his feet and leaned back, as if being pulled by a rope, retreating quickly;

At the same time, he struck and struck with his palms and slapped the opponent's hand knife.

Chi...

The wind is as sharp as cutting.

Zhang Kun's upper body was slightly shaken, his hands, arms, and sleeves were torn apart by the knots, and his chest and lower abdomen were in severe pain at the same time.

Shocked by the huge force, he took the initiative to retreat and immediately stopped, his body numb.

'It's such a fierce sword move, you can't resist it forcefully.'

In an instant, he just took the bald man's hand knife, and there were already knife marks on his body and hands.

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

Fast, powerful, and extremely ferocious.

The first few blows were impossible to block.

Concentrate your strength to slash, exerting power and speed several times higher than usual.

The stronger the explosion, the shorter the duration.

The best way at this time is of course to avoid the real situation and attack the weak situation, and wait until the situation is exhausted.

The more injured Zhang Kun is, the calmer he becomes. His eyes are bloodshot and red...

He stepped on the Liuhe Fist and chased the wind and the moon, sometimes leaping backwards, sometimes running diagonally, using the wall to roll and jump in the alley.

Speaking of which, this wind-chasing step is actually a force-gathering move...the whole body's strength is concentrated on the leg step to increase the speed of the body.

It is the only move in Liuhe Quan that focuses on speed.

Wang Jingya once used it for strong attacks.

That's because she likes to fight hard by nature, which is the reason for her personality.

Zhang Kun used it to dodge at this time, but the effect was also good.

Retreating is to move forward better; retracting the arm is to strike more powerfully.

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

Seeing the opponent's sword force stagnating slightly, he took a long breath and his eyes sparkled.

No more hiding.

As he dodged a slash, his feet twisted and his waist suddenly collapsed.

The whole person tightened his strength and retracted his arms, shrinking to a height of half a foot, stopped and grabbed hold.

His hand was like lightning, he reached back and grabbed the fat bald man's right leg at the ankle.

[Jingde drags the whip!]

His figure suddenly stood up, Zhang Kun shouted loudly, grabbed the fat man's right leg, and with a cry, he threw the fat man's huge body up, drew an arc, and smashed it down over his head.

Boom...

The ground shook.

Zeng Luohan was hit so hard that stars appeared in his eyes and his whole body was numb.

However, at this time, he was still under the influence of the spell, but he was also fierce. He straightened his waist and abdomen, swept the sword across, and slashed towards Zhang Kun's throat...

This time, Zhang Kun did not retreat or dodge. He used his hands as a shield and blocked the attack and charged forward towards the blade.

Click...

While the bones of his left arm were being chopped off, he straddled the fat bald man with a single leap, and his right fist fell like rain.

[Wu Song Tiger Fighting Style]

Boom boom boom...

Swinging his fist like a hammer, he hit his opponent hard on the head.

In one breath, Zeng Luohan's face was hit with seven heavy punches, until the opponent's face was completely collapsed and mixed with sand and gravel...

Zeng Luohan raised his arms high, and there was no chance for him to make the final blow. His fat figure kept twitching, his legs were kicked straight, and finally he remained motionless.

"God beats, haha, God beats..."

Zhang Kun raised his head, his eyes were still blood-red, stood there and panted for a while, then let out a long breath.

This battle is actually very dangerous.

Fatty's technique is very strange. Although there is a problem with his endurance, the attack in front of him is very powerful.

If you lose your courage and face an opponent that seems to have hypnotized you, you may be chased to death.

This person seems to be the person in charge of Xiangtang. How many strong players are there at the same level as him?

Is there any "venerable" behind it?

Thinking of this, Zhang Kun felt a little irritable.

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

He searched these people one by one and found that except for some broken silver, they carried no other valuable items.

Knives, bows and arrows were too eye-catching to carry around with him. Zhang Kun didn't learn weapons yet, so he didn't pick them up.

It was a pity that the fat man known as Lord Arhat did not carry a martial arts secret book with him.

The opponent's "magic hitting" skill indeed has a unique secret.

This battle was a loss.

Severe pain came from the fractured left arm, and Zhang Kun shook his head slightly.

There was a muffled hum in his ears, and he stopped and turned around.

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

Under the light of the torch, he was vomiting blood from 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 fat bald man not take other people's lives seriously, he was also extremely cruel to "his own people".

"I know..." An ugly smile appeared on the child's face. As he lay dying, there was apology and unwillingness in his eyes: "I just want to live... Why is it so difficult?"

"Perhaps, the weak should die."

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

In troubled times, people are worse than dogs.

Has anyone ever seen the aloof gods and Buddhas loving all living beings?

"Little one, be careful...Sir."

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

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

He widened his eyes and looked straight at the dark sky. His intact left palm firmly grasped the corner of Zhang Kun's clothes, as if he wanted to grab something.

Zhang Kun was stunned and watched the child exhale his last breath.

Looking at the other party's last moments, a bit of golden light and dragon energy rushed into the center of his eyebrows...

He gently closed the other person's wide-open eyes and cursed secretly.

This child, whose name was unknown and could be considered an enemy, died quietly in a dark alley.

Silently like leaves falling to the ground.

'What is this, belated gratitude?'

With a little more dragon energy, for the first time, Zhang Kun felt no joy at all.

In this damn era, people are like weeds, growing and dying.

Just living is very difficult.

What more can you ask for?

Be strong. 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 we will open the door is far away. In this era, we have to do something.
Chapter completed!