Zhang Zhaozhong is the number one master in Wudang today and is Lu Feiqing's junior brother.
He had a strong desire for fame and fortune, and was not satisfied with practicing Taoism day after day with a simple meal. He pledged allegiance to the Qing court several years ago and became an imperial guard.
People in the world made fun of him, saying that he had fallen from grace and was willing to serve as a court hawk. But for the emperor, there was nothing better than a loyal dog with such strong martial arts skills. Therefore, Qianlong repeatedly moved him and let him go in less than ten years.
Promoted to a waiting guard.
Zhang Zhaozhong did not care about the contempt for him in the world, but was even more grateful for the emperor's kindness. No matter he was a follower or went out to do things under orders, he did his best.
Now, his arrival made Emperor Qianlong breathe a sigh of relief.
After bowing and answering in front of the emperor, Fukang'an, who had full responsibility for the bodyguard, began to arrange the work.
Fukang'an wanted the bodyguard group led by Zhang Zhaozhong to guard outside the emperor's room as the last barrier.
Who knows, Zhang Ruzhong has his own ideas.
He wanted to take the initiative and solve the demon in one fell swoop, thereby achieving great success.
Fukang'an was stunned for a moment, then mentioned to him the powerful martial arts of Daoxuan Demon Dao, and advised him not to underestimate the enemy, and that it would be safer to stay here.
Zhang Zhaozhong had never met Li Jiang in person. He had only heard a few words about this evil way from other people when he came here in a hurry.
He has always regarded people in the world as nothing, stubbornly believing that it is not that the other party is too cunning, but that he is too weak.
So he curled his lips and said disdainfully: "This evil way is just a little faster with the sword and a little weird with the movement, but it is nothing to worry about when it comes to absolute strength."
After finishing speaking, he knelt down and asked Qianlong for a fight.
Qianlong saw that his morale was high and he looked confident, so he nodded with a smile and agreed.
Zhang Zhaozhong was full of ambition after receiving the order. He went out and arranged for the rest of the bodyguards to guard the emperor's palace, and then strode to the outskirts of the camp.
Since General Huzhou came with him, he had met several times on the same journey. He thought about it and entered the Huzhou military camp.
Zhang Zhaozhong brought the emperor's oral instructions. After learning about it, the general received him warmly and was pulled back by him to mutter for a while.
The sky is darkening and night is coming.
Sure enough, a man in black broke into the guarded perimeter.
Following the shouts of the brave soldiers, the man in black revealed his weapon, a long sword with a cold light.
Zhang Ruzhong, who had been waiting impatiently, arrived in time. When he saw it, he couldn't help but be startled. Didn't he think that this assassin was a demon? Why was he wearing black clothes and covering his face, but using a sword instead of a knife?
Hmm... I heard that he has many tricks up his sleeve. Maybe he has some new tricks up his sleeve?
Seeing that Demon Dao was surrounded, Zhang Zhaozhong was not in a hurry to take action. He watched this person's martial arts attentively and made an assessment first.
In Zhang Zhaozhong's opinion, Yao Dao's martial arts are really good. Most of his swordsmanship is thrusting, and his sword moves are light and strange, virtual and real. Every time he throws a sword, when the soldiers parry, it is thrust from another angle.
It’s hard to guard against.
Later, the dozens of Qing soldiers involved in the siege were at a loss as to what to do, and they were killed by him less and less.
Zhang Zhaozhong found out that his martial arts was still one or two steps behind his own. Thinking of this, he was secretly happy that I would be the one to master this great martial arts.
So, he drew his sword and shouted: "You all get out of the way and let me deal with this shameless person!"
The besieging Qing soldiers were all dead, and those who were still standing hurriedly retreated as if they had been granted amnesty.
When the masked man heard Zhang Zhaozhong's cry, he was stunned, thinking why am I so shameless? Are you saying that I am here to assassinate the emperor?
He couldn't help but think too much, Zhang Zhaozhong had already raised his sword and handed it over to him.
"Ding Ding Dang Dang" suddenly sounded, and the two made each other with each other.
Zhang Zhao's heavy sword moves were not as fancy as the masked man's, but he relied on his deep inner strength to use the "stick" technique in Wudang swordsmanship to restrain the masked man's long sword, preventing him from fully deploying his sword skills.
The masked man's rhythm was interrupted, and he gradually fell into a disadvantage. Finally, after the two exchanged positions, he saw the person clearly through the light of the torch, and shouted out loud: "You are Fire Hand Judge Zhang Zhaozhong!"
"Well, do you recognize me? You've heard of my reputation, so why don't you just go ahead and capture me!" Zhang Zhaozhong smiled proudly, but felt that something was wrong.
"Don't even think about it, I can't wait to tear you into pieces." The masked man responded in a low voice, and also increased the output of his internal power and began to attack with all his might.
Zhang Zhaozhong carefully resolved his moves. After a few more moves, he suddenly said loudly: "No, you are not that demon. You are using the Tianshan Three-Point Sword Technique."
He was a little suspicious when he first watched it. The sword technique used by the masked man was a bit imaginary, but it was specious. So he did not immediately confirm the opponent's technique.
The Tianshan Three-Point Sword Technique was created by Tianshan Double Eagle, so of course he couldn't recognize it.
But when he fought against the masked man and dozens of moves passed, he could feel the unique method of using internal energy of his opponent Tianshan Sect, so he thought of the Tianshan Three-Point Sword Technique that was widely rumored in the martial arts recently, and immediately confirmed it.
Already.
After the masked man was called out, his moves couldn't help but slow down. Zhang Zhaozhong took advantage of his distraction and slashed his head with his sword.
Lightning flashed in front of his eyes, and the masked man quickly leaned back in order to avoid the sword's edge.
Zhang Zhaozhong's sword passed flatly across his face. Although it did not cause any harm to him, it cut off a strand of his hair.
Before his hair fell to the ground, Zhang Zhaozhong flipped his wrist, raised the blade of his sword and started to chop it down.
Seeing that the masked man was about to be split in half by the sword, a touch of gold flew silently. With a "dang" sound, Zhang Zhaozhong felt his hand go numb and he could no longer hold the sword, letting it fly out.
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Zhang Ruzhong concentrated his mind and without hesitation, slapped the masked man who was still hunched over with his palm.
He has a fierceness of his own and vows to leave the current person behind and then seek support from the other party.
Halfway through the palm, a figure suddenly appeared. He pulled the masked man away with one hand, and raised his other hand to hold the palm he had patted down.
A dull sound of "bang" resounded throughout the audience, and Zhang Zhaozhong immediately felt like he was flying.
During the flight, his whole body was burning hot, stars were shining in his eyes, and an inner breath was rushing through his body.
"Ah ah ah", Zhang Zhaozhong fell into the crowd of onlookers and knocked over a circle of soldiers. He lay on top of a fat man and vomited blood from his mouth.
Ignoring the fat man's weak moans, he pressed his palm on the fat man's face, forced himself to sit up, and his eyes regained clarity.
Only then could he see clearly that the person who slapped him was a young Taoist priest in Taoist attire.
"You, you are the mysterious demon." Zhang Zhaozhong raised his hand and pointed at the other party with great difficulty.
The Taoist priest did not admit it, but said to him with a smile: "The Fire Hand Judge has such a great reputation, but that's all. He can't even receive a palm from me."
As he said this, he showed a look of regret: "Oh, it's hard to live up to your reputation... I'll say goodbye."
The demonic path carried the masked man, and in the dull gazes of everyone, he rose and fell before disappearing.