A Chinese proverb says: The spear is the king of a hundred soldiers, the sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and the stick is the leader of a hundred soldiers.
The old drunkard was cleaning his gun.
It was a silver spear, made of hundred-refined steel, with a bright tip that reflected the cold light.
The old drunkard is good at using spears, but he rarely uses them.
The guns are heavy and slender, and their power is powerful and domineering. Once they are connected together, they form an airtight formation. It fits perfectly with the image of an old drunkard who is invincible.
But no, the old drunkard hasn't used a gun in a long time. Including when he crossed the East Ocean and conquered thirty-seven islands in the East.
Because he has used his strength to the extreme, how can he save effort when studying now.
So he started using swords, or fists.
He had treasured the Hundred Birds Chaofeng Spear for a long time, and never took it out for use after his meridians were destroyed in the battle with Shenlong.
The silver gun fell in the corner and was covered in dust, so he took it out and wiped it.
Ga—
The wooden door of the small courtyard was pushed open.
Fang Huwei was walking in the wheelchair, looking at the old drunkard cleaning the gun in the house, and said, "Why are you cleaning the gun?"
"The murderous intention is too strong." The old drunkard said calmly. "When the murderous intention is strong, only by using a gun can you show your power."
Fang Huwei sighed softly and said: "I'm not in good health, so I can't use my strength, so I should have a good rest. Fang Yan went out, Fang Hao went out, Chengxin also took people out. Heroes and heroes also went out."
"Fang Yan is out, Fang Hao is out, Zhao Chengcheng is out, the heroes are out, he can also go out."
The old drunkard put the dusty leg handkerchief into his arms, stood up with his spear in his hand, and said loudly as he passed by Fang Huwei: "He can't go out as a Chinese Qinglong, or as a member of the Fang family. Get out. No strength, but very martial arts. No martial arts, but a lot of brute force. Kill with blood splatters, chop meat with a machete. There will always be something useful."
Fang Huwei burst out laughing and said, "Let's go. He recited poems to me -"
The old drunkard opened the back door of the yard and left, and his figure quickly disappeared into the vast wind and snow.
The old wooden door creaked as it was blown open and closed by the wind.
Fang Huwei's voice was hoarse and sad, and he recited an ancient poem loudly: "For ten years, Yanfang drank together from the Han River. We were both in Zhuanpeng. We hated the ordinary meeting. We were inseparable in the past, and we met here more than three thousand miles away. The heroic spirits of the universe are together. Be generous and be willing to do just the right thing."
"A man's ambition is to ask for a spear and a sword, and success in talking and laughing. I lie drunk in the autumn wind at the gate, watching the flags of the falling moon reflected in the red. The snow on the edge of the clouds is fierce, the sound of a cold horn, the smooth sand and fine grass, what time is the flying dragon."
As Fang Huwei sang, he slapped the leg handles of his wheelchair with his palms, looking through the wooden door and the courtyard wall into the farther distance.
The palms of his legs were red, but he couldn't resolve the tragic feeling in his heart at this moment.
The Fang family was in trouble and wished they could die in battle.
"The feelings of the lake and the sea, the friendship of the golden orchid, don't cherish the jade cup until the leg is empty. Do you know, I am afraid that tomorrow will look back, Weibei and Jiangdong."
"Dear gods and great immortals, ancestors of the Fang family, protect the return of the little children of the Fang family. Protect the return of the little children of the Fang family—"
"Dear gods and great immortals, ancestors of the Fang family, protect the return of the little children of the Fang family. Protect the return of the little children of the Fang family—"
"Dear gods and great immortals, ancestors of the Fang family, protect the return of the little children of the Fang family. Protect the return of the little children of the Fang family—"
One voice after another, over and over again.
Like the old man crows, like the cuckoo cries blood -
Assassins are worthy of being assassins.
He's very fast. It's incredibly fast.
The only flaw is that the red idiot chose a black invisibility cloak to show off. Doesn't he know that black is the most conspicuous color in the red snow
Fang Yan was very surprised, how did the person behind him find so many high legs to snipe at him. Is it worth it if I am just a little person
He was already aware that this was a sniper aimed at him.
Their target was not his father, Fang Yixing. Fang Yixing was a scholar, but to them, he was a 'waste' without any influence or combat effectiveness. How could they spend so much time planning to kill him
Their goal was Fang Yan, so they tried to lure Fang Yan out by hurting Fang Yixing. Recruit him from Yanziwu, and then carry out a fatal killing blow.
Their goal was to kill Fang Yan. It could be seen from the waves of traps they designed that they would not give up until they achieved their goal.
Fang Yan is a victim, he has no choice.
If possible, he is willing to dedicate everything, spend hundreds of millions of wealth, give up his dignity and honor, and he is willing to kneel down to the high-legged Donglai Donglai of the man in black and Keke Mianfeng—
Just beg them to let him go.
He asked them to give him time to save his father.
He had an extremely bad premonition in his heart.
He fears that his father is dead or something is going on—he hopes not the latter. That was the best thing he could imagine at this time.
Fang Yan's eyes were blood red, just like those poisonous snakes whose minds were taken in by the snake fighting dance.
At this time, his face turned red and his eyes turned red.
Once again the assassin's attack failed.
The scimitar in the leg hangs to the east, looking weak.
The eyes covered by black gauze were filled with shock and disbelief. Could anyone avoid his cross-cut in the air
One slash, one slash, ten slashes.
The ten swords were cut out almost instantly, blocking all a person's attack or retreat routes.
How did he avoid it
He panted lightly and used special methods to quickly adjust his breathing to keep his body in optimal condition.
After every charge in the human body, there will be a period of emptiness. He needs to fill that empty period with strength and fighting spirit.
Otherwise, it will give the wrong leg an opportunity to take advantage.
The assassin rushed out again.
The scimitar in his leg was raised high, and his body made fancy and complicated confusing movements in front of Fang Yan.
Fang Yan's body rushed forward, rushing straight into the knife array created by dozens of consecutive slashes.
When Fang Yan retreated again, the scimitar went into Fang Yan's leg.
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 grew thicker and thicker, and then blood spurted outward.
The assassin's eyes widened, and he still didn't know what happened to Hong.
He didn't know whether no matter how fast he went, he would have to stop in Fang Yan's Tai Chi realm.
The cover-ups he made cannot deceive Fang Yan's Tai Chi heart. No matter whether he takes the x line or the s line, Fang Yan just needs to find the straight line between him and himself.
Seize the knife. kill.
Just in an instant.
Fang Yan dropped the scimitar in his leg and ran forward again -
Fang Yixing would not sympathize with the man in black robe.
For him, the man in black robe is his biggest enemy at this time.
Regardless of whether he kidnapped Zhou Fandong the previous time or intercepted and killed him halfway, he had countless reasons to kill him.
Good guy? What kind of good person would use such a vicious trick on a family of young and old