"If either of you dares to pull the trigger, I will cut off your shooting arm when your bullets are fired-------"
It's just a blink of an eye, or not enough time to blink. ⊙The top novel,
Fang Yan had already rushed out and cut off the arm of the shooter. And it was the arm that fired the gun.
If I say I want to hit you on the left cheek, I will never hit you on the right cheek. If I say I want to chop off your shooting hand, I will definitely not chop off your #plane shooting hand ---
I have to say that Fang Yan's way of showing off is really quite bluffing.
Fang Yan's speed was so fast that it was difficult for one's eyes to follow his movement.
Except for Bai Xiu, who was lying on the ground and being stepped on by him, it was difficult for anyone else to keep up with his rhythm.
This is the gap in strength, this is the suppression in realm.
Without Bai Xiu as a thorn in his side, Fang Yan felt much happier physically and mentally, and his life was much better.
boom----
The bullet Qing Mao shot with his Aoshi pistol hit the trunk of a big tree, and the bullet drilled a deep hole in the trunk. There was a brief calm at first, and then a loud bang came.
The trunk of the big tree broke in the middle, exploded in the middle, and the wood with vitality flew everywhere.
The entire head of the big tree was blown into the sky, and the remaining branches and leaves rustled.
Click click click----
They were still dismembered in the air when they landed, and the huge giants were scattered into countless small branches.
If it hits a human body, blood and flesh will fly and it will be a mess.
I have to say that this proud pistol is indeed powerful. The attack capability is similar to that of a miniature bazooka. And it's more accurate than rocket launchers.
Snapped-----
This was the sound of Qingmao's gun-holding hand and the Aoshi pistol falling to the ground together.
Fang Yan's sword was very artistic. It cut off the shoulder bone and separated it from the body.
When it fell off, the green cat didn't feel anything strange.
He even wanted to pull the trigger again and shoot a second bullet.
However, he had this intention, and his brain had already issued the order, but his arms were unable to execute the order----
Qingmao didn't feel the pain until his arm fell to the ground.
Blood surged like a red fountain.
"ah------"
Qingmao opened his mouth and yelled. It was only then that he felt the pain.
The pain was heart-piercing. If his willpower hadn't been strong enough, just this blow would have made him faint on the spot.
"Qingmao, are you okay?" The mouse stared at Fang Yan without blinking, and the Aoshi pistol in his hand was aimed at Fang Yan's head motionlessly. His expression was ferocious, and his eyes looked at Fang Yan with murderous intent.
He and Qingmao are both members of the general family, and they are guards specially trained by the general family to protect important members of the family.
They only have code names but no names, but their lives are closely linked to the rise and fall of their family.
Not just them, but also their children and grandchildren - they are all members of the general family.
The home digs them out and nurtures them.
Give them everything in their home, they only need to devote their abilities and loyalty.
It is precisely because of their status as "general family members" that they usually look down upon other people around General Ling.
If you have read "The Legend of Zhen Zhan", you will understand that there are struggles between masters and masters, and there are struggles between slaves and slaves - life is not easy for anyone.
The mouse and green cat are the bodyguards assigned to the general order, so they can only be the general order's people in this life. Emotionally, they are as close as brothers.
Now Qingmao has one of his arms cut off, and he——
The rat wants to shoot!
When the bullets exploded, when the green cat howled miserably, and everyone's attention was attracted to them, the mouse wanted to shoot Fang Yan's head off.
He didn't dare to move, let alone be slightly negligent.
Fang Yan is indeed a man who can do what he says. He said that whoever dares to shoot will cut off an arm of the shooter, and he actually did it.
As he said just now: In more than ten years of living, I have never deceived anyone.
He is indeed not a person who likes to lie!
But what if
What if after he fired, he not only failed to kill Fang Yan, but also had an arm chopped off by him like a green cat
The mouse was in pain and troubled.
They mainly learn marksmanship in hunter schools in Africa. They believe that modern warfare is mainly about money and technology, and a high-performance pistol can dominate the world.
Isn’t that an old saying? No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives. No matter how sharp the kitchen knife is, one shot will kill you.
"Who the hell is this old saying?" The mouse thought angrily in his heart. He felt cheated.
The mouse was very aggrieved. He used to think that those who shouted to kill with swords could not keep up with the times, but now he realized that it turned out that he could not keep up with their speed.
"Kill him, kill him quickly-----" Qingmao roared. Because the pain made him lose his mind, now he wished someone could chop off his head with a knife - life is much harder than death.
