When masters compete, only a few centimeters can lead to life and death in an instant.

How could it be ridiculous to put on heavy armor and carry heavy troops?

Unless you are in a large army, with wings protecting you at the front and back, and just charging forward, this is the correct way to fight.

At the same time, this is also most of the reason for the decline of armor in the age of firearms.

If you are slow, you are a living rake...

If you really encounter a critical blow, you can't hide even if you want to.

…

Facing five barbarian warriors who charged like wild bulls.

Zhang Kun didn't make any extra moves at all.

Just fire a six-hit combo.

He wasn't far away, and the opponent didn't move quickly either. He fired six shots in a row, two of which went directly into the eyes of the two heavily armored guards...

The bullet penetrated his brain and he died silently.

The other two, when charging into the formation, hid their heads and ran quickly, bullets hit their horned helmets, causing sparks to fly.

Although they were not injured, the impact caused their steps to stutter, their bodies to tilt, and their long sword moves to be scattered.

As for Lang Yong, he was the most arrogant and rushed to the front, so he enjoyed special care.

He was shot twice in the head and forehead, causing his head to fall back and his body to stagger, exposing his flaws.

Zhang Kun took an arrow step and rushed out of the forest. His sword flashed like a sword and passed by two heavily armored guards standing like wooden stakes...

At the same time as he cut off their throats, he drew the knife with his backhand and stepped on the grass. The blade turned into light and shadow, and it penetrated into the back of Lang Yong's neck lightly and fiercely. He missed his head and shoulders and killed him with one blow.

From the beginning to the end, the five barbarian warriors were beaten the whole time, unable to make any effective defensive moves at all.

Just as Zhang Kun said.

slow.

Too slow.

Continuously build up defense and strength.

The weaknesses are too obvious.

If you are riding a big horse, wielding a long sword, and are at the front of the battle formation, you still have to fight.

However, in today's fighting situation where life and death are determined in the blink of an eye...

Such slowing down behavior is just giving away.

…

When Zhang Kun stabbed Langyong Batulu with his backhand, he felt a sharp wind in his throat, and petals bloomed in front of his eyes.

One flower, two flowers, three flowers.

There are seven huge pear flowers.

The sharp blade of the gun reflected the afterglow of the setting sun, making him unable to see anything for a moment.

I could only vaguely sense the sharp whistling of the spear's edge breaking through the wind.

The Yang family's marksmanship is best at destroying opponents head-on with upright momentum and complex and ever-changing moves.

No matter whether there is a man or a horse in front of you, a human or a ghost, if you are struck by a spear, you will never be able to escape or hide.

Thousands of pear trees are blooming, making it difficult to tell where the gun blade is, which gun is light and which is heavy?

Chen Fengming took half a step slower to guard against Zhang Kun's secret attack with a short spear. The goal was achieved, but it was too late.

When he rushed out from behind the five guards, he saw all five of them falling down, their bodies still twitching on the ground.

When things get tough, you have to be bold.

Chen Fengming was shocked by Zhang Kun's speed and sword skills, and he suppressed the fear and anger in his heart.

In an instant, my mind sank, I was a bow, my spear was an arrow, my mind was connected, and I moved forward indomitably.

Under the pressure of huge life threats, Chen Fengming felt that this was the best shot he had ever made in his life.

It is also the strongest shot.

Even if Junior Brother Li sees it, he will have to stay away, right?

This thought flashed through Chen Fengming's mind, and suddenly he felt the light of the spear in his hand.

The figure opposite has disappeared.

'not good.'

Chen Fengming's heart dropped...

At the same time, his body was falling at the same time.

Severe pain entered his mind, and he couldn't help but let out a miserable scream.

Only then did he see it out of the corner of his eye.

The opponent didn't know when, but his stature was so short that he was less than half a foot close to the ground. Like an untwisted sharp arrow, he passed by his gun and passed by his body like the wind.

The figure was swimming meanderingly, like a fish or a snake...

It gives people a cold, slippery feeling.

The sword's light was like water, passing by his knees, cutting bones and flesh, cutting wind and bamboo.

"Wandering Dragon Steps, Hidden Dragon Body, Bagua!"

After a confrontation, both knees were cut off.

The physical pain was secondary, but the mental pain was the most unbearable for Chen Fengming.

He was still thinking just now that he would show off his talents and become a successful person in the future... In this turbulent era, he would seize every opportunity to climb up and be above tens of millions of people.

But I didn't expect that all the ambitions were like a mirror, like a mirror, like a dream, and it turned out to be an empty dream.

"Your marksmanship is good, but my swordsmanship is better."

Zhang Kun bared his teeth and smiled, with blood in his eyes.

The long knife in his hand opened and spun like a wheel, breaking the wind silently. He was already ahead of Chen Fengming's desperate counterattack, and slashed through with one blow.

Chen Fengming's look of fear and unwillingness was completely frozen on his face.

The head flew up in the air, spinning around.

Zhang Kun felt the golden lights and shadows coming from all sides of the city into his eyebrows, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"It turns out that after beheading the imperial guards and the head of the patrol camp, there are still so many dragon energy points, a total of 6 points. How many evil things have you done?"

He now understood that although he only had 6 points of dragon energy, there were more than six people who resented these people. Maybe 60 people, maybe 600 people.

Only thoughts that are so full of hatred that they move heaven and earth, as if they are substantial, will be absorbed by this attribute column and denounced to oneself.

It is a heavy reward for punishing evil, and also a gratitude for redressing injustice.

Thinking of this, Zhang Kun's eyes became even more eager when he looked at Cui Yuming who was chasing after him.

"How many poor people will this save me from treating? Hundreds, or thousands?"

In this era, almost everyone who holds a high position is a scum, and it is difficult to meet a clean one.

On the surface, there is endless scenery, but behind the scenes, there are countless corpses of innocent people trampled on.

…

"It's your turn, Eunuch Cui."

Zhang Kun's figure swayed, and the long knife was dragged behind him, turning into a blur.

After crossing two or three feet in one step, he was already in front of Cui Yuming.

The grass blades were flying behind him, and the strong wind swept through, pulling out a long corridor.

"Shoot, shoot quickly."

The soul of Cui Yuming emerged.

He was just a little cautious and a little afraid of death.

Just dragging it behind you.

But I didn't expect it.

Slowing down so much is as if the mountains are far away across the water.

Baturu, the fourth-grade swordsman with a reputation for bravery in the palace, was stabbed to death with just one stab.

Among the four patrol battalions, Chen Fengming, an outstanding expert among his peers, was killed with a knife.

Just two breaths.
To be continued...