Yang Shunhui's eyes were wide open.
He thought that his subordinates were no longer of one mind with him, but he didn't expect that they would raise weapons against him. It is really ironic enough that the general who once thought he loved his soldiers like a son was surrounded by his soldiers and aimed at his body with foreign firearms.
"Do you dare to do it!"
he asked angrily.
Eyes are bloodshot.
"It's not that they don't dare, it's just that they are still a little bit reluctant."
Fang Jie, who was standing not far away, looked at the ferocious Yang Shunhui and said, "They are all soldiers, and you have also trained them, so you should know that there is nothing they dare not do, only if they can, if they are willing to do it." .Until now, they still have their old love in their hearts, but you have brought them into the abyss of eternal doom. If I don’t come today, you will take them to attack the Phoenix Terrace. At that time, these people will be nailed in forever On the pillar of shame of history."
After these words, the soldiers became restless.
Yang Shunhui suddenly burst out laughing: "Fang Jie, I knew you were a very clever person, but now I know that you are still underestimating you. You want to kill me and take my military power, but you don't do it yourself. Let my soldiers attack me, as long as they kill me, they will have no way not to follow you, right? Smart!"
He gave a thumbs up.
"Do you dare to fight to the death with me!"
he shouted.
hysteria.
"Why are you willing to fight to the death now?"
Fang Jie couldn't help asking: "Did you think about a fight to the death before? When you found that you had nowhere to go, did you start thinking about a decent way to die? When you traded with foreigners, you Already doomed not to die with dignity."
Yang Shunhui roared furiously, clenching his fists so tightly: "Fang Jie! You are a despicable villain. You used such means to kill me. You are not at all aboveboard! Don't you claim to have national integrity? That's good!" , you fight a traitor like me, it’s best if you kill me!”
"I come!"
Standing in the back, Shi Wan, who was the most honest and honest, couldn't stand it anymore. He strode up to Fang Jie, pointed at Yang Shunhui and said angrily, "I always thought your son was useless, but now I know that he is a hundred times stronger than you. Times! He still knows what giri is, but you have completely lost your humanity. When facing danger, he thought of dying with you, can you do it?"
Yang Shunhui was shaken a few times by Shi Wan's words, and the image of his son Yang Caiping involuntarily appeared in his mind. He didn't know that Yang Caiping was released by Shi Wan, and he was sure that Yang Caiping was dead after hearing Shi Wan's words. At this time, that kind of sadness, despair and anger occupied his heart.
"You killed my son!"
He roared wildly, and struck out with both fists fiercely at the same time.
The distance between him and Shi Wan was 30 meters. Even if he made a big-sleeved attack at this distance, the opponent would have a certain amount of time to react, not to mention that Shi Wan's cultivation base was not weaker than his in the slightest. It's just that Shi Wan has almost no experience in fighting against others, so the only gap between him and Yang Shunhui, who has experienced many battles, is here.
"I come."
Fang Jie punched Yang Shunhui away with one hand, and said to Shi Wan, "After all, it's better for me to kill this person. Although Da Sui is gone, the meaning of my attack is different from yours."
He walked slowly towards Yang Shunhui.
"bring it on!"
Yang Shunhui slammed his feet on the ground, and his body flew out in the dust and smoke from kicking. On the way to rush forward, Yang Shunhui punched out again. The way he strikes is somewhat different from other cultivators. Generally speaking, few people would throw both fists together, which would seem a little awkward and strange.
But behind this weird posture, what is hidden is that Yang Shunhui released every blow with all his strength.
"Once upon a time you were a mountain in front of me."
Fang Jie defuses Yang Shunhui's offensive with every move, with a touch of sadness in his eyes: "At that time in Chang'an City, I was always filled with awe when I saw a general like you. In any case, the pride of Sui is you People rely on their own ability to fight. Without excellent generals like you, the majesty of Sui would be nothing more than empty words. At that time, I sincerely respected you."
"I once thought that if I want to join the army, I will be like you in the future and become the backbone of a country and a nation... What I didn't expect is that you will become what you are now."
He waved his hand, brushing away Yang Shunhui's internal energy like repelling mosquitoes: "The most hateful thing about a person like you is that after bending your own spine, you want more people to be like you."
Yang Shunhui didn't have the time to pay attention to the meaning of Fang Jie's words, he was like a crazy bull, only caring about killing the enemy in front of him. He punched out punch after punch, and the majestic internal energy swept to Fang Jie's body like a wave. And Fang Jie seemed to have no difficulty in resolving his continuous offensive.
"You can't do it anymore."
Fang Jie's words stabbed Yang Shunhui's heart like a knife: "You may never have thought that at the moment when you look down on yourself in your heart, it is impossible for your cultivation to improve again. Because even you Loathing yourself, the loathing that lies in the deepest part of your heart."
"go to hell!"
Yang Shunhui jumped high, clasped his hands together in mid-air, and slammed down hard.
This blow that condensed all his cultivation bases was earth-shattering.
…
…
Fang Jie swung upwards with one hand, supporting Yang Shunhui's blow that seemed to be as heavy as a mountain.
