As the Chinese proverb says: The gun is the king of all weapons, the sword is the lord of all weapons, and the stick is the chief of all weapons.
The old drunk is cleaning his gun.
This is a silver spear, made of fine steel that has been tempered a hundred times. The shiny tip of the spear reflects a cold light.
The old drunkard is good at using a spear, but he rarely uses it.
The guns are heavy and slender, and the guns are mighty and domineering, and once the guns are connected, they become an airtight gun array. It fits the image of the old drunkard who is invincible.
However, the old drunkard had not used a gun for a long time, including when he crossed the East Ocean and attacked the 37 islands in the East Ocean.
Because he has used his strength to the extreme, what he needs to learn now is how to save energy.
So he started using the sword, or the fists.
He had treasured this Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear for a long time, and he had never taken it out and used it again after his meridians were destroyed in the battle with the dragon.
The silver spear fell into the corner and was covered with dust, so he took it out and wiped it.
Ga-----
The wooden door of the courtyard was pushed open.
Fang Huwei sat in a wheelchair, looking at the old drunkard cleaning his gun in the room, and asked, "Why are you cleaning your gun?"
"The killing intent is too strong." The old drunkard said calmly. "When the killing intent is strong, the gun can show its power."
Fang Huwei sighed softly and said, "You are not well yet, so you can't use all your strength. Just take a good rest. Fang Yan is out, Fang Hao is out, Cheng Xin is also taking people out. The heroes and good men are also out."
"Fang Yan is out, Fang Hao is out, Zhao Chengxin is out, the heroes are out, and I can go out too."
The old drunkard put the dusty handkerchief into his arms, stood up with his spear in his hand, and said loudly as he passed by Fang Huwei: "I am not going out as the Azure Dragon of China, but as a member of the Fang family. I don't have the energy, but I still have martial arts. I don't have martial arts, but I still have brute force. Killing with blood, chopping meat with a knife. It will always be of some use."
Fang Huwei burst into laughter and said, "Then go ahead. I'll recite a poem to cheer you up-----"
The old drunkard pushed open the back door of the yard and left, his figure soon disappearing in the vast snow and wind.
The worn wooden door creaked, opened and closed by the wind.
Fang Huwei's voice was hoarse and sorrowful as he recited an ancient poem aloud: "Ten years in Yanfang, we drank from the Han River together. We were both drifting like tumbleweeds. I regret that we had no chance to meet each other back then. Now we meet here after more than three thousand miles. The heroic spirits of the universe, mysterious and generous, are willing to write down their deeds in words."
"A man's ambition is to have a spear and a big sword, to succeed with laughter and conversation. He lies drunkenly in the autumn wind at the gate, watching the sunset and the red flags. He loves the snow on the edge of the clouds, the sound of a cold horn, the flat sand and fine grass, and a few flying geese."
While chanting, Fang Huwei clapped the handle of the wheelchair with his palms, looking through the wooden door and the courtyard wall into the distance.
His palms turned red from clapping, but he was unable to relieve the sadness in his heart at that moment.
The Fang family was in trouble and they wished they could die in battle.
"The feelings of lakes and seas, the friendship of brothers, do not regret having an empty cup. Do you know, I am afraid that tomorrow I will look back and see the north of Wei and the east of Jiang."
"All the gods and immortals, ancestors of the Fang family, please protect the children of our Fang family. Protect the children of our Fang family-----"
"All the gods and immortals, ancestors of the Fang family, please protect the children of our Fang family. Protect the children of our Fang family-----"
"All the gods and immortals, ancestors of the Fang family, please protect the children of our Fang family. Protect the children of our Fang family-----"
Again and again, over and over again.
Like the cry of an old crow, like the cry of blood of a cuckoo.
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An assassin is indeed an assassin.
He was very fast, so fast that it was unbelievable.
The only flaw is that this idiot chose a black invisibility cloak just to show off. Doesn't he know that black is the most conspicuous color on the white snow
Fang Yan was very curious, how did the person behind the scenes find so many experts to snipe him? He was just a small figure, was it worth it
He had already understood that this was a sniper attack against him.
Their target was not his father Fang Yixing. Fang Yixing was just a scholar, a "useless person" without any influence or fighting power to them. How could they spend so much effort to plan to kill him
Their target was Fang Yan, and they wanted to lure Fang Yan out by hurting Fang Yixing, to lure him out of Yanziwu, and then to have a life-or-death fight.
Their goal is to kill Fang Yan. Judging from the traps they designed and the waves of experts they arranged, it can be seen that they will not give up until they achieve their goal this time.
Fang Yan is a victim and he has no choice.
If possible, he is willing to sacrifice everything, spend billions of wealth, give up dignity and honor, and kneel down to this man in black and the masters he may face next.
If only they would let him go.
If only they would give him time to rescue his father.
He had a very bad feeling in his heart.
