Starting boy Ma Kongqun

Chapter 2 Flying Snow Night, Flying Blood Night

"Cough! Cough! Cough! . . . "

In a room of "Fengyun Ranch", "Floating Cloud Swordsman" Zhang Muyun coughed.

He was coughing so violently that he was out of breath for a while, and his sickly pale face turned red.

When he finally stopped coughing and took a deep breath, a shocking blush appeared on the white silk handkerchief he had just used to cover his mouth.

Zhang Muyun wrinkled a pair of slender eyebrows full of majesty and elegance, discarded the silk handkerchief embroidered with exquisite cloud patterns, which was obviously valuable, and turned to look at the half-open window. His gaze began to fall. The deep dark night with flying snow.

Because he had been in the Central Plains for a long time, he had long been unaccustomed to the bitter cold climate of his homeland in Liaodong, so that the cold air of this snowy night actually touched the internal injuries that had already healed slightly.

Having said that, he didn't expect that what he thought was a sure thing would almost overturn this time.

In his expectation, with his martial arts and swordsmanship, coupled with a group of experts recruited from the Central Plains, and the ambush he had planned in advance, it would be easy to clean up a small "Pegasus Ranch".

Little did they know that Ma Qianli, who was unknown in the world, was actually a master of both internal and external skills. His hands were supposed to be originated from Shaolin but had unique and mysterious "Broken Mountain Fist" and "Vajra Palm". Even though he had hidden his secret trump card, he had to pay the price of serious injury to kill him.

Not to mention, the men at "Pegasus Ranch" are also ruthless characters who have hard skills and dare to fight hard. Even if they were ambushed and outnumbered, they still lost [-]% of his good men, and the remaining Thirty percent of them were all injured.

"However, these costs are worth it."

A smile appeared on Zhang Muyun's face full of mature manly charm.

"When I recover from my injury, I can look for an opportunity to wipe out the Pegasus Ranch, which has lost all its elite men and women and children. At the same time, I can take advantage of the rich pastures and high-quality stallions of the Pegasus Ranch. In this way, I can take advantage of the The doors opened by the Liaodong General Military Mansion have allowed 'Fengyun Ranch' to develop rapidly. Although it is still far from being comparable to the Ding family's 'Jiejian Villa', it can be regarded as an inheritance that can be passed down to future generations..."

Thinking of his success, the smile on his face grew thicker, and even the injuries on his body seemed to lighten a lot.

Suddenly, a shrill scream woke him up from his reverie, and the subsequent cold and stern shout made his whole body run cold: "Blood debt must be paid with blood, no chicken or dog left behind!"

Following this shouting, people around the house in "Fengyun Ranch" shouted sharply in response: "Blood debts will be paid with blood, and no chickens or dogs will be spared!"

These voices all have the sharp characteristics of a teenager's voice-changing stage, and they are full of endless hatred and murderous intent.

Without thinking, Zhang Muyun grabbed the sheathed sword that he had kept by his side, stood up and was about to go out, when he saw the two heavy wooden doors falling apart with a loud bang, and countless wood splinters and wood thorns were wrapped in two powerful and fierce palm winds. The fist force flew out, covering many vital acupuncture points in his body.

"Come on!"

Zhang Muyun let out a loud shout, and the sword in his hand was quickly unsheathed.

This fine steel long sword, which was forged by a master craftsman from Longquan with a large sum of money, erupted into a brilliant rain of silver light, scattering all the whistling palm wind and fist force as well as the broken wood trapped in it.

Then the sword lights all over the sky merged into one, turning into a breathtaking silver lightning, cutting through the void at an astonishing high speed, piercing straight towards Ma Kongqun who broke through the door.

At this moment, Ma Kongqun was still wearing a plain white filial piety clothes - in the snow, this clothes was also the best disguise - the "Vajra Palm" of his right hand struck horizontally, and the palm of his hand hit the ridge of the long sword that was stabbed in front of him, almost missing. The force of his palm, which was inferior to his father Ma Qianli's, shook the long sword to one side. The "Breaking Mountain Fist" of his left hand was like a cannonball, striking Zhang Muyun's head with great ferocity.

In the past three days, he has completely digested and slightly optimized the martial arts of his predecessor with the treasure that accompanied his soul. Now his strength has caught up with Ma Qianli. Even though he is slightly inferior, his fists and palms have more changes. A bit spiritual.

In the flash of lightning, Zhang Muyun recognized the person's identity, and was even more shocked that this boy who was said to be only fifteen years old had such high martial arts skills.

After all, he was a veteran who had been fighting for a long time. Although he was shocked in his heart, his body had already reacted instinctively. He followed the swing of the sword by shrinking his neck and spinning. Not only did he avoid the opponent's punch, but he also took advantage of the spinning force. Shi swung his sword and slashed the opponent's waist horizontally.

The moment the two of them exchanged blows, three figures rushed out of the side room outside, rushing towards them as fast as the wind.

"A Duan!"

Ma Kongqun was shouting loudly and at the same time, he was flying in the air, avoiding the opponent's sword strike from the waist, and using both fists and palms, he struck down with the force of wind and thunder.

"pass it to me!"

