Zhao Zheng fell to the ground first. His body was basically intact. Only one cuff was cut and a piece of broken cloth fell. On the other hand, Li Wankun was much more serious than him. He had two full cuts on his body. Although it was not
It's very deep, but it also hurts the flesh and blood.
Little bits of blood fell on the ground, blending with the blood stains already on the ground.
A large amount of sword energy that did not hit the target flew away with the wind of the palm, and landed on the wall like a crazy painter, scribbling on the wall, leaving messy traces.
"Uh..." Li Wankun stretched out his fingers and put a few points on the injured chest to stop the bleeding. His face became increasingly ugly. Through the first round of confrontation, he felt Zhao Zheng's strength in a more direct way.
Deep and shallow, it is precisely because Zhao Zheng's strength has been initially discovered that his face becomes even more ugly!
The warriors' battles were all completed in an instant. The moment the two settled down, Xue Laoliu, who came from behind, came over and directed a pair of cannon-like fists in a straight trajectory towards Zhao Zheng, who had just landed.
It exploded out. Wherever the fist wind passed, the sound of explosions sounded one after another!
The sweeping wind of the fist blew the black hair on Zhao Zheng's forehead and the corners of his clothes, and his clothes clung to his skin. If it were an ordinary person facing this wind of fist, he would definitely be forced to do so.
He had to close his eyes, but Zhao Zheng still kept his eyes wide open and did not close them.
Only with your eyes open can you see the enemy's offensive and quickly calculate various possibilities.
No matter how violent the fist is, it is just a physical punch, and no matter how fierce the fist wind is, it does not have as wide an attack range as the sword energy.
Using one's own strengths to attack another's weaknesses is the advantage of holding a long weapon. Zhao Zheng firmly grasped this advantage and swung the Zichu sword in his hand. An arc of sword energy spread from the bottom right to the top, starting from Xue Laoliu.
His fists passed through the middle and went straight to the fierce face.
Xue Laoliu's eyes froze, and he was forced to change his moves by the sword energy. He retracted his left fist and slammed the sword energy and sword body in mid-air with his right fist. He relied on the strong energy on his fist to
, smashing the sword energy and the sword body to one side at the same time. The sword energy and strength collided with each other, causing an explosion. The sword energy was blown away and turned into countless small sword energy as small as blades. These
The scattered sword energy cut Xue Laoliu's clothes and arms, and also injured Zhao Zheng himself.
Relying on this punch to resolve the offensive in front of him, Xue Laoliu punched out the left fist that he had just retracted, and hit Zhao Zhengzheng's door relentlessly. Killing people with one punch has always been his favorite thing to do. He
This punch was neither weak nor fast, but after it was thrown, it failed to hit the target smoothly and was blocked by Zhao Zheng's left fist.
The two fists hit each other hard, the index finger hit the little finger, the middle finger hit the ring finger, the ring finger hit the middle finger, and the little finger hit the index finger. The eight fingers became the vanguard of releasing the violent power, and also became the first to withstand the enemy's power.
A barrier.
"bump!!!"
There was a muffled sound in front of the door, and a strong wind swept out, blowing away the extremely fresh blood on the ground, as if someone was splashing ink with a brush soaked in red ink.
As long as there is a confrontation, there will be a result, and this time is no exception.
"Kick, kick, kick..." Xue Laoliu was so shocked that he took several steps back and landed on the wall before stopping. Then he vomited a large mouthful of blood and his face became much pale. He obviously suffered severe internal injuries.
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Zhao Zheng, who had withstood the same destructive force, only took two steps back without vomiting blood and his face was still rosy.
The confrontation between the two immediately highlighted the absolute gap in strength. No matter how well Xue Laoliu practiced his double fists, he would never be able to defeat Zhao Zheng, who was superior to him. Even if the difference in moves were put aside, the strength alone
In the competition, he was no match.
In an instant, Zhao Zheng defeated the two of them one after another. Although he was sandwiched between the two, he had an absolute advantage. His figure holding the sword awe-inspiring quickly enlarged in the eyes of the two Wuying Gang members, becoming extremely terrifying.
