"Brother, you look familiar. Have we met somewhere?"
Zhang Yimeng took the lead and said cheerfully as he walked to the young swordsman's side with a wine flask in hand.
Unexpectedly, the man heard the sound but remained unmoved. His left hand unconsciously held it above the edge of the table. The long sword was now under his palm. He held a cup in his right hand and drank softly. He said calmly: "Brother, I think you are
You must have admitted the wrong person, this is my first time here."
"Hey, have you recognized the wrong person? You'll know after just one look."
Zhang Yimeng said nonchalantly, and kept walking forward. As Zhang Yimeng gradually approached, the young man's profile was now fully visible to the latter.
At this tense moment, the young swordsman suddenly moved his left leg outwards, and with a thud, he kicked the bench next to him and aimed at Zhang Yimeng behind him.
"Um?"
With a slight sigh in his mouth, Zhang Yimeng held the pot in his left hand and leaned over to slide out of the way of the bench that was coming. He swept his legs forward and kicked the stool on the side towards him.
With a clang, all the food on the young man's table was thrown everywhere by Zhang Yimeng's stool. He had already raised his sword and left the seat when the stool flew towards him. When he stood up, he quickly pulled the stool with his right hand.
The scarf around his neck covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of restrained eyes.
The young swordsman avoided the wooden bench with one strike, then jumped in front of Zhang Yimeng and swung his arms forward to catch Zhang Yimeng head-on.
The shooting speed is extremely fast, and judging from the back of the palm and the degree of bending of the fingers, there is no doubt that this is the tiger claw starting position. It is a unique skill treasured by the world-famous internal practitioners. It is combined with the Yizi Hunyuan Zhuang Kung Fu and is a Taoist fist.
base.
Moreover, this person immediately greeted the other party's door, and his attacks were very ruthless.
Although Zhang Yimeng was a little surprised, he remained unmoved and even had the leisure to drink down the wine glass in his hand. This disdainful move undoubtedly indirectly angered his opponent.
But seeing Zhang Yimeng's steps moving quickly between the tables and chairs, the young swordsman missed a single blow, then walked around in front of Zhang Yimeng and bumped his shoulder with his arms, and counterattacked with a heavy punch from behind.
Zhang Yimeng took advantage of the situation and took a step back, slamming the wine glass in his right hand towards his opponent's face. Although the latter turned his head to avoid it, a lot of the wine in the glass still spilled on his face. It can be said that
It's not very lethal but very insulting.
Zhang Yimeng quickly distanced himself and without delay, bent down and reached for the opponent's wrist with one hand. The latter saw the sudden shrinkage of his body and immediately raised his arms and closed his fists, not daring to attack rashly.
There is a small detail here. Zhang Yimeng ducked down and wanted to use his wrist to grapple. If he was locked by Zhang Yimeng, the young swordsman's back swing would definitely be useless. It was because of this that the young swordsman immediately closed his fist.
Don't dare to attack rashly.
The two men had passed through many doors in just three or two moves. Once they fought, the young swordsman knew that Zhang Yimeng was a formidable enemy. His skills were rare in his life, and his eyes became more solemn.
"Yo, I have some ability."
Zhang Yimeng, who was holding a pot in his left hand, smiled lightly and his words were completely casual.
The latter remained silent, then took a step back and hit Zhang Yimeng with his fist on the right rib. Zhang Yimeng saw this and refused to retreat. He jumped up on the spot with the pot and swung his back leg to hit the opponent's head. The attack was very fierce.
, the dragon swung its tail.
The swordsman's eyes narrowed, he lowered his body, swept his legs, twisted his hips, and clamped his waist to control Zhang Yimeng's lower abdomen. He turned to his side and wanted to slam Zhang Yimeng to the ground.
This is a kind of attack technique that uses weak strikes to make strong ones. It is a technique of lowering one's body and quickly getting close to the opponent to embrace and strike.
"Huh? What kind of punch is this?"
Zhang Yimeng was surprised when his opponent grabbed his waist in mid-air, but he didn't panic at all. Just when the opponent was about to throw him hard, Zhang Yimeng slammed the pot with his left hand towards the opponent's door.
