Zhang Yimeng's actions this time were also somewhat beyond Hong Qigong's expectations. He has always admired some courageous and thoughtful young people. It is the kind of comfort that elders give to younger generations, even if they are not in the same camp.
It does not hinder his appreciation of the latter, because the world is lucky to have such people.
"You have to try, right?"
Zhang Yimeng smiled brightly, which made Hong Qigong frown even more. This boy was only twenty-seven or eighty-years-old. He was still a young man. No matter which sect he was in, he was the oldest person in this age group.
It's just some achievements.
The world may not know the name of his Chakravartin King Zhang Yimeng, but Hong Qigong knows it very well. This son debuted at a young age, his apprenticeship is unknown, and his martial arts skills are unknown. As soon as he showed up, he made a big name in the Lantian area. Of course,
, it is not a reputation that is exposed on the outside, but it is spread in the killer world and deep in the dark web. It seems to be out of touch with the orthodox martial arts world.
Because of his superb ability to forge documents, there is an endless stream of famous people from all over the world who come to look for him. Whether he is a criminal or a person of good character, Zhang Yimeng has his own way of distinguishing those who deserve to be killed. Zhang Yimeng will not hesitate to kill those who deserve to be killed.
If someone is killed on the spot and should not be killed, Zhang Yimeng will forge documents for free to give the person a new life, and his actions can be both righteous and evil.
This was the origin of his title of Wheel-turning King. Hong Qigong had occasionally heard of his deeds when he traveled to the Lantian area, but he had never seen him. Now, it was only the first time to see him in person.
"Stubborn."
Hong Qigong said somewhat sadly.
"Hehe, no one is right, I don't regret it."
Dancing with one hand, Zhang Yimeng held the knife in his backhand and stood in front of him. Looking at the face reflected on the blade, Zhang Yimeng smiled slightly.
This is a short blade that is slightly longer than a conventional dagger, but also much shorter than a long sword. Since this weapon is short and easy to hide, it is mostly used as a suitable weapon for close combat, personal defense or assassination.
A dual-purpose weapon for stabbing and slashing.
It is the best weapon for close combat enthusiasts, and Zhang Yimeng is obviously one of the best.
After finishing speaking, Zhang Yimeng took the initiative to attack before Hong Qigong could reply again. However, he saw that he was short, holding a dagger behind his back, and rushed in front of Wang Wencheng. In the latter's surprised eyes, Zhang Yimeng's smiling face was faint.
Jump into view.
"Whoa!"
A stroke of catching the moon from a well and moving upward across the air was a personal killing move aimed at Wang Wencheng, but the latter still reacted at the most critical moment, rolling like a donkey and falling backwards
.
Zhang Yimeng is not surprised by his reaction. If he can really kill the opponent with one move, then his position as chief helmsman will be too much.
Wang Wencheng was lucky enough to hide, but that didn't mean that the other Beggar Clan disciples were the same. The few Beggar Clan disciples who couldn't react in time were not as lucky as him. The three or five disciples who were leaning at the front covered their throats and fell to the ground.
"kill him!!"
Zhang Yimeng's proactive attack also instantly angered thousands of Beggar Clan disciples. A large group of strong men holding wild goose feather knives immediately separated from the crowd and strode towards Zhang Yimeng.
Beggars are not only able to use sticks, but many who perform tasks outside, such as law enforcement halls, use extremely lethal blades.
But a strong man jumped up to Zhang Yimeng's side first, twisted the handle of the knife with his right hand, and struck him on the head with a powerful slash.
Sidestepping, he turned around and slashed the strong man's throat with a knife. Zhang Yimeng didn't look back. Just by his shouts, he knew that there were multiple opponents coming from behind him from different directions.
Taking a step forward, Zhang Yimeng tapped his left foot lightly on the ground to exert force, and his body immediately turned up lightly, like a wild goose plucking green onions on dry land. He turned over and jumped away from the three long knives behind him. Zhang Yimeng twisted his waist in mid-air, turned around and slashed horizontally.
Throw it past.
Puff puff!
