Zhang Ziyu rolled his eyes and complained: "You are the one who steals the show, right?"
The two figures were exposed in front of everyone. Peng Lianhu and others' expressions changed, and they exclaimed in surprise: "It's them!"
Obviously, Huang Rong's firearms and Zhang Ziyu's appearance of hitting the sky with a hammer left a deep impression on them. At this time, when the two appeared, they were naturally wary.
There was only one person whose expression was completely different, showing obsession and amazement, and that was Ouyang Ke himself.
Although Ouyang Ke was an out-and-out lustful wolf, at the age of thirty-five or six, he had robbed many women from good families and made them his concubines.
With his current appearance, he obviously has a crush on Huang Rong.
"Zhang Ziyu, kill the man in white."
Huang Rong noticed Ouyang Ke's eyes and showed an expression of disgust, so she said angrily to Zhang Ziyu.
Zhang Ziyu narrowed his eyes and said, "What a coincidence, I want to kill him too."
With a movement of his body, he used Qing Kung to cross dozens of meters and jumped into the crowd.
I have to say that before practicing Taoism and learning how to fly, Qing Gong, something that killed Mr. Newton, was still very good.
"Okay, I'll throw myself into a trap and I'll kill you all together."
When Yang Kang saw the person coming, he was furious. He just remembered the conflict that day and wanted to kill Zhang Ziyu and Huang Rong immediately.
Not only did the two of them have a grudge against him, but now they also knew his life experience, so it would be a good idea to kill him.
When Ouyang Ke heard this, he quickly said: "Young prince, I can't kill that woman, how about leaving it to me?"
Zhang Ziyu's face turned dark when he heard this. He wants to pick up his own girl in front of him. You are really brave.
"Brother Zhang, be careful, they have great martial arts skills."
Guo Jing was also injured. When he saw Zhang Ziyu coming down, he quickly called out a warning.
"Don't worry, it's not a big problem."
Zhang Ziyu replied casually, but Wang Chuyi looked nervous and said: "Zhang Shaoxia, we should leave first. You may not be their match."
"Master Taoist, it's a good time to rest, just take a look."
After Zhang Ziyu said that, the tyrant armor suddenly appeared on his body. Although he did not transform, his appearance was much colder with the armor on his body.
"Come together, you will all die today."
"Humph, what a loud tone."
Ouyang Ke was the first to refuse. He used Qinggong, which was a thousand miles away, and instantly rushed in front of Zhang Ziyu. Master Lingzhi followed closely behind him, holding a copper cymbal, and attacked Zhang Ziyu from the left, vowing to chop Zhang Ziyu.
into two halves.
Zhang Ziyu did not dodge and reached out to catch it. Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi's expressions changed greatly. The young man was holding his arm in fear.
However, there was a clang, and Zhang Ziyu held the cymbal firmly. The sharp edge could not scratch Zhang Ziyu's armor at all, and the steady arm was like an iron claw.
"Goodbye, great monk."
Zhang Ziyu started his Bajiquan, and then like a thunderous blow, he hit the cymbal hard, making a kacha sound, and the cymbal suddenly turned into pieces.
Master Lingzhi was shocked, his face suddenly changed, and in desperation, he hit Zhang Ziyu on the shoulder with his poisonous sand palm, trying to force Zhang Ziyu away from the attack.
But Zhang Ziyu went forward instead and was attacked by the poisonous sand palm. Zhang Ziyu raised his hand and punched him.
The punch was so fierce that Master Lingzhi only felt a huge force coming from him, and then starting from his arm, the power spread like a wave.
"Kacha"
In an instant, Master Lingzhi's arm was broken directly, and the white bone stubble pierced the arm, bringing out bright red blood.
Even under the protection of internal strength, the entire arm was broken and twisted, looking like a twisted section of bamboo.
"My hand!"
Master Lingzhi was wailing in pain. No matter how good his concentration was, he still couldn't control himself when he saw his arm in this state.
Anyone with a discerning eye can already see that even if the spiritual master is not dead, he is probably useless.
But will Zhang Ziyu let Master Lingzhi survive?
Obviously not.
At this time, Zhang Ziyu changed from his usual lazy look, and the aura of Master Baodan condensed. At this time, Zhang Ziyu looked like a tiger descending from the mountain, or like a straight spear cutting through the sky.
He took a step forward and grabbed Master Lingzhi with his hand. There was a kacha sound, his shoulder was shattered, and even the sternum line was destroyed by this grab.
If you look closely, you will see that this grip has the charm of ancient martial arts and the sharpness of the divine claws.
Master Lingzhi vomited blood and fell to the ground. His face was as pale as a piece of white paper. At this time, he was outgoing too much air and not taking in enough air.