If this blow had hit the swordsman hard, he would have ended up in a very happy situation, but the swordsman must also be a good fighter, and the punches he used were unheard of, and he did not show any fear when he saw them. He continued to use his strength to raise Zhang Yimeng high, but his head was
It was shrunk tightly.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Yimeng immediately gave up hitting the person with the pot, and instead grabbed the opponent's neck with one leg. In this way, even if the opponent threw him to the ground, the opponent's neck would be broken by his own strength the moment he landed.
This was a cruel move. The swordsman immediately did not dare to use any more force. Instead, he shrank his head and got out of Zhang Yimeng's control. He released his hands and pushed Zhang Yimeng's waist and abdomen. The latter then kicked the distance between the two of them.
Then he twisted his waist and made a kite turn in the air. He pressed his palms on the swordsman's face, drew his legs and raised his knees and struck the opponent's chin with a violent knee strike.
But after hearing a muffled sound of "pop", the swordsman moved his face in time to dodge, but Zhang Yimeng still hit his left cheek with his knee. Blood immediately flowed out, the bridge of his nose was crooked, and bright red blood kept coming out of his nostrils.
Wiping the blood on his face with one hand, the swordsman stepped back sideways, and veins appeared on his left hand holding the sword.
After Zhang Yimeng landed, he placed the wine bottle on the empty table beside him. He looked at the young swordsman whose face was covered by a scarf with interest and said, "Why don't you use a sword? What you are good at should be swordsmanship, right?"
Although he was very angry and Zhang Yimeng's provocation, the swordsman never drew out the sword in his hand. I don't know what he was holding back.
In this regard, Zhang Yimeng had no time to argue with him. He swayed and disappeared immediately. As the swordsman opened and closed his eyes, Zhang Yimeng had already dodged and rushed forward.
This was the first time Zhang Yimeng took the initiative to attack, but seeing that he was like a flying swallow, he leaned down to avoid the swordsman's fist, and with one step forward, he punched the opponent's chest and abdomen, knocking him out of the way.
A mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out through the face towel.
But he reacted quickly and punched Zhang Yimeng directly at his temple. The latter ducked sideways to avoid three punches from the swordsman, moved sideways and punched directly into the opponent's abdomen, hitting the opponent four or five times in a row until he was unable to parry.
Use force, and finally stand up and hit the opponent's chest with your elbow.
Poof!
The swordsman was knocked seven or eight meters away by Zhang Yimeng's elbow, and the tables and chairs behind him were bounced away. Bowls and dishes were scattered on the floor. He pressed against the wooden pillar and covered his chest with his hands, breathing continuously. The sound was like a bellows. It was obviously...
He was beaten internally by Zhang Yimeng.
"Your boxing skills are not weak, but they are still too young. Boy, did you just learn them?"
Zhang Yimeng fired a set of combos and then stopped, staring at the opponent and speaking slowly.
The young swordsman did not refute what he said. He took a deep breath to relieve the pain in his chest and abdomen, and looked at Zhang Yimeng quietly, his eyes full of ruthlessness.
Zhang Yimeng also knew that the opponent was taking the opportunity to adjust his breath, but he didn't take it seriously. Although the opponent's boxing technique was strange, his internal strength was still shallow, and although his essence was not yet pure, it did not pose any threat to him.
Zhang Yimeng, as the highest combat power of Dongzhang's armed group, is a cutting-edge being in the first-class realm. If you are still clumsy in fighting with him, it will undoubtedly be courting death.
"Don't speak? Ha, it doesn't matter, I will let you take the initiative to speak. If you don't draw your sword, you will have no chance, little brat."
Faced with his opponent's silence, Zhang Yimeng didn't care and slowly walked forward. The swordsman stared at Zhang Yimeng closely, with a hint of panic and determination on his face.
As soon as Zhang Yimeng took three steps, he turned around, smashed through the window and jumped out of the restaurant. Zhang Yimeng was slightly stunned when he saw it, and then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Escape, you can escape slowly."