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"If you can let me go, I can donate all my property to you. This money will at least be enough..." Li Wankun's expression changed rapidly, he hugged his fists towards Zhao Zheng and discussed.
But before the gang leader could finish what he said, Zhao Zheng immediately interrupted: "I am not someone who can be bought with money. Today's matter is a foregone conclusion. Before my sword thrusts out again, you can use it to explain your last words. If
It's too late, I'm afraid I won't even have the chance to say my last words."
Seeing Zhao Zheng speaking so decisively and coldly, Li Wankun's eyes twitched, and he immediately moved his palms and attacked Zhao Zheng. He understood that now it was an insoluble deadlock, and the only way to break it was to fight to the death.
war!
At the same time, the Beast King Xue Laoliu also gritted his teeth and attacked, forming a pincer attack with the gang leader, trapping Zhao Zheng in the middle.
The war broke out again. Faced with the simultaneous attack of the two men, Zhao Zheng did not show any panic at all. His wrist shook, and the Zichu Sword in his hand suddenly burst out with powerful three-color light, which were white, gold and green. Three different lights.
It is like three small luminous snakes, irregularly wrapped around the sword. The white light is centered, the golden light is sharp, and the green light is soft.
Zhao Zheng swung out his sword and used the exquisite yet powerful Canglong Sword Technique. He used the sharp sword energy to protect himself and waited for an opportunity to counterattack.
The three people started a fierce melee at the door of the room. The three silhouettes suddenly separated and criss-crossed, and loud noises were heard one after another. The door and walls of the room were constantly impacted by the aftermath of the battle, and many scars and cracks appeared.
Even the whole room has a tendency to collapse!
Ten rounds, just ten rounds later.
"Ah! Ah!"
Two screams came out almost at the same time. Xue Laoliu, who was missing an arm, flew backwards and landed heavily on the ground. A large amount of blood spurted out from the wound on his left shoulder. Li Wankun flew backwards in the other direction. Although
There were no missing arms or legs, but he had turned into a bloody man, and his injuries were also serious.
Zhao Zheng also turned into a bloody man, with a lot of blood on his body, but the blood was not his, but the enemy's. He shook the cold sword in his hand, held a sword flower in his hand, and held the sword
He put his body across his cheek and whispered softly: "Come again!"
Hearing this, the two members of the Wuying Gang did not move, but looked horrified together. The reason why they did not move was because they did not want to die in a hurry, which was not a pleasant thing.
"Lao Liu, you and I are no match for him if we work together. His swordsmanship has traces of the Taishan sect, so he must be a disciple of the Taishan sect. I'm here to entangle him, and you go and bring the meat ticket. Maybe there's something better
A glimmer of hope!" Li Wankun shouted with his thoughts racing.
The so-called meat ticket naturally refers to Lei Yong. Since he cannot defeat Zhao Zheng, he can only use hostages to threaten Zhao Zheng.
After hearing this, Xue Laoliu, whose eyes turned red, woke up as if from a dream. He gritted his teeth and clicked on the acupuncture points around the broken arm, then turned and rushed to the room on the side of the corridor, intending to take the imprisoned Lei Yong with him.
Come.
Faced with this move, Zhao Zheng did not rush to stop him, but took the opportunity to attack Li Wankun, who was the only one left. As soon as the figure flashed, he rushed to Li Wankun, and slashed the sword in his hand, and the sword passed by
At this point, the sword energy suddenly arose, like an angry white dragon swooping down, with a roaring sound, and pounced hard on Li Wankun's face.
Li Wankun quickly dodged to avoid it, and waved a pair of fleshy palms, using the blade-like palm edges to slash Zhao Zheng's wrist, creating a sharp palm wind. Wherever the palm wind passed, it did not hit Zhao Zheng's wrist, but
It hit the sharp sword edge. It turned out that Zhao Zheng retracted his hand at the critical moment. This action avoided the attack, and he launched a counterattack, swiping the sharp sword body and the sword energy as powerful as a dragon.
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This time, Li Wankun couldn't dodge and was hit in the chest by the dragon-like sword energy, and this was the fatal spot!
Zhao Zheng's eyes widened. He seized this perfect opportunity and suddenly activated his internal energy in his Dantian. The sword energy he swung instantly increased several times, even lighting up the entire room. The sword energy, which was half a foot wide, directly hit Li Wankun.
