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The iron fist is ruthless. The two are telling the meaning of this sentence. They feel their fists hit each other, and the fists also fall to their chests. The two turn into a sculpture, and they all stop, as if the posture has never changed since ancient times.

"Why don't you take action?" Zhang Jun asked slowly gasping with a low doubt and looked at Ano Tanaka, who was pale and asked.

"Haha! Puff!" As soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of bright red blood was spurted out, and then he said with a wry smile: "As the people of the Emperor, I failed to fulfill the mission assigned to me by the Emperor. In the duel, I failed to die in the duel, and the envoy of the Emperor died. As a samurai, I could not defend Bushido. My only respected opponent was killed by the envoy of the Emperor. In any case, I should have committed suicide by septum... This punch... was my punch from Mr. Huo..."

Zhang Jun slowly put away his fist that hit his chest, squatted up his horse's stance, and slowly pressed his boiling qi and blood into his dantian. He had just fought with Tanaka Anye, and Zhang Jun's qi and blood were about to lose his pores and his pores were about to loosen. If the pores dissipated at this moment and the breath in his chest dissipated, Zhang Jun would no longer have combat power. Here is no different from seeking death. At this time, Zhang Jun could no longer hold it back. Tanaka Anye had lost his combat power, so he immediately calmed down the boiling qi and blood and preserved the energy in his chest.

"I know your wishes, so go with peace of mind!" Tanaka Ano could no longer stand, suddenly fell backward, and died of anger.

Zhang Jun's punch had already broken the opponent's heart, but the strong man at the level of dark strength could control part of his body's qi and blood. Tanaka Anno temporarily controlled the blood flow in his heart, so he saved his breath. After saying the last words, the qi and blood flowed again, and could no longer contain his injuries and died immediately.

"It's you? Baga! Anye Jun!" Zhang Jun was about to leave, but a loud roar made Zhang Jun's heart condense. A group of people behind him suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor and saw Anye Tanaka and Zhang Jun lying on the ground.

More than a dozen people discovered Zhang Jun, but did not rush towards Zhang Jun at the first time, but approached Zhang Jun carefully. The man in front of him defeated Tanaka Anno, a Japanese martial arts master. They were afraid of Zhang Jun's skills and could only approach Zhang Jun carefully.

Zhang Jun smiled disdainfully. These people are just a group of guys who bully the weak and fear the strong. They are not worthy of being called warriors at all. Warriors are people with a sense of "courage". Only those who practice martial arts can be called warriors. This sense of energy is the source of the spiritual momentum of the warriors. It is a force that is not afraid or afraid even when facing people who are far stronger than themselves, insist on their own martial arts and never retreats.

With a little strength to recover, Zhang Jun turned around and ran away suddenly. At this time, he was not suitable for a pair of dozen people to play a group battle. While running, Zhang Jun was still constantly motivating his own qi and blood. During the exercise, the qi and blood slowly recovered and calmed down. When the qi and blood were completely calmed down, it was the time for him to fight back.

In ancient times, the masters whose level of dark energy was close to that of Huajin could rush forward and kill a brave general who had seven in and seven out. Their qi and blood endurance and recovery can be imagined. Unless they encountered masters of the same level, they would be consumed in a large amount of time in a short time, and they would not be able to make ends meet, causing Zhang Jun's current embarrassment and were chased by a group of soldiers.

However, this situation did end soon. Don’t forget that Zhang Jun is not only a warrior at the level of dark strength, but also half a nightmare. His sternum was broken and his whole body was inserted into several holes by the dream demon. It only took more than a week to recover. Now Zhang Jun is just weak and his physique with half a nightmare has been fully recovered.

The Japanese dojo samurai who kept chasing Zhang Jun behind him now saw that Zhang Jun seemed to be injured. After all, even Tanaka Anye, who could compete with Huo Yuanjia, was dead. If Zhang Jun was fine, wouldn't he be even more powerful than Huo Yuanjia? They were wrong. Zhang Jun survived but Tanaka Anye left a move, and then he was killed by Zhang Jun.

In just a few dozen seconds, Zhang Jun had recovered 70% or 80% of his combat power. He turned around and shot at the crowd of people who were still a little surprised. Zhang Jun even clearly saw his reflection in the terrified pupils of the man who was chasing him the tightest. When Zhang Jun flew with his fists and his arms blocked by the other party, the other party's eyes suddenly became silent, and the whole person suddenly flew back several meters.

Beating people is like hanging paintings. The little Japanese with a beard closest to Zhang Jun was blown away by his fists and crashed into the crowd behind him. Under this sudden attack, the samurai warriors behind him were suddenly hit by the person in front of him without knowing what was going on.

Then Zhang Jun entered the flock of sheep like a tiger, launching a fierce massacre. Yes, it was a massacre, and the move was fatal. Regardless of whether he could withstand the destruction of the dark force for a long time, he directly used the dark force, and his whole body was like a tiger descending from the mountain. The mysterious fist was completely used by him. Anyone who was hit by Zhang Jun's palm would be the result of internal injuries. If he hit the vital point, he would not even have time to hum and see the King of Hell.

After a while, most of the people who had not even reached the peak of Mingjin died. The remaining two escaped were still seeing the opportunity early and then ran away. It can be said that Zhang Jun has almost killed most of the temple alone, and the remaining small part is only guarding the gate. Until now, they seem to understand that it is difficult to stop Zhang Jun alone. It is better to restrain the other party and wait for the guard to come and directly bring more than ten guns. By then, all the masters will settle them.

