Chapter 102 Killing someone to establish his power

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The military advisor's mansion was brightly lit, and a large number of men in uniform were patrolling with torches and swords. When Yang Zi, Shen Beichang, Luo Feng and others led a dozen hands to the bridge in front of the military advisor's mansion, they were immediately discovered, and shouts were heard one after another.

Bamboo Flower Gang uses bamboo branches to establish itself

The gang leader is ten bamboos, nine military advisors, and next is the hall master, deputy hall master, helm master, incense master, and bamboo numbers are gradually decreasing

Yang Zi saw a large number of Zhuhua Gang gang members rushing towards him, stood calmly at the other end of the bridge, and even smiled and said to Chen Beichang: There are so many traitors from your gang, and your Military Advisor Shao is really not easy!

Chen Beichang smiled awkwardly and said: When the gang leader was there, how could these traitors dare to be so bold!

Yang Zi's heart suddenly moved, gang leader?

If I could bring the position of the leader of the Zhuhua Gang to sit here today, wouldn’t it be even more majestic?

But this thought just flashed in my heart. How could I, an outsider, convince such a big gang?

The Bamboo Flower Gang is not the Donghai Gang with only more than 200 people

With a clang, Yang Zi pulled out his sword, and his eyes flashed with cold cold light. To establish his authority, it would be nothing but a big river. If he could kill all these people before the arrival of the reinforcements from Fengzhutang and rescue Song Yuzhi and Shao Wuzhou, it would be truly famous all over the world. Yang Zi had never longed for fame and fortune as he was today. Seeing that more than a dozen gangsters from the other party came over, his true energy was shocked, and the sword light flashed, and he rushed forward first.

To establish authority, we must completely shock them. I hope... the Zhuhua Gang has no master! Yang Zi's heart became as calm as water in an instant, and the pace and movements of those gang members immediately slowed down in his eyes.

Screaming and painful humming was endless. Yang Zi was swimming in the fish and interspersed among the men. All the people who were killed were splattering blood and fell to the ground. No one was allowed to join the sword.

Luo Feng and Shen Beichang looked at each other and were shocked, especially Chen Beichang. He had never seen Yang Zi take action. He just thought that since Yang Zi was the leader of the Tang Gang, if there was no real skill, how could he lead the Tang Gang? But he didn't expect that his sword skills were so fierce. Before they could take action, all the people had fallen down, both dead and injured, and fell to the ground and groaned.

Yang Zi didn't look back, as if he had done something insignificant, and said lightly: These rebels, Master Chen and Brother Luo, do it yourself.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Zi rushed forward and rushed to another group of people first. He used his sword very quickly. After months of hard practice, he gradually integrated the fast and intelligent knife-wiring technique of his previous life into the Thirteen Blood Battle Styles. Even Li Jing, the founder of this set of swordsmanship, felt inferior afterwards. The Thirteen Blood Battle Styles was originally a sword technique with the indomitable murderous intent as the essence. When he was used in Yang Zi, he was not only more powerful, but also had a bit of old sharpness and indescribable spiritual energy. This spiritual energy is the biggest difference between an ordinary master and a master who can establish sects.

Yang Zi's murderous intent was great, and his blade was like lightning. He rushed left and right in the crowd. The sword light was everywhere and blood was splattering everywhere. These people obviously had good martial arts skills, but they obviously blocked the way he attacked, but they were always one step slower and hated him on the spot.

In fact, this is exactly what a master does. If he uses 60% of his strength to win, he will never use 70%. In the group battle, every point of energy saved will become a life-saving talisman, so that the opponent will feel that he is obviously just a line faster than himself, but in fact, he can defeat him as long as he does.

It is this line, the line of life and death that they cannot cross

Chen Beichang, Luo Feng and others followed Yang Zi, and seemed to be affected by his high fighting spirit, and burst out with extraordinary combat power. The other eighteen Fengzhu Hall people were also extremely brave and acted fiercely, and they were extremely brave.

It is precisely this principle that the attitude of a leader determines the combat effectiveness of a soldier.

Yang Zi rushed in front, invincible, with his blade everywhere, his hands and feet flying, and his blood was like a fountain, unstoppable!

stop!

From one side of the Military Advisor's Mansion, more than a hundred people appeared like a flood

With this shout, those who had long lost their fighting spirit retreated with fear. Almost everyone looked at Yang Zi, who was like a god of killing.

Yang Zi casually leaned over and tore off the collar of a dead body, slowly wiped the bloody blade, glanced at the group of people, and said: Master Chen, Brother Luo, are these people traitors from the gang? It seems that their identities are not low.

