Marvel: Spear Bureau Technical Advisor

Provocative words that seemed peaceful going forward, of course, triggered a more violent reaction in Davos.

"Tell me why you're here, and move forward; otherwise, you won't be able to step into Kunlun." Davos shouted angrily, and made a gesture of attacking and defending.

"Say it as if you can stop me." Qiangqian smiled disdainfully, and walked straight forward without stopping, without dodging or giving way, and bumped into Davos in a daze.

Ten steps, five steps, three steps; the distance is getting closer and closer.

In the eyes of others, it was as if two people were about to collide head-on; except for the sound of forward footsteps, there was no movement, and even the sound of the wind stopped temporarily.

But in the feeling of Davos, there is an irresistible majesty in the slow forward movement.

After Kunlun warriors have cultivated Kunlun Qi to the extreme, they will have a sensitive response similar to Davos; they can relatively clearly sense the true power of the person they are facing.

Moreover, because they come from the same sect, the Kunlun warriors have the most sensitive and clear communication with each other.

At this moment, in the induction of Davos, it is not a person who is coming forward, but a mountain; the thick and substantial Kunlun Qi on the other party seems to come alive, like a long dragon of thousands of miles. He put his head down.

This oppressive aura, as if the sky is collapsing, can easily crush the fighting spirit of most Kunlun warriors; but Davos is different.

"How far a warrior can go depends on his will in the end. Thousands of troops change, and there is no way forward." This is what Lei Gong said when he led him to start.

"Warriors can lose and die, but they can't retreat. Taking a step back will lead to an abyss."

The two are close at hand.

Davos raised his head suddenly, exhaled loudly, and hit Qianqian's chest with his hands like a poisonous dragon coming out of a hole.This move is not for hurting, but for repelling.

He made two "tsk tut" forwards, not knowing whether to praise the other party for intervening in publishing the book, or to ridicule the other party's self-defeating.

He raised his hands in the same way, with almost the same starting gesture, easily parrying the opponent's attack, and then hitting the opponent's chest with the same move.

For the same offensive, forwards can easily block the opponent, but as soon as Davos put his forward arms, he was shocked by the huge force and lost his balance, and also lost the opportunity to change his moves later.

The so-called "one power down ten games", when the two sides are almost the same in terms of skills, the strength of the strength becomes the decisive factor.Davos missed a move and was beaten forward and flew backwards.

In Kunlun, Xiangqian didn't need to hide his true martial arts cultivation at all; just like he didn't need to hide his magical power in Kama Taj and Hell.

A group of people under the city gate rushed to catch Davos who flew back upside down. Seeing that his breathing was disordered, he couldn't struggle for a long time.

Fortunately, there was no blood from the mouth and nose, and the internal organs should not have been injured. Presumably, he kept his hands forward.

Looking forward again, he still kept stepping, and even the distance and depth of the footprints left in the snow did not change from the beginning to the end; the fight just now didn't even disrupt the rhythm of his steps, and it seemed that moving back from the enemy was faster than breathing. Also natural.

Under the bewildered eyes of everyone, he stepped forward and walked up to them, looking down at Davos who was still struggling.

"I'm here to see your father, is he home?"

A tone of treatment for children, seemingly cryptic, clearly expresses contempt for Davos.

Davos was out of breath, and wanted to say a few words, but unexpectedly, he felt a split in his heart and lungs as soon as he opened his mouth. The cursing words turned into a series of embarrassing coughs, almost coughing up tears.

"Why are you still crying, Lei Gong is dead?" Qianqian never showed any mercy when facing malicious people.

Davos blushed with anger, resisting the pain like a needle prick in his viscera, struggling to get up: "Kunlun doesn't welcome thieves."

"We may not welcome you yet. Strictly speaking, Shou Lao is the thief. Didn't your father tell you the ins and outs of this?"

Xiangqian didn't want to waste time responding to the dog's barking: "Stop talking nonsense, where is your father, dead or alive?"

"Alive..." A young Caucasian man with curly hair hurriedly replied, "Cough...I mean, Master Lei Gong has always been in his dojo."

He moved forward with an "oh", and walked away; anyway, he was familiar with this place, and he didn't need someone to lead the way to Lei Gong's ashram.

Seeing that he was walking away, the curly-haired young man who had just answered asked cautiously, "Who is this person?"

The battle of rabbit ups and downs just now was really frightening; as the son of Master Lei Gong, Davos is undoubtedly the most outstanding warrior among the younger generation, but he didn't even take a move.

Someone among the crowd replied with lingering fear: "Go forward, the dragon slayer goes forward."

"Hey, it's just a thief practicing wild boxing!" Davos cursed angrily at the forward figure.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words were finished, there was a "hoo", and a group of white shadows shot straight over like lightning; it was a group of snow wrapped in Kunlun Qi, and it hit Davos's nose impartially.

Davos only had time to let out a sharp and short scream. He tilted his head, closed his eyes, and fell back straight, leaving only two balls of blood sprayed from his nostrils mixed with exploding snowballs, scattered in the air.

"My ears are very good, I can hear..." In the distance, there was a slow voice moving forward.

Everyone looked at Davos, who was completely unconscious, and looked at each other.

"Quick, send Davos to the doctor." A group of people were in a hurry, but no one dared to speak ill of Qiangqian anymore.

Little Curly helped Davos lift one leg, and couldn't help asking curiously: "Who the hell is he, and what does Dragon Slayer mean?"

Everyone looked around, convinced that they were going farther, and then someone answered cautiously: "You know that Kunlun is one of the seven capitals, right?"

"Hmm..." Little Curly nodded hurriedly.

"Then you should also know that there is a tradition of holding a martial arts competition every 88 years in the Seven Capitals."

The little curly head nods like a chicken pecking at rice.

"The latest contest was supposed to start a few years later, but it was postponed indefinitely because of that forward."

"Why?" Little Curly was too curious.

"Because two of the seven holy beasts in Qidu were beaten to death, and now there are only five left. There are two holy cities that have been unable to produce immortal weapons to represent them in battle."

"So, is he our enemy?" Little Curly felt that the hair on his head was about to explode.

"It's hard to say." The answerer said hesitantly, "Qianqian also learned Kunlun Qi and Kunlun martial arts, but their branch refused to accept any orders from Kunlun; their inheritance has never been recognized by Kunlun."

"That's why Brother Davos called him a practitioner of wild boxing?" Little Curly asked.

"Yes. Although they have never been enemies of Kunlun, many people in the Seven Capitals have taken a strong stand against their support, and want to take back the stray inheritance by force. Afterwards, there was a lot of trouble, and the other party let Qiang As a plenipotentiary representative to negotiate with Qidu."

"What's the result?" Little Curly asked impatiently.

"The result? The result is that there are only five of the Seven Sacred Beasts left... After that, no one raised the issue of taking back the inheritance by force..."