The three big men holding knives immediately fell to the ground with their necks clenched. Zhang Yimeng, who had struck out the blow, did not look back at the latter. The moment his footsteps hit the ground, he immediately twisted his hands and changed his knife-holding technique. He used the short dagger to use long-soldier moves, broadsword techniques, and strange
The python turns over.
With a knife, he cut off the wrist of the man in front of him and knocked the weapon out of his hand. Zhang Yimeng kicked him on the chin, but with a crisp sound, he was hit by an ox and a horse, and he immediately rose into the sky.
It brought out pieces of blood, and even thinking about it, I wouldn't be able to survive.
Zhang Yimeng kicked the person in front of him away without stopping, and continued to lunge forward and slash diagonally. He broke the sternum of a Beggar Clan disciple with one knife and knocked him back several meters, tripping over a dozen people.
"Go ahead!! Kill him!!"
Wang Wencheng saw Zhang Yimeng knocking down many of his gang members in just a few breaths. He couldn't help being frightened and angry. He pulled his neck and kept pushing the people around him forward, shouting.
"Ah"
Facing a new round of offensive that was reorganized, Zhang Yimeng was fearless. He swung the broach in his right hand backwards, and the dagger immediately flew out of his palm and spun around twice. Finally, Zhang Yimeng firmly grasped it in his hand, and the dagger was completed in an instant.
The movement of changing from holding the spin handle in the forehand to the backhand.
Holding the knife in the forward hand has a long distance and is advantageous in piercing, so it is called the open hand, while holding the knife in the backhand has both offense and defense. It is similar to the back of the knife, making it convenient to cut, scratch, tease and cut, so it is called the hidden hand.
Facing more than a dozen swordsmen rushing toward him, Zhang Yimeng hid his backhand knife behind his back and leaned down to the ground to look at his opponent. This was an action like a cheetah about to pounce on food, silently calculating the distance in his heart.
Zhang Yimeng kicked his right leg hard, and he jumped forward in an instant. He dodged and avoided several steel knives in front of him. Zhang Yimeng's momentum was not reduced, and he took advantage of the situation and committed hara-kiri with his backhand. There were several muffled pops, and several swordsmen were thought to have been killed.
Zhang Yimeng disemboweled him.
Turning sideways to avoid the blood sprayed by the swordsmen, Zhang Yimeng stepped forward and leaned on his shoulder to hit Wu Santong who was about to make a sneak attack.
"The beloved disciple of the dignified Master Yideng is good at using the insidious methods that we people are accustomed to. You are not good at it."
Wu Santong was mocked by Zhang Yimeng, who turned red in the face. The latter ignored his emotions and swung his dagger upwards. Wu Santong immediately stepped back when he saw this. Zhang Yimeng took advantage of the situation and turned over, leaped up, caught the dagger in mid-air and pulled it towards Wu Santong's forehead.
Push it away, and then raise your knees to face the front door.
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Guard against Zhang Yimeng's dagger.
Then he turned his head to the right to avoid, and with a muffled sound, Zhang Yimeng stabbed Wu Santong's shoulder with a short dagger. It was not over yet. Although he avoided a fatal injury, Zhang Yimeng's knee attack still came on time.
thumping!
He knocked Wu Santong back with a knee. The moment Zhang Yimeng landed, he pursued with a lunge and slashed across the opponent's throat with his backhand. This was the rhythm of taking advantage of your illness to kill you. His fighting style was very fierce. You could tell at a glance that he was not the one who hit the target.
The fighting style of the previous sects is particularly similar to Dongzhang's fighting style, because both of them have learned their martial arts skills from fighting on the streets.
, never give up until the opponent falls to the ground.
"father!!"
"Uncle Wu!!"
At this time, two exclamations suddenly sounded from behind the crowd, but it was Guo Fu and others who came to the inner hall at some unknown time. Seeing Wu Santong's critical situation, they exclaimed.
Wu Santong had no way to escape at this time. Even gods could not save him from Zhang Yimeng's slash. At this critical moment, Wu Santong's body suddenly moved back to avoid Zhang Yimeng's horizontal slash.
The latter's eyes narrowed slightly when he saw it, and he saw a plain hand pulling Wu Santong's collar, pulling him back hard, and then a bamboo stick attacked Zhang Yimeng's lower body as fast as lightning.