He saw that among the dozen people who came out, there were either the hall master with eight bamboos embroidered on his clothes, the deputy hall master of seven bamboos and the helm leader of six bamboos. Almost all the leaders of the three halls of the Zhuhua Gang, Qingyulu, and some people who were not the Zhuhua Gang were among them. It can be seen that they were all masters.

Among them, there is a man who is very tall, but as thin as a bamboo pole. He has a tuft of black hair on his right cheek. Another man is very short, but as thick as a cow. His eyebrows are arched, his face is sunken, his shoulders are so wide that it is not proportional, and he looks like a thin giant.

Another person had a red envelope on his forehead. The bag was shiny and glossy, conspicuous and ugly.

Yang Zi frowned and shook his head and said: No wonder all the masters and deputy masters have all rebelled. It turns out that your appearance is so distinctive. I think the Iron Cavalry will have a good medicine to cure the ugly!

The dozen or so gang members in Fengzhu Hall behind him were laughing and cooperating with Yang Zi's ridicule.

The tall and thin man shouted angrily: Who is coming? How dare you run wild in the field of my Zhuhua Gang!

Eight bamboos were embroidered on his clothes, and he should be a high-level senior at the hall master.

If you don’t change your name or your surname, it’s Yang Zi, the leader of the Tang Gang. Today, I’m helping Master Chen and Deputy Master Luo to eliminate the traitors. I know the truth and surrender myself, so I won’t take action!

All the rebel masters shouted, and the tall and thin man said angrily: What an arrogant boy, what a Tang Gang Yan Gang, just because you are just a few of you who are still trying to make trouble in Jiangyin!

A fragrant master swears and rushes out in anger, picks up several sword flowers, attacks Yang Zi from the left

Yang Zi smiled coldly, and didn't even look at it. He seemed to wave his knife casually. With a sound of yelling, the incense master and the person and the knife staggered back and went into the crowd.

Outside the military advisor's mansion, it suddenly became quiet, and everyone took a breath. There were naturally some familiarities among the master's martial arts. But seeing Yang Zi knocking him back with just one move, the expression of lifting weight was as light as everyone in the field asked himself that it was difficult to do, so why not be shocked?

The short hall master snorted coldly and said: Sure enough, he is a bit arrogant and arrogant! I, the head of the hall of Luzhu, Tong Changfeng, will meet the leader of the Yang Gang for a while!

Yang Zi smiled and said: Master Tong, you are indeed brave. I admire brave men the most. Why do you need a good man like you to surrender to the Iron Cavalry? Why do you do if you are better off with the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix? Do you have no confidence in the strength of the Zhuhua Gang? If not, how about I, Tang Gang, and you, stand on the same front?

As soon as this sentence was spoken, Yang Zi keenly noticed that a few people's eyes flashed with hesitation.

Tong Changfeng sneered: What Tang Gang, do you think Tong doesn’t know? How can a small gang with only two or three hundred people be compared with our Zhuhua Gang? Huang Kou Ruzi is talking so loudly here! It’s ridiculous!

He quickly lit the sword, and with a clear roar, he came straight to Yang Zi with a clear roar

Yang Zi sneered and waved his sword to meet him. The sword light rolled up, with sharp energy, and flew in his clothes. He instantly slashed five swords in a row, all of which were slashing to the same place. These five swords were as fast as one sword. In the eyes of those with low martial arts, they could only see the phantom of the sword. This was Yang Zi's improved King of the World. It was the tenth move of the Thirteen Blood Battle Styles, which was powerful. Generally speaking, it would be difficult to exert its true power without warm-up. But in order to shock them, Yang Zi was a unique move.

The moment Tong Changfeng set out his sword, he felt that his move was full of power and was really hard to resist. His face changed slightly. Finally, he had rich experience in the battle. His body turned to the left and avoided it. Yang Zi could not do anything, but turned his blade and cut it horizontally. At the same time, his feet stepped out the asynchronous method he had learned from Ba Fenghan that day. The unpredictable shadows of ghosts and gods followed him, which made Tong Changfeng unable to adjust. Tong Changfeng was suppressed by Yang Zi as soon as he made a move. It was already a failure. The battle between masters often focused on momentum. Whoever had a stronger aura was more likely to win. What's more, Tong Changfeng was not as good as Yang Zi in internal strength or martial arts. He could not get back this disadvantage at all, and he could only be beaten passively.