"anger?"
Fang Xie sneered, raised his other hand, bluffed his palm and squeezed it hard.
With a puff, Yang Shunhui in mid-air seemed to be squeezed hard by an invisible big hand, his body became distorted, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and he didn't know why he was squeezed hard. It was still the anger from before that came to him. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, his complexion became extremely pale, and Fang seemed as pale as if he had been stripped of all vitality in an instant.
With a flick of Fang Jie's hand, Yang Shunhui's body flew out like a cannonball, and hit the wall of the dilapidated house fiercely, making a hole directly. He pierced through the wall and entered the room. , and then crashed out from the other wall of the house not long after.
Broken bricks flew.
Fang Jie didn't give Yang Shunhui any chance to breathe. Fang Jie deeply remembered one thing after fighting against people for so many years. Regardless of whether the enemy you are facing is strong or weak, there is no room left after you start to attack. Once you give the other party even the slightest chance to breathe, then you may be the one who dies.
Behind such an experience, what kind of hard life is hidden
Before Yang Shunhui could stand up with his eyes wide open, Fang Jie couldn't pass quickly, and kicked Yang Shunhui directly in the face with a side kick. The force sent Yang Shunhui flying. But even so, with the strength of Fang Jie's physical body, an ordinary person would have been kicked to pieces.
Yang Shunhui's inner strength could not stop Fang Jieshi's physical attack. When the cultivation base reaches Yang Shunhui's level, the inner strength of the body guard has become as strong as a rock. Even ordinary strong bows and crossbows did not hurt him at all. Ordinary weapons are meaningless to him.
Even a bed crossbow might not be able to break through his internal protection.
But this kick almost killed Yang Shunhui.
After being kicked by Fang Jie's foot on the left side of his face, his body quickly fell down in a shocking way, his head hit the ground hard and did not stop, but turned into an iron plow. A deep furrow was plowed in the ground. This critical blow shocked all the soldiers watching.
The head hit the ground and slid out sideways, leaving a deep groove in the ground that his skull had plowed.
"I don't want to say anything to kill you on behalf of all Han Chinese who have been bullied and humiliated by foreigners."
Fang Jie walked over and picked up Yang Shunhui's tattered clothes, raised one arm above his head and slammed it on the ground.
Boom!
Yang Shunhui's body was directly embedded in the ground, and the agitated dust and dust flew around.
"I am not qualified to kill you on behalf of anyone, nor should I resolve their hatred for you. I kill you only on behalf of myself."
Fang Jie grabbed Yang Shunhui's ankle and lifted him up again. Yang Shunhui's face-down posture made people feel nervous. Such a big man who used to be all-powerful, such a big man who called the wind and rain in the local area, is now like a maggot, which only makes people sick.
Fang Jie threw Yang Shunhui out, then walked up to a soldier, and reached out to take the small cloth bag from the soldier's hand. This cloth bag is obviously made of very special materials, and the tentacles feel very heavy and thick. Fang Jie carried the small cloth bag to Yang Shunhui, opened it, and poured out the contents.
It contained the bullets of the God-slaying Musketeers.
Bullets fell on Yang Shunhui's body one by one, just like crystal clear raindrops falling on a person. However, this bullet has a corrosive power that rainwater cannot match. As soon as he touched Yang Shunhui's body, Yang Shunhui immediately cried out like ghosts and wolves, as if he was enduring unbearable pain.
Those bullets, like red-hot iron balls falling on the snow, drilled into Yang Shunhui's body at a speed visible to the naked eye. The power of a single bullet may not be able to kill a cultivator of this level, but at least dozens of bullets fell on him, and the pain of being corroded can be imagined.
Soon, a bullet penetrated his flesh.
"Do you feel uncomfortable?"
Fang Jie said with a blank face: "If you are allowed to continue to do evil in the eastern border, then more practitioners will be killed by such bullets. Perhaps many of them, like you, have their own Wives and children. They fought to protect their wives and children, and you surrendered for yourself. Even this way of death is not fair to them. It is honor for them to die like this! It is ugly for you to die like this.”
"I wanted to cut open your chest to see the color of your heart."
Fang Jie shook his head, and said in a soft but heavy tone, "Don't look at it now, because I'm sure it's black."
The bullet melted into Yang Shunhui's body, corroding his internal organs. Yang Shunhui's mouth was constantly overflowing with black blood, and it was still steaming. One could imagine how weird and terrifying the pain in his body was at this moment. It's not that Yang Shunhui has never seen practitioners shot to death by such arrogance, because the practitioners who wanted to kill him in the past few years were not one or two. The god-slaying musketeers sent to him by Lehman killed practitioners more than once in his mansion.
"After the victory of this war, I will build two statues in Muping City. One is standing, symbolizing the unyielding and strong of the Han people. The other is kneeling, facing the standing person...it is you."
Fang Jie stopped looking at him, as if looking at him even more would affect his mood.
"You will never stand up, because no matter whether it is people now or people in future generations, they will never forget everything you have done. The pain you inflicted on the people has come back to you now."