"The dog beating stick method."
Whispering softly, Zhang Yimeng changed the way he held the knife to an upright grip, his steps hit the ground and flew backwards. He held the knife in one hand and threw it back, using the big knife technique to roll and close in the wind.
With one knife, he broke through several swordsmen behind him who were trying to attack him. Zhang Yimeng stood on the spot and made a lunge. He adjusted the posture of the knife by twisting the dancing flower with one hand. Without even looking to his side, he suddenly stabbed directly in front of one person with a lunge.
chest.
"ah!!"
The person who was attacked was Wang Wencheng, who was secretly hiding behind others. He saw Zhang Yimeng piercing his right chest with a knife. Just as he was about to kill Wang Wencheng with a follow-up knife, a sharp scolding suddenly came from behind him.
"stop!!"
A bamboo stick hit Zhang Yimeng's back and right ribs diagonally, kicking Wang Wencheng away. Zhang Yimeng turned around and swung the bamboo stick away with a low dagger, and then slashed at Huang Rong behind him.
when!!
I don’t know what kind of material this bamboo stick is made of, but it actually blocked Zhang Yimeng’s downward blow and continued.
"Gang Leader Huang has such a handsome stick technique."
Seeing this dignified woman, Zhang Yimeng did not stop what he was doing. He let go of the handle of the knife, changed his hand, and then raised the knife with his backhand and slashed at Huang Rong. He would not be merciful just because the other party was a woman. That was what a saint should do.
, it’s not something he, a mere mortal, can do.
Huang Rong's skills were obviously much higher than those of Wu Santong and Wang Wencheng. She immediately twisted the stick against the railing, Zhang Yimeng held the knife in his left hand and was slashing at an angle, but was pushed away by Huang Rong with the stick, and then he raised the knife with his backhand.
This was a false move. Huang Rong didn't expect it and stumbled. Zhang Yimeng took advantage of the opportunity and used the handle of the knife to slash Huashan towards Huang Rong's face.
boom!!
This woman's reaction was not weak. Although her steps were shaky, she still blocked with a quick horizontal stick.
"Who are you exactly?"
Huang Rong looked at the evil young man in front of her and scolded him in a deep voice.
The latter smiled slightly and pushed Huang Rong away. In terms of strength, the woman was still far behind the man.
"Just a nobody."
Pushing Huang Rong away, Zhang Yimeng immediately turned around and swept backwards, killing the horse and falling flowers.
With one stroke of the knife, the feet of several swordsmen behind him were immediately cut off by Zhang Yimeng. The knife passed without leaving a trace, which shows how sharp this short knife is.
Looking at the knife hand who was still alive, Zhang Yimeng raised his right hand, twirled the dancing flower with one hand, held the handle of the knife with both hands and thrust it down hard.
"Ahh!!"
The swordsman was immediately stabbed through the heart with a dagger and died.
"furious!!"
Huang Rong behind her originally wanted to stop Zhang Yimeng, but the latter's speed was too fast, and the Beggar Clan disciple died under his sword before she could make a move.
Turning his head and grinning at Huang Rong, Zhang Yimeng suddenly turned his head and rushed towards the north. The place he passed was like a hidden dragon coming out of its cave. No one was his enemy, but unfortunately there were too many people on the other side.
Zhang Yimeng did not choose to fight with Huang Rong. He stood and retreated all the way, and soon came to the wall.
"Not good!! He wants to escape!!"
Huang Rong instantly saw Zhang Yimeng's thoughts and shouted in a loud voice.
Zhang Yimeng's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard the sound, and he gained more strength in his hands. He shook away several swordsmen in front of him with his sword. He stepped on the wall and used his strength to jump up into the sky. His body was dangling in the air. Zhang Yimeng's left hand instantly reached out and he climbed over the hurdle with one hand.
He took a step and flew onto the beam.
"Don't let him get away!!!"
At this time, several sharp-eyed disciples of the Beggar Clan climbed onto the beam. Facing the obstacle, Zhang Yimeng did not lose strength and ran quickly on the beam, slashing the throat of the opponent's swordsman with three or two knives.