When the last samurai under Zhang Jun struggled to curse himself in Japanese and was cruelly twisted by Zhang Jun's neck, a pleasant string music sounded in Zhang Jun's ears. Zhang Jun shivered, his chest seemed to be soaked in cold water, and a cool cold current was spreading to his whole body with the heart as the center.

"The successor qualification is determined, 500 points of Dream Yuanli are collected, and the current Dream Yuanli is 509 points; the fusion begins..."

After dozens of seconds, Zhang Jun felt that his body was soaked with cool water, the sound in his mind again appeared "Fused completion, assimilation of thinking..."

"Assimilation is completed, the existing Dream Yuanli is 509 points. Will the heir leave the dream world and return to the nightmare origin space?"

Zhang Jun thought about it and it seemed that his guess was not wrong. Once he met the so-called qualification conditions, he could leave this world and return to the real world. Well! Zhang Jun himself seemed to have ignored the voice in his head that what he said was not the real world.

However, Zhang Jun looked at the corpse on the ground in front of him, sighed, and had no choice to leave now. After all, he had lived in this world for two years and had some feelings for his fellow brothers in the Huo Family Martial Arts Hall, which is the Jingwu Sect. If he disappeared like this, the Japanese would definitely settle the accounts on the Jingwu Sect if they couldn't find him. Thinking of this, Zhang Jun turned around and walked towards the main entrance of the entire temple.

"Mr. Taro, is the killer still in the dojo?" She wore a leather jacket of a Western policeman and a patrol cap like a big straw hat. Because the Shanghai Police Department was influenced by the West, although the upper-level officials were still wearing the Qing Dynasty uniform, the lower-level executive departments like the police department tended to be convenient and practical Westernized clothing.

The Japanese samurai, who was called Taro, wore a white martial arts uniform, hated him to this person who was obviously the Chief of Police, in Chinese that was not very proficient: "That's right! Chief Hu, this killer was trapped in the dojo. He was extremely cruel. He not only killed the merchants in our country, but also attacked the British, Russian embassy expatriates in China, and Master Tanaka Anno was also killed by him by tricks. If possible, please kill the other party directly."

Chief Hu looked embarrassed and then looked at the direction of the inner room of the dojo, and arranged people to hold hands in the entrance hall of the dojo and said, "Okay, Mr. Taro, if the other party refuses to arrest him, he will consider opening fire. Now, you go in and search..."

"No need." Before Chief Hu finished speaking, a full voice interrupted his words. Zhang Jun slowly walked into the hall in a black night clothes.

"Baga! It's this guy, Chief Hu, shoot and kill him!" The samurai named Taro looked at Zhang Jun with red eyes and resentment.

Zhang Jun glanced at him, then raised his lips and sneered, "So it's you, you ran very fast!" The other party stared at Zhang Jun with his eyes, as if he wanted to eat Zhang Jun.

"It turns out that it is Mr. Zhang from Jingwu Sect. I don't know why he was committing a crime. Alas......" Chief Hu was shocked when he saw Zhang Jun, and then he looked even more embarrassed. He knew Zhang Jun. When Zhang Jun collected information about his opponent for Huo Yuanjia, he had dealt with him a lot, but now the other party's case is too big and he can't even protect him.

Zhang Jun sneered, "I knowingly asked, they killed my master, and I'm right to take revenge. I know you want to say you act according to the evidence, but I don't believe that the court will help me offend Westerners."

Chief Hu was silent for a while before sighing: "Then I offend you, please follow us!"

"Junior brother! Let me give you a little bit, please let me, Chief Hu, please help me save my junior brother." Just as Zhang Jun was about to escape, an unexpected person suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Jun.

"Second Brother! Since I have rebelled from the sect, nothing I have done has to do with the Jingwu Sect anymore!" Zhang Jun said coldly to Liu Zhensheng.

Liu Zhen's eyes suddenly turned red when hearing the voice, and a hint of wetness flowed down from the corners of his eyes. He fully understood what Zhang Jun said. Zhang Jun wanted to break off contact with the Jingwu Sect, especially in front of so many people, which was the only way to break the case from the Jingwu Sect.

"Baga, you Chinese are just colluding. I need to report to the Emperor and flatten your Jingwumen!" Taro hummed coldly and looked at Zhang Jun with an evil smile, obviously trying to threaten Zhang Jun.

"Looking for death!" The moment Zhang Jun heard this, his whole body turned into a afterimage and rushed towards the other party like an explosive cheetah. Before everyone understood what was going on, Zhang Jun had already fallen into the other party's chest with a palm in the other party's shocked expression. Zhang Jun did not stop the force at all. When Zhang Jun hit the other party's chest with his palm, the spine pushed the force layer by layer, and for a moment, the muscles of the legs passed through the spine and then passed into Zhang Jun's right hand. A surging force was rubbed into cilia forces, and the hardness and softness were combined into the other party's chest.

Puff! The fragments of the internal organs were directly sprayed out of the mouth, splashing Zhang Jun's face, as if you could see the tiny pieces of flesh in the internal organs. "Shoot!" At this time, Chief Hu also woke up, and exclaimed when he saw Zhang Jun so cruel.

Zhang Jun looked at Liu Zhensheng with his eyes. At this moment, Zhang Jun even felt a sense of relief in his heart. He avenged his master and cut off his relationship with the Jingwu Sect in public, without affecting the Jingwu Sect. This is no longer concerned!

"Go back!"
Chapter completed!