Looking at Ouyang Ke who was attacking at the same time, he was already trying to stop his movements, then turned around and ran away.
This young man's aura seemed to be no worse than that of his uncle Ouyang Feng, if not even deeper.
"Can you run away?"
Ouyang Ke wanted to run away, but Zhang Ziyu had already set his sights on him. He moved and ducked in front of Ouyang Ke.
Ouyang Ke's expression changed drastically: "My uncle is Ouyang Feng."
If something goes wrong, call dad immediately.
Zhang Ziyu smiled: "I know your father is Ouyang Feng, but it's useless."
As he said this, Zhang Ziyu stepped forward and with an elbow, Ouyang Ke flew out. Then his bones came out of his body and a section of his spine was broken.
Blood stained his chest, and he lost his breath in an instant.
"Shoot the arrow, shoot the arrow quickly!"
Zhang Ziyu killed the two strongest men in an instant. How could the remaining Peng Lianhu and others dare to continue to move forward? They fled to the soldiers' formation with Yang Kang and others, and immediately gave the order to release arrows.
At this time, how could the father and son care about Bao Xiruo's life?
Killing this terrifying master, the most important thing is that the two of them survive.
Zhang Ziyu was dressed in armor and had also practiced horizontal kung fu. If the arrow missed him, it would be the same as tickling, no, not even as good as tickling.
However, Guo Jing and the others do not have such a strong defense. If the arrows fall, they will definitely be offline.
The Licker's Claw appeared in Zhang Ziyu's hand, and then several tentacles surged and swept straight into the air with arrows. In an instant, most of the arrows were missed and swept away by the tentacles.
On the rooftop in the distance, the rifle in Huang Rong's hand kept firing. The warrior reacted extremely quickly. Even if it wasn't a submachine gun, the rate of fire was still frighteningly fast.
After a while, many of the golden soldiers were killed by bullets, and the camp suddenly became chaotic, with many people exclaiming about sorcery.
Zhang Ziyu moved and rushed into the formation. Peng Lianhu stood in front of Yang Kang and his son. Zhang Ziyu grabbed him with one hand. He didn't even have a chance to react and was caught to death on the spot.
Wanyan Honglie and Yang Kang's expressions changed greatly, their hearts sank to the bottom, but they knew there was no escape.
With their little effort, anyone in front of them can kill them with just one move.
"Young hero, please spare my life and Kang'er's life. I will agree to whatever conditions you want."
Zhang Ziyu said: "If you don't let go, you will always have to pay it back if you come out to fool around. You are a Jin man, and your ancestors have been stained with blood on this ground, and you are very smart. You are still thinking about taking Yue Wumu's things. You should be killed."
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Zhang Ziyu looked at Yang Kang, who didn't know what his state of mind was. Between the ups and downs, his anger made him no longer depressed.
"What about me! Why did you kill me? Is it because I considered a thief my father?"
Veins popped up on his face. Today's events were really difficult for him to accept. Even now, he wanted to know if it was all his fault?
Zhang Ziyu shook his head and said: "Who do you recognize as your father? I can't say whether it's right or wrong. Qiu Chuji did not do it right, but since you recognized me, you are a golden man, and you wanted to kill me just now, so you have to die too."
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After Zhang Ziyu finished speaking, he reached out and pinched their necks, and with a "kacha" sound, they died at the same time.
The Jin people were killed by Huang Rong with a rifle and their lineup was thrown into chaos. Now seeing the death of the prince, they immediately lost their military morale and were completely defeated, and then they all turned around and ran away.
For a moment, the entire street was in a mess, leaving only corpses and blood stains, and the stunned Qiu Chuji crowd.
"Call it done"
Zhang Ziyu glanced at Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi. They both thought Zhang Ziyu was not good just now, but now they were slapped in the face.
Especially Qiu Chuji, who was directly named by Zhang Ziyu. Although he was angry, he did not dare to say anything and could only look at Zhang Ziyu awkwardly.
"Many...thank you young hero for saving me."
Qiu Chuji reluctantly stood up and thanked Zhang Ziyu. After all, he was a disciple of Quanzhen. No matter how embarrassed he was, he had to be polite.
Zhang Ziyu didn't even look at him and said, "Don't thank me. You have nothing to do with this matter. Taoist priest Qiu, if you don't change your temper in the future, try to be alone. Don't do anything."
If you bring trouble to others, they will not be able to bear it."
"you......."
"What are you doing, or else I'll be a guest of Quanzhen in the sky?"
Qiu Chuji's expression suddenly changed, his face turned red and he dared not speak. Although this man's martial arts were weird, he was obviously among the top five and should not be easily provoked.