Zhang Wuji stretched out his hands and clenched his fists, full of strength. Although Jiuyang's true qi is gone, the power is still there. Spiritual energy doesn't know if it's still there? Can it still be used? But it doesn't seem to be needed now.

Zhang Wuji put aside the question of Jiuyang's true qi for the time being, now is not the right time to think about this issue. However, just by virtue of his physical quality, his fighting ability was more than twice as strong as before, and he became excited, hesitating whether to try Xingyi Quan or Tai Chi first.

He didn't know that the two strokes he hauled at random didn't see a specific trajectory in Temur's eyes.

The crossbow guns passed, the arrows rained down, Zhang Wuji stood there as if he was nothing, looked at his hands, and the crossbow guns and sharp arrows flew to him as if they automatically avoided the target.

This was beyond Temur's comprehension, and he blew the horn in his hand, completely devoid of his usual rhythm, and his eyes were full of despair.

Zhang Wuji stepped forward one step at a time, and arrived in front of the ballista with one step, if he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have almost crashed into the ballista.

He didn't care to feel the amazing changes that had taken place in him. Raising his foot, he kicked the ballista in the way, and with a "clang", the ballista was kicked and scattered, and all kinds of scattered parts shot forward, and the speed was not much slower than the ballista it fired.

"Ahh,......h

Zhang Wuji's eyes lit up, his body was like electricity, and he walked forward at great speed, one by one, some kicked forward, and some kicked in the left and right directions.

These ordinary Tartar elite warriors couldn't catch Zhang Wuji's figure at all, and could only hear the continuous "clang" sound of the ballista falling apart in front of them, followed by all kinds of strange-shaped ballista stumps flying towards them.

Temur held the horn and blew it mechanically, and a piece of remnant iron flew in Leng Buding, right in the chest, holding the left hand of the horn, the forearm was broken instantly, the chest collapsed deeply, and his eyes fell to the ground in confusion, muttering: "Evergreen sky, long ,......" He has fought all his life, and he doesn't understand how he can meet an enemy like Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji didn't know that Temur, the commander of the crossbow team, had been killed, he just wanted to find a way.

When the trumpet in Temur's hand blew wildly, Su He, the commander of the crossbowmen, gave the order to attack freely, and after many years of combat experience, he immediately realized that Temur's crossbow team was about to fail.

Sure enough, within a few breaths of Temur's horn, the crossbow team in front of him began to be confused, and soon this confusion spread to the crossbow team, and he also gave the order to fire freely in time.

Zhang Wuji kicked Zhenghuan, and suddenly a sharp arrow shot straight at his face, which happened very accidentally.

He clenched his right hand into a fist and struck at the sharp arrow, and the arrow made of fine iron was immediately torn apart, and the entire shaft of the arrow exploded.

The skin of the fist was not broken, and he didn't feel pain, he felt very incredible in his heart, although he dared to make such an attempt before, but it was wrapped in Jiuyang True Qi, and he would also feel a slight pain.

"Fighting with the Yin Yang Archmage is a blessing in disguise." Zhang Wuji was secretly happy.

He laughed and attacked forward, without using Xingyi Quan and Tai Chi, one punch and one kick were extremely casual, just because it was suitable, because it was comfortable, he punched out or kicked it out, as if he was taking a leisurely walk, but his steps were much faster.

Wei Yixiao and the others avoided the first wave of guns and arrows in the bunker, and they didn't see the second wave for a long time. Wei Yixiao jumped out of cover first, just in time to see Zhang Wuji showing his might in the crossbow team, and with his skills, he could naturally see Zhang Wuji's movements clearly. But because he saw it clearly, he was stunned by Zhang Wuji's casual hand.

In the past, Zhang Wuji was extremely wild when he fought, striving for practicality in every move, and never wasting any effort to pursue the beauty of his moves. Even so, his moves are still traceable and have a certain trajectory.

When Zhang Wuji fights now, he just throws a punch and kicks it at random, but this punch and kick are extremely heavy. Overall, this one feeling is too bullying.

Wei Yixiao's heart really felt that it was too bullying. "The leader of the sect beating the Tartars is completely an adult teaching a lesson, which is too bullying. People are more popular than people, I am also congenital, what is the difference, compared with the sect leader, I can't mix, it's too bullying. ”

There were more and more people around Wei Yixiao, and there was no quiet word. Hou Cheng's eyes only had admiration, and Fan Yao's eyes were not credible except for surprise.

People, how can they be so strong?

Is this still human?

The heads of the six major factions are secretly speculating.

The rise of Zhang Wuji's fight, the famous "General's Order-Men's Travel" suddenly popped up in his mind, and these two small passages were Zhang Gong's favorites, almost to the point of reciting them backwards.

"Yanhuangdi, many heroes, with one enemy and a hundred people are not afraid.

People are not cowardly, Qiu Bixue, look at my Chinese man's blood.

The blood of a boy is self-heroic, and his pride runs through his chest and heart like iron.

……

Children's love, and throw it away, Hanhai Zhi, only this decision.

The man travels thousands of miles with his sword, and he cuts Hu Qi all the way for thousands of miles.

……”

He recited loudly, the sound was like thunder, and the song resounded in the sky above the capital, from the south to the king of Ruyang and others on the tower of the south city gate, and to the emperor Mengyuan in the palace in the north, they were all clearly audible, as if Zhang Wuji was singing loudly beside them.

Every time Zhang Wuji recited a word, he already punched out ten punches and twenty punches in his hand, and he had already entered the team of crossbowmen. Don't forget to change the anachronistic text into the current one.

"Men are good, be violent. Things and benevolence do not stand.

Men should kill people, and kill mercilessly.

Immortal karma is all in killing.

……

You don't see,

The Confucianism swarmed up the strong man to die, and Shenzhou boasted of benevolence and righteousness from then on.

Once the Central Plains was chaotic, the scholars ran to the cowardly people and wept.

I want to learn the ancient style and regain the heroic spirit.

……”

"Men should kill, and kill mercilessly." Song Yuanqiao muttered to himself, unstoppable. "How can murder be so justified? Kill so frankly? This kid's murderous nature is too heavy. ”

Song Qingshu's young and handsome face left a deep blood groove, if it wasn't for his father's timely intervention to pull him, then this sharp arrow that wiped his face would have directly penetrated his head.

At this moment, Song Qingshu was reciting Zhang Wuji's "Men's Walk", looking at his god-like methods, there was no envy, jealousy and hatred in his heart, some were just worshipping, such characters, even if they were followers, they were more beautiful and demeanor than the head of Wudang. He made a decision in his heart.