While Qingmao shouted, he actually picked up the Aoshi pistol from the ground again.
He grabbed the pistol with his only left hand and raised the gun again to shoot----
Cha----
Another figure flashed past.
The gun didn't go off, the bullet didn't come out. However, Qingmao's other arm also fell to the ground.
"kill-----"
Qing Mao didn't finish his sentence and fell to the ground.
Fang Yan stood there holding the Thunder Sword. The tip of the Thunder Sword was stained with blood, but Fang Yan still stepped on Bai Xiu's face.
Bai Xiu laughed and said: "These people are no match for you. It's easy for you to kill them---but, I like to watch you kill people. Only men who are serious can be successful. When you kill people, you are more demanding than when you are smiling." People like it more - Fang Yan, kill me. I am your father-killing enemy. You will never be able to forgive yourself while I am alive. Don't you want to avenge your father?"
"Don't worry----" Fang Yan said with a smile, thinking to himself, do you think I don't want to kill you? If it hadn't been for the Phoenix falling into their hands, I would have crushed your head with my kick. "It's still early, don't you like watching me kill people? Then open your eyes and watch carefully - see how I kill them all alone. I'll let you see enough tonight."
"You still don't have the courage." Bai Xiu sighed softly. "Such an opponent is really disappointing -------"
Fang Yan's feet began to exert force, and Bai Xiu's face was deformed by his feet.
"Yes, that's it-----" Bai Xiu's voice had become blurry due to facial deformation and dislocation of his mouth. "Just a little more force -- a little more force and I'll be dead."
Snapped!
Kuchiki punched out.
A huge crater immediately appeared next to the big rock where Phoenix lay down, and rocks were flying. It looked as if the Phoenix, who was sleeping on the big rock and could not move, was buried alive.
"Child Fang Yan, let me tell you one last time - move your feet away, otherwise I will punch her into a meat pie -" Kuchiki cursed loudly.
He rushed over and dragged the Phoenix up from the stone.
Phoenix was weak and could not stand up at all.
Kuchiki grabbed Phoenix's neck with one hand and used the strength of his arms to support his body.
He stared at Fang Yan with a sarcastic face and said: "Just now, this little bitch begged for mercy and blocked the sword for you. You must feel very uncomfortable? If she just dies in front of you, how can you be like this?" Will you blame yourself for the rest of your life? But it doesn’t matter. There are too many wolf-hearted men in this world, not even one more of you -------"
Fang Yan looked at Kuchiki calmly and said: "You used her to threaten me - what do you want me to do? Destroy my kung fu? Or tie myself up and kneel down in front of you and let you chop me off with a knife?" My head?”
"---------" Kuchiki was confused. He did whatever he thought of, without even thinking about using Phoenix to threaten Fang Yan. He is not a qualified kidnapper, and he has not even thought about the terms and lines for negotiation.
"If I don't die, she won't die. If I die, she will die with me - I guess you won't keep her and let her continue to live."
The more dangerous the situation, the more important it is to stay calm. This is what Mo Qiandi passed on to him.
He defeated Bai Xiu, but the situation was still very unfavorable to him.
Bai Xiu is a good card in his hand, but Phoenix's life is in the hands of others.
What choice should he make
Because Phoenix had betrayed him, he could exchange Phoenix's life for Bai Xiu's words. In this case, he can avenge his father as he wished.
However, Phoenix betrayed him, and she also saved him-------
"It's hard to make a choice, isn't it?" An old voice reached Fang Yan's ears.
Fang Yan clearly felt that the sound was not around, but came from a distant place.
However, he could hear clearly, as if an old man was talking and sighing in his ear------
Concentrate the spirit with Qi, and it will not dissipate for a long time.
The speaker’s inner strength must have reached the level of supernatural powers
"Who are you?" Fang Yan shouted in a stern voice. "Who are you?"
"Do you really want to see me?" The old voice sounded in Fang Yan's ears again.
"---------" Fang Yan had a bad premonition.
He sensed danger.
That is the natural reaction when being coveted by a powerful and vicious animal.
The hairs on his body stood up, and a layer of fine goose bumps appeared on the surface of his skin.
His Tai Chi Heart spun again, automatically opening the first level of protection for him.
Fang Yan regretted a little, why did he ask him 'who are you'
Wouldn't it be better to pretend you didn't hear what he said
"Are you afraid of me?" Before Fang Yan could answer, the old voice sounded in Fang Yan's ears again.