Joy of Life

Chapter 88: Niulan Street Juvenile Murder Case

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There was a loud bang, and I don't know who has such supernatural power to throw such a big stone over the high wall! The carriage was shattered by the boulder, followed by a rain of arrows, slamming into the range of the carriage. If it wasn't for Fan Xian's quick escape, even if he hid in the carriage and managed to pick a life under Shi Lu with his small maneuvering skills, he would have been shot as a hedgehog immediately.

Except for Teng Zijing, these guards of the Fan family are all five-rank masters. When they encountered an enemy attack suddenly, they did not panic. Some of the feathered arrows were blocked, but although there were not many archers, they were too close together. The arrows came too fast, and there were always places that the guards could not take care of. After a few grunts, the three guards were shot in the legs. He shot an arrow, staggered and fell to his knees on the ground.

At the beginning of a round of arrow rain, the three guards gritted their teeth and jumped onto the top of the wall. They slashed out and chopped the archers behind the wall to pieces. It was just that the arrow poison was too overbearing. , he felt sore and numb all over, and could no longer control his body, half kneeling on the ground.

—At this moment, they raised their heads and watched as a pair of terrifying giant palms patted their heads!

Fan Xian hid behind the sycamore tree, avoided the first arrow branch, but couldn't help his subordinates immediately, when he heard three familiar screams from behind the high wall, he was furious and mourned , was almost pierced by the two poisonous snake-like swords around his body.

Trapping him were two women, dressed in black, and the sword in their hands was also painted with black paint to avoid reflections. They were obviously quite experienced assassins. Fan Xian knew in his heart that since the other party came out without covering his face, he must kill all five people in his party.

As soon as he turned around, he twisted his toes on the ground, bent his knees slightly, let the sword on the left brush against his left chest, and then narrowly avoided the sword on the right!

Fan Xian has never learned martial arts moves, but has received Wu Zhu's ten-year education, so the dodging now is completely subconscious. Fortunately, although these two black swords are as nimble as snakes and as ghostly as smoke, they are far behind the wooden stick in Wu Zhu's hands in terms of speed and accuracy after all. In such a situation, he avoided stabbing like a gangrene time and time again.

The three of them fought further and further away along the corner of the wall, and Fan Xian finally woke up from his panic. At this time, looking at the two swords with both eyes, it seems that the tip of the sword has become much slower.

But the two pale-faced female assassins found that the other party looked embarrassed, but the black sword in their hands couldn't stab his body at all!

There was another bang, and the wall at the far corner of the alley collapsed, and a man as tall as a giant spirit walked out of the broken wall, and went straight to a guard who was shot in the left leg and fell under the plane tree. forward.

Three of the four guards who followed Fan Xian out today had died. This was the last one, and he was already numb and fell under the tree. Fan Xian didn't pay attention when he went to catch him just now. It turned out to be Fujiko Kyo. Fan Xian's heart tightened, he snorted, and wanted to rush over there, but he didn't expect that the vicious sword light in the hands of these two women would not let go, and was trapped around him.

At this moment, Teng Zijing, who seemed to be dying, suddenly jumped up from the ground, and the waist knife that had been hidden behind him turned into a strange light, and slashed at the big man's neck!

Fan Xian was overjoyed, and then extremely shocked.

The big man tilted his head slightly, raised his right hand, like pinching a fly, and pinched the knife that Teng Zijing desperately slashed, a trace of blood flowed from the big man's tiger's mouth, but the palm of his hand was not cut by the knife Damn, I really don't know what his body is made of!

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Fujiko groaned, put his toes on the big man's chest, and prepared to use his strength to jump over the wall next to him. Among Fan Xian's several guards, although Teng Zijing was the leader and the weakest in martial arts, he was the one with the clearest mind.

The big man grinned and punched him. At this time, Fujikokyo felt the arrow poison in his body attack, his whole body went limp, and he didn't dodge it, only heard a click, Fujikokyo let out a miserable howl, his entire left thigh was broken by the punch, and he fell to the ground, bleeding quickly Oozing pants!

When the big man grasped Fujikokyo's saber, Fan Xian already knew something was wrong, he groaned, his footsteps stopped abruptly, and dangerously let the two black swords rub against his chest and abdomen and staggered past, the sword's edge It pierced through the skirt of his shirt, and also drew two intersecting bloody cuts on his body.