When!, a deafening sound, Tong Changfeng's face looked like paper, his long sword fell to the ground, staggered back, and his hand trembled like a swaying hand

Yang Zi turned proudly, and the sword light flashed a sharp arc. With a clanging sound, he returned to the sheath with a very beautiful sound and said aloud: Master Tong Hall, although my Tang Gang has few people, it is not expensive to have many soldiers. My two brothers defeated Long Jun Pei Yue alone, and Hu Jun Pei Yan. Although there are only a hundred people in my Fengrui Camp, they all use one as ten. I have used this set of sword techniques. I wonder if you have seen it clearly. This is the sword technique that everyone in my Tang Gang uses! What do you think?

Tong Changfeng's martial arts were among the best among the several hall masters. He actually walked more than a dozen moves in front of Yang Zi, and they all retaliated and even had the power to fight back. How could everyone not be surprised?

It also shows the demeanor and style of Yang Zi's masters. Everyone is ashamed. When Yang Zi's eyes are like lightning, they all retreat.

The hall master with a tuft of black hair on his cheek on his right came forward and said: Gang Master Yang is very skilled in martial arts, I can't wait, it's just not that easy to impress us. Do you know that the Iron Cavalry Gang Master is better than you. If you have this ability, kill Gang Master Ren, and my surname is Luo, the first one to stand up and submit to you!

The Lord Luo's eyes were circulating in the front row, as if he wanted to hint something.

Yang Zi noticed his eyes, pondered for a moment, guessed two points, and laughed: What is Ren Shaoming? If I take action, I can walk in front of him for fifty rounds. I will say he is amazing!

Ren Shaoming's nickname Qing Jiao once fought with Tiandao Song Que. If it weren't for his right and left guardians, the evil monk Fanan and Yan Ni Changzhen rescued him in time, Ren Shaoming would have almost died.

But this does not mean that Ren Shaoming's martial arts are poor. On the contrary, Yang Zi knew the strength of Song Que best, not only because his family had the ability to compete for the world, Song Que's martial arts were actually the great master of Ning Daoqi, Bi Xuan and Fu Cailin, who could survive under Song Que's hands. It can be seen that Ren Shaoming's martial arts are definitely not weak. Yang Zi also knew that he and Du Fuwei were at the same level. Yang Zi knew that he had reached Du Fuwei's level, but he only achieved it. It was not that he was sure to win. Having a 40% chance of a draw was enough to stand out as a hero. He deliberately said Ren Shaoming so unbearable, aiming to target those people who were standing by the master Xiangzhu who was not clear about later. He felt that the hint from the master of the Luo family was referring to them, and angered them. Perhaps today he had the opportunity to help Zhuhua help solve the crisis.

Sure enough, Yang Zi noticed that four people hiding behind showed an angry expression. A man with a wide face and thick arms and round waist took two steps forward, but was pulled by another person.

An invisible smile appeared on the corner of Yang Zi's mouth

The hall master named Luo snorted coldly: Gang Master Yang, although you have some skills, you don’t have to be so domineering!

Yang Zi smiled and said:Lord Luo, you are ignorant and I don’t blame you. Let me tell you one thing. When I went to Lingnan with my master, Song Que came to greet my master in person. As a result, a guy called himself Qingjiao Ren Shaoming, who wanted to fight with Song Que. I couldn’t see him, so he ridiculed him and said, “What are you, you dare to compete with Uncle Song! With your two efforts to break things, I can handle your Qingjiao furiously and said: Boy, you can come! How could I take him seriously? Just play with me, my masterI said that although my martial arts are no longer inferior to Uncle Song, I lack the speed. Someone came to me to test the sword. Of course, I would beg me to defeat him on the fifty-first move. At that time, he brought a monk and a nun. I didn’t know what it was. Seeing my sword on Ren Shaoming’s neck, I knelt down and pleaded with me. I am kind-hearted and couldn’t bear to see the two monks making things difficult for me, so I raised my hands and let Ren Shaoming go. I guess Ren Shaoming is embarrassed to say this. Lord Luo, don’t you know?

Before the Lord named Luo could speak, the man with a fat face suddenly stood up and shouted angrily: Boy, you have a habit! I, Peng Dachong, come and meet you. I, Peng Dachong, will you please, see if you can call anything other than being able to swear nonsense!

Yang Zi looked at him with contempt, said with his nostrils: Get out of here! You don’t have the right to let me take action, let’s ask them to go together!

Point out three other people

Among them, an old man with white beard walked out first, with a divine light flashing in his eyes and said lightly: Master Yang of Tang Gang, do you use the method of provoking us out? Are you really sure that you can defeat the four of us?

Yang Zi smiled and said: You will know soon if you are sure, let’s talk about it first!

Suddenly he raised his tone and shouted: Everyone else retreated, this matter has nothing to do with you!