He was worried that his father was dead or in trouble - he hoped it was the latter. This was the best thing he could imagine at that moment.
Fang Yan's eyes were bloodshot, just like those venomous snakes whose minds had been taken away by the Snake Dance.
His face turned red with anxiety and his eyes were furious.
Once again the assassin's attack failed.
The scimitar in his hand hung down, looking weak.
The eyes hidden by the black veil were filled with shock and disbelief. How could someone avoid his aerial cross slash
One cut is one sword, ten cuts are ten swords.
Ten swords were slashed out almost in an instant, blocking all of a person's routes of attack or retreat.
How did he avoid it
He breathed softly, using special methods to quickly adjust his breathing to keep his body in the best condition.
After each charge, the human body will have a period of emptiness, which needs to be filled with energy and fighting spirit.
Otherwise, the opponent will take advantage.
The assassin rushed out again.
He held the scimitar high in his hand and made fancy and complicated confusing movements in front of Fang Yan.
Fang Yan rushed forward, straight into the sword formation created by his dozens of consecutive slashes.
When Fang Yan retreated again, the scimitar was in Fang Yan's hand.
The knife was not stained with blood, as if it had never been used.
A thin red line appeared on the assassin's neck.
The thin line became thicker and thicker, and then blood spurted out.
The assassin's eyes widened, and until now he still didn't understand what had happened.
What he didn't know was that no matter how fast the speed was, it would come to a halt in Fang Yan's Tai Chi domain.
The concealing movements he made could not deceive Fang Yan's Tai Chi heart. No matter whether he took the X line or the S line, Fang Yan only needed to find the straight line between him and himself.
Seize the knife. Kill.
Just a moment.
Fang Yan threw the scimitar in his hand to the ground, and then ran forward again.
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Fang Yixing would not sympathize with the man in black robe.
To him, the man in black robe is his biggest enemy at this moment.
Whether it was the previous kidnapping and poisoning of Zhou Fan or the interception and killing this time, he had countless reasons to kill him.
Good man? What kind of good man would resort to such a vicious scheme against an entire family
Fang Yixing is the head of the family. He has the responsibility and obligation to keep his family safe and protect his loved ones from harm.
Even if he doesn't have enough force, he won't abandon such a responsibility.
However, Fang Yixing knew that he was not strong enough and understood that he had no chance of winning against the man in black robe.
So he tied the long sword to his arm, merged himself and the long sword into one, and went to fight the man in black with a life-or-death attitude.
He was willing to sacrifice his life, and all he hoped for was to chop the man in black robe with a blow.
In that case, if Fang Yan encountered him, it would not be so difficult - he was afraid that the man in black would hurt his son.
It's a stupid, barbaric, helpless and sad way to pay.
Because, for the cultural person Fang Yixing, this is the only thing he can do.
However, he has never been able to do it.
After he was knocked away by the man in black robe, he was unconscious for a long time.
Most of his body was covered in snow, and the ice and snow on the ground froze his limbs, creating a natural ice bed for him.
It was not until his head was almost sealed by ice and snow that he suddenly woke up.
His body was so weak that even opening his eyes was a very difficult task.
He heard the voice of the man in black robe and also heard Bai Xiu's voice.
Bai Xiu, this is the most outstanding young man in Yanziwu.
Of course, now we have to add two words after this evaluation: one of.
After his son's Tai Chi Heart broke through again, he became a young man who could compete with Bai Xiu. Ye Wenrou of the Ye family was also a very outstanding young man, and was even hailed as the number one among the younger generation in the inner world.
Unfortunately, she is a woman.
What a pity this is for the Ye family.
Fang Yixing knew very little about Bai Xiu. They were just nodding acquaintances. He knew that Bai Xiu was excellent and proud, but he had no idea what kind of person he was.
But he knew that Fang Yan didn't like Bai Xiu because Bai Xiu had snatched away his favorite girl.
Fang Yixing did not move. Not even a single movement.
He was waiting, waiting for his strength to recover, waiting for the opportunity to strike that blow.
When the man in black robe was kicked away by Bai Xiu again, and when the man in black robe happened to lie next to Fang Yixing, his chance came.
He turned over and stabbed out the knife he had longed for.
He felt complete.
"Master------" the Snake King shouted anxiously.
The current Snake King had a relieved smile on his face, but he was no longer able to speak.
The blood from his chest gushed out, soaking almost half of his body.
He clenched his hand into a fist, and the energy in his body rushed to his head.
boom-----
Countless white dots flew out of the countless holes on his face, and those dots stuck to Fang Yixing's face and body like silkworm pupae. They began to wriggle and quickly drilled into Fang Yixing's body.
That is the pupa of the devil-seeing silkworm, which feeds on human flesh, blood and bones.
The real Snake King is himself a vicious and venomous snake.
(PS: Thank you for the 10,000-yuan reward from Xuelongtian!) (To be continued)