And Fan Xian finally took advantage of this momentary gap, squeezed his hands, and two streams of pink smoke flashed, spraying directly into the faces of the two female assassins.

The female assassin reacted quickly, shut up her breath, and was ready to escape with a touch of her toes. Fan Xian finally found such an opportunity, how could he let it go? With a loud shout, the domineering energy in his body burst out. With a shake of his arms, it seemed that his arms grew suddenly, and the palms of his hands were about to hit the two female assassins. throat.

There were two soft rattles, and the female assassin's throat was shattered, she spat blood from her mouth, and fell limply to the ground.

At this time, the big man had already raised his hand, and was about to pat Fujiko Jing on the head.

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Fan Xian is very calm. This calmness comes from the experience of being a human being in two lifetimes, and even more from the teachings of Fei Jie and Wu Zhu. It was a dangerous test. If he couldn't even pass this test, it would only prove that he shouldn't have come to this world to live again.

With a distance of four feet, he ran over in the blink of an eye, turned his left hand and fed a pill into his mouth, and with a lift of his right palm, he stopped in front of the dying Teng Zijing, blocking the palm of the big man into the air!

A muffled sound erupted in the alley, and the sycamore trees next to the shock began to tremble, and the leaves fell powerlessly.

Fan Xian felt the pain in his right hand, a powerful force that he had never encountered before, passed from the palm of that big man, but after a while, he was about to be unable to hold it.

He snorted, a trace of blood leaked from the corner of his lips, but he didn't panic at all, his left hand had already touched the trigger, ready to give the opponent a fatal blow.

But then a strange thing happened.

A gust of wind came from the entrance of the alley, swirling around Fan Xian's body very softly. It seemed that there was a strange force, using the wind as the medium, to constantly compete with his body. Although this force was not great, it was still strong. It was very annoying and effectively interfered with Fan Xian's next actions.

The big man grinned and grinned, looking at Fan Xian like a brute beast, with a terrifying scarlet in his eyes.

Fan Xian looked through the broad back of the big man, and saw a somewhat vague figure at the entrance of the alley, that person was wearing a bamboo hat.

"Let me crush your head." The big man seemed to realize that Fan Xian had nothing to do, he laughed wildly, and the strength in his palm increased a bit.

Fan Xian snorted coldly, knowing that he was facing the greatest predicament since his rebirth, his right arm began to tremble slightly, but deep in his heart he kept shouting, "Fuck you!"

During this moment of life and death, the zhenqi that has been swimming around his body seems to have been calm like a lake, as if he has encountered some kind of provocation and can no longer calm down! A huge burst of true energy gushed out from the snow-capped mountain at his back, and poured into his right arm along the small circulation in his body.

At that moment, Fan Xian had an illusion that his right arm was made of iron.

The powerful qi collision caused the two palms, which were quite different in size, to separate by about an inch, and then they collided fiercely again.

There was a loud "boom", countless screams, and countless streams of zhenqi surged around the two of them, tearing to pieces the leaves of the sycamore tree fluttering in the air.

"Die!" Fan Xian yelled wildly, retracting his fist with terrifying control, and punching in a straight line, hitting the big man's chest and abdomen. A strange expression appeared on the big man's face. He opened his mouth and spat out the blood all over Fan Xian's face. There was a big dent in his chest and abdomen!

But no one would have imagined that this big man's vitality was so tenacious. After receiving this heavy blow, he still stood still. Instead, his big hand slapped Fan Xian's right shoulder fiercely like a palm fan, and Fan Xian's right shoulder immediately It turned into a tofu wiped by a black blind man, a mess, and blood flowed horizontally.

But the ruthlessness in Fan Xian's bones finally broke out today. After being severely injured by this, he just let out a cry of pain, and threw himself into the arms of the big man with all his strength. The throat of the big man.

Then he pulled down hard.

The big man's chest and abdomen were first smashed into a big hole, and then he was opened again. The viscera rushed out, and the blood and abdominal fluid wrapped the fascia and intestines and flowed to his feet.

He couldn't believe his eyes, raised his head to look at Fan Xian, and then fell back, hitting the ground like a big tree and buzzing.

The whole world is quiet.

Panting for breath, Fan Xian maintained his standing posture with great difficulty, looking at the vague figure in the bamboo hat at the entrance of the alley.