Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

Qianqian's seemingly peaceful words were actually full of provocation, which naturally triggered a more violent reaction in Davos.

"Tell me your purpose and move forward; otherwise, you will never step into Kunlun." Davos shouted angrily and started to attack and defend.

"You say it as if you can stop me." Qian Qian smiled disdainfully and walked straight forward without stopping, not dodge or give way, and then bumped into Davos.

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 had temporarily stopped.

But in the feeling of Davos, the slowly moving forward carries an irresistible and powerful aura.

After Kunlun warriors cultivate Kunlun Qi to the extreme, they will have sensitive responses similar to Davos; they can relatively clearly sense the true power of the person they face.

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

At this moment, in the feeling of Davos, the person walking forward is not a person, but a mountain; the Kunlun Qi on the other person's body is as thick as substance, as if the majestic Kunlun Mountain has come to life, like a long dragon heading towards

He pressed his head down.

This pressure, as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling, could easily crush the fighting spirit of most Kunlun warriors; but Davos was different.

"How far a warrior can go ultimately depends on his will. Thousands of armies can overcome difficulties and move forward without hesitation." This was what Lei Gong said when he led him to the beginning.

"A warrior can lose and die, but he cannot retreat. Taking a step back will lead to an abyss."

The two of them were very close.

Davos raised his head suddenly, exhaled loudly, and struck his chest forward with his hands like poisonous dragons coming out of their holes. This move was not to hurt, but to repel him.

He moved forward and said "tsk tsk" twice. I don't know whether he was praising the other party for intervening in publishing the book, or mocking the other party for overestimating his capabilities.

He also raised his hands, almost exactly the same way, easily blocking the opponent's attack, and then hit the opponent's chest with the same move.

With the same offensive, the opponent could be easily blocked by moving forward, but as soon as Davos put his arms forward, he was shaken off balance by the huge force and lost the opportunity to change his moves later.

It is said that one force can defeat ten. When the two sides are almost the same in terms of skills, the strength of the force becomes the decisive factor. Davos missed a move and was knocked forward and flew backwards.

In Kunlun, Qiang Xiang doesn't need to hide his true martial arts skills at all; just like he doesn't need to hide his magic power in Kama Taj and Hell.

A group of people under the city gate hurriedly caught Davos as he flew back. Seeing that his breath was disordered, he couldn't struggle for a long time.

Fortunately, there was no blood in the mouth and nose, and the internal organs were probably uninjured. It was probably because he kept his hand forward.

Looking forward again, his feet were still taking one step at a time, and even the distance between the footprints left in the snow had not changed from beginning to end; the exchange just now did not even disrupt the rhythm of his footsteps, and the move to repel the enemy seemed faster than breathing.

Still natural.

In the eyes of everyone who was at a loss, he walked forward step by step and looked down at Davos, who was still struggling.

"I'm here to see your father. Is he at home?"

He spoke like a child, which seemed vague but actually clearly expressed his contempt for Davos.

Davos was so angry that he deliberately opened his mouth to say a few words. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a burst of breath in his heart and lungs. The curse words turned into a series of embarrassing coughs, which almost brought tears to his eyes.

"Why are you still crying? Thunder Lord is dead?" Qiang Qian never spared his words when facing those with malicious intentions.

Davos was so angry that his face turned red. He endured the pain that was like needles in his organs and struggled to get up: "Thieves are not welcome in Kunlun."

"We may not welcome you yet. Strictly speaking, Shou Lao is the thief. Didn't your father tell you the cause and effect here?"

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

"Alive..." A white young man with curly hair quickly replied, "Ahem...I mean, Master Lei Gong is always in his dojo."

He said "Oh" forward and walked away; he was familiar with this place anyway, and he didn't need anyone to guide him to Lei Gong's dojo.

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

The battle between the rabbit and the falcon just now was really frightening; Davos, as the son of Master Lei Gong, is undoubtedly the most outstanding warrior among the younger generation, but in the end, he didn't even get a single move from him.

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

"Bah, he's just a thief practicing wild boxing!" Davos cursed angrily at the back of the man who was walking forward.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, there was a "whoosh", and a white shadow shot straight towards him like lightning; it was a snowball wrapped in Kunlun's energy, and it hit Davos squarely on the tip of his nose.

Davos only had time to let out a sharp and short scream, threw his head back, closed his eyes, straightened back and fell, leaving only two lines of blood spurting 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 and slow voice coming forward.

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

"Quickly, go to the doctor in Davos." A group of people were in a hurry, but no one dared to say anything bad about the move forward.

Little Curly helped to lift one of Davos' legs, and couldn't help but asked out of curiosity: "Who is he, and what does dragon slayer mean?"

Everyone looked around and made sure to move forward. Only then did someone cautiously answer: "You know that Kunlun is one of the seven capitals, right?"

"Uh-huh..." Little Curly nodded quickly.

"Then you should also know that the Seven Capitals have a tradition of holding a grand competition every eighty-eight years."

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

"The latest competition was supposed to start in a few years, but because of the move forward, it was postponed indefinitely."

"Why?" Little Curly was so curious.

"Because two of the seven holy beasts in the seven capitals were killed by forward attacks, and now there are only five left. Two holy cities have been unable to produce immortal weapons to fight on their behalf."

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

"It's hard to tell." The respondent said hesitantly, "Qiang Xiang also learned Kunlun Qi and Kunlun martial arts, but their branch refused to accept any instructions from Kunlun; their inheritance has never been recognized by Kunlun."

"So Brother Davos calls him a wild boxer?" Little Curly asked.

"Yes. Although they have never been enemies of Kunlun, many people in the Seven Capitals have a strong stance on their support and want to use force to take back the estranged inheritance. Later, the quarrel became fierce, and the other party let Xiang Xiang

Come to negotiate with Qidu as a plenipotentiary representative."

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

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