Gongsun Duan's huge body fell from the roof, blocking the door tightly.

In his left hand, a long eight-foot-long whip made of twisted beef tendon and steel wire struck in the air like a thunderbolt, intercepting the three people flying by. In his right hand, a strange-shaped short knife bent like a crescent moon was ready to go.

Those three people were confidant swordsmen trained by Zhang Muyun himself, and they were proficient in the art of joint attack. The three long swords formed the force of three talents, advancing and retreating alternately, complementing each other's offense and defense. In just ten moves, Gongsun Duan's long whip was forced to operate sluggishly, and he had to use the scimitar in his right hand to make up for the omission. In the room, Ma Kongqun and Zhang Muyun also exchanged more than ten moves, but the latter, who was injured and whose strength was greatly reduced, fell behind.

Ma Kongqun saw that the two battlefields inside and outside formed a delicate balance. The key to victory or defeat depended on whether he succeeded first or whether Gongsun Duan failed to hold on first. At that time, Ma Kongqun decided to take a risk, and a flaw suddenly appeared in the fierce fist attack.

Zhang Muyun was overjoyed. The long sword in his right hand was quickly transferred to his left hand, and he thrust out the sword from an angle that ordinary people would never expect and find difficult to guard against. The speed of the sword was even three points faster than the sword with his right hand, and the tip of the sword passed through the trace with incomparable precision. The flaw stabbed Ma Kongqun in the heart.

"Ding!"

The tip of the sword broke through the clothes, and what came out was a crisp sound of metal and iron. Then it could no longer advance, and the sword body was pressed into a bow shape by the huge force.

Before the look of disbelief and horror could be fully formed on Zhang Muyun's face, Ma Kongqun struck him with three punches and four palms in quick succession on his chest and abdomen, beating him until his sternum was shattered and collapsed, and his internal organs were in a mess.

It turns out that before Ma Qianli was laid to rest, Ma Kongqun had carefully examined the wounds on his body and found that the fatal wound was a sword wound on the heart. From the angle of the wound, he deduced that the murderer used his left hand with a sword.

When he came this time, he hid a thick steel plate under his heart just to use this trick to defeat his opponent.

But he naturally had no time to explain the whole story to the seriously injured and dying Zhang Muyun, and threw himself towards the door without any pause.

At this moment, Gongsun Duan had suffered three sword wounds and was in a desperate situation.

Ma Kongqun used his fists and palms in unison, receiving most of the attacks from the three long swords.

Gongsun Duan took advantage of the situation to fight back, and the scimitar took off his hand, spinning rapidly and turning into a silver moon wheel that passed between the necks of the three swordsmen, cutting most of their necks off.

Ma Kongqun caught the scimitar before it was about to fall to the ground, threw it backhand to Gongsun Duan, laughed and asked: "Ah Duan, do you still have the strength to kill?"

Gongsun bent his left arm, clamped the scimitar in the crook of his arm and wiped the blood from the blade. He seemed not to feel the three sword wounds on his body at all, and responded with a laugh: "Of course!"

Ma Kongqun said: "Then go and kill to your heart's content. Don't forget the oath we made in the mourning hall when we came - blood debts will be paid with blood, and no chickens or dogs will be spared. Kill!"

"kill!"

Gongsun Duan let out a wild roar like a wounded beast, turned around and rushed towards the place where the killing cries were the loudest.

After a long time, the sound of killing gradually subsided.

The teenagers headed by Ma Kongqun faithfully fulfilled their oath to "pay blood debts with blood and leave no chickens or dogs alive" and used the most ruthless means to slaughter all the "Fengyun Ranch", including seven mastiffs and [-] chickens. of all living beings.

The snow on the ground of "Fengyun Ranch" is no longer pure white, but instead shows large tracts of dazzling blood red.

Finally, this group of young men in plain white mourning clothes, like the white snow on the ground, soaked and dyed red by the blood of their enemies or their own, gathered around Ma Kongqun, supporting each other.

Ma Kongqun glanced around and counted twenty-six young people around him, and his heart suddenly hurt.

There were forty-two young men following him this time, the oldest among them was eighteen years old, and the youngest was only fourteen years old.

They all grew up together with their predecessors. They had a deep friendship and shared interests with each other. They would have been their most reliable team members in the future, but this battle alone resulted in the loss of sixteen people.

However, if you put in the effort, you will naturally gain something - the treasure that seemed to be there but not yet there, both virtual and real, hidden in a mysterious space somewhere in his mind, reacted.

It was a jade monument with a round top and a flawless white body.

At this moment, lines of characters commonly used in previous lives appeared on the surface of the originally empty jade tablet:
  【Host】Ma Kongqun
  【属性】悟性LV.5、根骨LV.5、内功LV.2、外功LV.2、技击LV.3、身法LV.2
  [Quest] Teenager's Revenge (Completed, obtained 1 free attribute point)

Gongsun Duan came closer, woke up Ma Kongqun who seemed to be in a daze, and said, "Brother, we have found the stolen war horse."

Ma Kongqun calmed down, looked around at the young men and said loudly: "The great revenge has been avenged, let's take our brothers and go home together!"

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