Zhang Yimeng was about to continue running forward.
Suddenly a bamboo stick was held out from his side to hinder his forward movement, but Huang Rong also jumped onto the crossbar, right on the wooden post on Zhang Yimeng's left side.
At this time, the two of them rushed forward quickly, fighting fiercely with sticks and knives on the two beams. Zhang Yimeng suddenly leaned over and changed his direction, taking advantage of the situation and slashed horizontally with his backhand to force Huang Rong away. Huang Rong did not expect that he would suddenly change direction, and she
At this moment, his strength was still unabated, so he had to hurriedly pick up his stick and stand in front of him for protection.
She never expected that this boy's mind would be so calm. He was a formidable opponent.
It turned out that Zhang Yimeng instantly lowered his body, leaned forward to seduce Huang Rong to catch up, and then immediately changed direction to counterattack with a horizontal slash. Generally speaking, it is like playing basketball in later generations, dribbling the ball and changing direction to pass the opponent.
Huang Rong never expected that Zhang Yimeng would be so cunning, so it was no surprise that she would be fooled. Huang Rong, who was shaken by Zhang Yimeng, did not react slowly.
Seeing that Huang Rong blocked his own blow without any danger, Zhang Yimeng was a little discouraged, but he didn't feel surprised.
Suddenly he stabilized his body, stepped forward and slashed forward, turned around with a kite and slashed towards Huang Rong on the left side.
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However, Huang Rong narrowly avoided it by using the light body technique in the Nine Yin Manual. Zhang Yimeng was a little surprised, but he kept moving his hands, and he lowered himself and made a series of backhand blocking moves towards Huang Rong's waist and abdomen.
"mother!!!"
This thrilling scene made Guo Fu panic below.
But Huang Rong is Huang Rong after all. She possesses many magical skills and she is not an ordinary second-rate person. Huang Rong can be the first person in the second-rate realm.
Dangjie twisted his waist and raised the stick to point at Zhang Yimeng's wrist, performing the Dog Beating Stick Technique and Picking Words Technique.
If Zhang Yimeng was using his forehand at this moment, Huang Rong would probably hit the acupuncture point on his wrist.
The offensive and defensive capabilities of holding the knife in his backhand were clearly visible at this moment. Zhang Yimeng held the knife in his backhand, the blade of the knife was in line with his forearm, and the moment he raised his arm, he effectively blocked this stick attack.
Swinging out the long stick, Zhang Yimeng quickly hooked the bamboo stick with his foot to restrain Huang Rong from withdrawing the stick. Just as he was about to swing the sword, a violent surge of true energy suddenly came from beneath him.
Woo!!!
A roar like a dragon's roar came from below. Zhang Yimeng's face changed when he heard the sound, and he immediately pushed Huang Rong away, turned over and jumped off the crossbar.
Click!!
The thick beam was broken by the palm of the hand, and countless wood chips fell into the air.
As soon as Zhang Yimeng landed, he was surrounded by countless Beggar Clan disciples.
But without even looking at the men of the Beggar Clan who were eyeing him around, Zhang Yimeng looked at the old man who had landed on the high platform with a knife in his hand and said nothing.
But it was Hong Qigong who took action.
"Junior, you are quite capable. In just a few breaths, you have performed countless unique skills. Your talent is among the best among the younger generation."
Bidding farewell to the messy hair on his head, Zhang Yimeng showed his big white teeth: "Senior Hong is overly praised. I have always heard that the Beggar Clan is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. To deal with a nobody like me, it is necessary to go to war in such a big way. If word spreads, it will be against you."
The reputation of the Gang is not very good."
"Are you still a nobody?"
Hong Qigong glanced at Zhang Yimeng, who was calm and unfazed, raised his eyebrows, and then said: "Oh~ Do you want to go one-on-one with a disciple of my gang?"
There was some surprise in his words.
"Haha, I can't escape today no matter what. After all, you are always here to take charge. As for the others, hehe."
Zhang Yimeng didn't say anything, but his words did not hide his contempt for the beggar gang. He had not given up the opportunity to escape at this time. He wanted to win a chance to escape. The implication was that he was alone.