The body was split in two. This sword was fatal, but Zhao Zheng did not stop attacking. Instead, he swung the sword several times at the body that was split into two.
Every time the sword is drawn out, a cold light will be emitted, and the cold light will continue to superimpose, illuminating the room like daylight. Every time the sword is drawn out, there will be a sound of flesh and bone breaking, and the sounds will be superimposed together to form a loud noise.
With one breath and one breath, Zhao Zheng swung his nine swords. When he reappeared, he had landed at the end of the room in a half-crouching posture, while Li Wankun's body was still in the middle of the room.
"Puff, bang, clang..."
Various sounds sounded, and Li Wankun had already turned into several pieces.
Zhao Zheng slowly straightened up and swung the sword in his hand hard. All the blood spots on the sword were scattered on the wall. He slowly inserted the clean Zichu sword back into the sheath and turned around.
He looked towards the corridor across from the room.
"You little bastard, stop it. If you move again, I will kill this guy Lei Yong!" Xue Laoliu shouted angrily, pinching Lei Yong's neck with his remaining right hand, and pulled the still unconscious man to death.
Lei Yong walked from the room to the corridor.
"Okay, I'll listen to you, just don't move." Zhao Zheng remained calm.
"Gang leader!"
"If you want me to die so much, just come over and take my life. I'm afraid you don't have the ability or the chance." Zhao Zheng snorted lightly.
After he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in the corner of the corridor, from the lower right to the top, and suddenly struck Xue Laoliu, who was caught off guard, and cut open the latter's thick neck. The cold light flashed in mid-air.
After passing by, he then made a circuitous circle and shot at Xue Laoliu again from another angle. He repeated this several times, stabbing the most vulnerable points several times in a row!
The power of the cold light gradually faded, and finally flew to Zhao Zheng on the other side, falling into the latter's hands.
Zhao Zheng clamped the cold light between two fingers. The rapidly moving cold light finally revealed its shape, and it turned out to be the Cloud-Piercing Sword!
It turned out that he had long been wary of the Wuying Gang using Lei Yong as a threat, so he deliberately threw the Cloud-Piercing Sword on the ground during the fight. The top-grade sword has a sword spirit and can fly on its own even if no one is urging it.
No harm. Although he came here alone tonight, he actually has two good helpers, Chuanyunjian and Zichujian, who can move freely!
"Uh..." Xue Laoliu's cut throat made a strange sound, with a look of pain on his face, and finally fell to the ground. Lei Yong, who was caught by him, also fell into a pool of blood.
In a short period of time, Zhao Zheng killed all the disciples of the Wuying Gang in the house like a god of murder, and uprooted this evil-doing gang. Although the Wuying Gang still had some minions outside, they were all insignificant.
They are just little shrimps. All the backbones of the Wuying Gang have died tonight, under his sword.
Zhao Zheng put away the Cloud Piercer Sword, walked towards Lei Yong step by step, and said with a smile: "It's a pity that you are not a beauty, otherwise tonight would be a good show of a hero saving a beauty."
Lei Yong was probably drugged and was still in a coma and did not give an answer.
Zhao Zheng temporarily placed Lei Yong against the wall, then searched up and down the house, collecting all the martial arts secrets, graded weapons, property, etc. into the warehouse. He made a small profit.
After that, he carried Lei Yong on his back and took him away from the place of right and wrong.
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The table is filled with various dishes, each dish is exquisitely cooked, and it can be said that it is full of color and fragrance. Wisps of hot air mixed with rich fragrance float up and disperse in the air, stimulating people's sense of smell.
Zhao Zheng was actually not too hungry, but after smelling the aroma, he still whetted his appetite. Today he was a guest, and the guests he was invited to were Lei Ming and his son. He rescued Lei Yong from the gangsters, and Lei Ming said to
He was naturally grateful.
Although Lei Ming lost his temper after Lei Yong was brought back, anyone could see that the swordsman was still very happy in his heart. After all, he was just such a son. No matter how harsh he said, he always felt happy in his heart.
Still inexplicably concerned.
"Why are you still standing there, why don't you kowtow to your savior!" Lei Ming yelled, his voice making the whole room tremble.
"Yes, Father." Lei Yong responded with a wry smile. As expected, he walked to Zhao Zheng's side and pretended to kneel down.
"Absolutely not!" Zhao Zheng stood up quickly and stretched out his hands to stop Lei Yong, "There is gold under a man's knees. There is no reason to kneel to the sky and kneel to his parents. There is no reason to kneel to outsiders."
"You saved this kid's life and showed him the kindness to rebuild his life. It's appropriate for him to kowtow to you," Lei Ming said.
"It's just a trivial matter, it doesn't matter. As a disciple of Taishan Sect, I can't just sit back and ignore things like this. Even if there is some kindness, I don't need Mr. Lei to kneel down to repay me. And Mr. Lei is a few years older than me.
Regardless of his age, he is still my brother, so I cannot let him kneel down to me." Zhao Zheng shook his head and said.
The two sides went back and forth for a while, but Zhao Zheng refused to let Lei Yong kneel down for him. Seeing Zhao Zheng's resolute attitude, Lei Ming had no choice but to give up and let Lei Yong bow and toast to express his gratitude.
The bow was still acceptable, so Zhao Zheng did not refuse anymore. He accepted the gift honestly, raised his glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
Lei Ming, as Lei Yong's father, naturally had to express his gratitude to Zhao Zheng. He demoted himself and offered Zhao Zheng a glass of wine.
After a few glasses of wine, everyone began to eat. During the meal, Lei Ming asked about the details of what happened.
Although Zhao Zheng had already told the story in front of everyone and lied that he had discovered clues by chance and tracked down the Wuying Gang's lair, he did not explain it in detail at the time, but simply sketched a few details.
Just a sentence.
When Lei Ming asked about it, Zhao Zheng had to restate it and explain the matter half-truth and half-falsehood. Although it sounded too coincidental, out of politeness, Lei Ming did not raise any questions and thanked him again.
After a while.
Verbal thanks were not enough to express Lei Ming's gratitude. He immediately stood up and walked to the back room, brought back a high-grade sword named "Chongshan Sword", offered it with both hands, and wanted to give it to Zhao Zheng.
Although this heavy mountain sword is not as good as the Zichu sword, it is still a high-quality sword of good quality, and it is quite valuable as a thank you gift.
But Zhao Zheng had a magic weapon like Zichu Sword in his hand, and there was no shortage of high-grade swords. Moreover, his real purpose was not in this, so he declined: "Master Lei, I can't accept this sword. If you really want to
Thank me, I have another thing to ask of you, and I hope you can fulfill it."
You have to use different methods to deal with different people. Lei Ming is a happy person, so it is better to speak directly. If you beat around the bush, you will look petty.
"Please accept this sword. If you have anything else to ask of me, just say it and I promise to help you." Lei Ming pushed the heavy mountain sword forward again.
"What I'm asking for is quite big. You'd better listen to what I have to say." Zhao Zheng smiled and pushed the heavy mountain sword back.
"Okay, then you talk first."
"To tell you the truth, I have admired your famous "Thunder Step" for a long time, Master Lei. I wonder if you can teach me this light skill? If you can teach me, I will definitely learn it hard and carry forward this light skill.
And I promise you that it will not be passed on to anyone else." Zhao Zheng stopped his smile and said seriously.
"You want to learn my Thunder Step?" Lei Ming was stunned for a moment, with a look of hesitation on his face. In terms of value, this Thunder Step is even more valuable than this heavy mountain sword. If it were given to an outsider like Zhao Zheng, he would really let him
He was a little reluctant to give up. But when he thought of Zhao Zheng's rescue of Lei Yong, he gave up this hesitation. After all, no matter how precious a martial art is, its value cannot be greater than his son's life. If he cherishes his broomstick and refuses to
It was too unreasonable to pass the Thunder Step to Zhao Zheng, "Okay!" He struggled internally for a while and finally agreed, "Since you want to learn my Thunder Step, I will teach it to you.
Come and repay your kindness for saving my son."
"Thank you, Master Lei!" Zhao Zheng's eyes lit up and he said with great joy. (To be continued.)
