Chapter 756, Death Without Turning a Blind Eye!

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Ye Wenrou's figure appeared beside Fang Yan like a ghost, and the time of her arrival was almost the same as the time when Song planted the seedlings on the ground, which showed how much she cared about Fang Yan.

Her body was in front of Fang Yan, she looked at Fang Yan with an eager expression, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Fang Yan shook his head and said. What the hell was going on just now? What about the hammer of the old man who planted the seedlings in Song?

Bang ----

Baili Lu also rushed to Fang Yan's side, looked at Fang Yan anxiously, looked up and down, and asked, "Can't you die?"

"Can't die. Fang Yan said. What the hell was going on just now? What about the hammer of the old man who planted the seedlings in Song?

Fang Yan is okay and can't die, so the unlucky one is naturally the Taoist idiot Song planting seedlings.

Everyone's eyes shifted to Song Zhiyao's body, and the focus of their eyes was on the muzzle of the gushing and bleeding gun on his back----

Song was seriously injured, and after falling to the ground, there was no movement for most of the day.

When he was a little more sober and wanted to get up from the ground---- at least change to a slightly more decent position, he found that his body was in a crusty pain, and the strength of his body was disappearing in a rapid pass. Not to mention getting up, it is extremely difficult to even turn over.

He shifted little by little, turning his backward posture into a forward one, his eyes staring at the gloomy sky with grief, unable to accept the fact that was happening in front of him.

Obviously, he wanted to kill Fang Yan, why did he fall into such a miserable situation?

"Where's my hammer?" asked Song Jiao in a loud voice.

"I don't know. Fang Yan said with a puzzled expression. "It seems that I was taken to heaven by my fire dragon. ”

"Why can your fire dragon carry my hammer to the sky?" Song began to cough violently as he asked this question. Coughing and coughing, his mouth was covered with blood stars. His internal organs were badly wounded, and a large amount of blood spurted out every time he coughed. "Don't you don't have the heart of Tai Chi, how can your energy condense and transform?"

"I don't know too much, you wait for me to go back and study -----," Fang Yan said embarrassedly. In the face of other people's humble advice, he, the driver of the fire dragon, did not understand the principle, and his heart was full of guilt, feeling that he was not worthy of being a good teacher. "After all, it just happened, and I need some time to think about it-----"

"Why did you use a gun?" asked Song Jihan. "Everyone is a person in the inner rivers and lakes, it is inevitable to compete in martial arts, and there is no scruple about using a knife or a sword---- why do you want to use a gun?"

When Song Zhiyan asked this question, Ye Wenrou and Baili Lu's eyes also shifted to Fang Yan's face.

yes, how can this guy use a gun? How could he get his hands on a pistol at such a critical time----

There are a lot of hatreds and grievances in the inner rivers and lakes, if you are cut off by someone, you will find a way to cut back the other party's arm. If you've been stabbed by an enemy, try to stab him with a dozen or twenty swords---- but there's never been a time when someone has cut off an arm and you've shot someone in the head.

Everyone agreed to tie it up, forming a rule that does not exist but everyone abides: no hot weapons!

Besides, for them, the masters of the inner rivers and lakes, what is a gun, and what is a bullet?

In the world, kung fu is the highest.

This is their dignity, their pride. It's a forbidden area where they and hot # weapons don't get along.

But you use a gun---- this kind of behavior is cheating, it's illegal, and it's despised.

Fang Yan felt even more embarrassed, his cheeks were hot and painful, his eyes were dodgy, he didn't dare to look at Ye Wenrou and Baili Lu's eyes, and he didn't want to look at Song Zhuan's condemning eyes, and explained in a dry voice: "People are poor and short-minded, bring a gun insurance." You also know that my Tai Chi heart is gone, and your kung fu is too good and you run too fast----- I was afraid that I would not be able to catch up with you, so I accidentally took out a pistol from my pocket and shot you. I didn't mean to, I hope you don't mind too much-----"

Fang Yan's Tai Chi heart became stillborn, and he had to endure the burning of his body with his internal strength, Fang Yan suddenly felt very insecure---- especially when dealing with a group of inner river monsters, his heart was full of inferiority complex.

When the Millennium Palace was on a mission, he and his friend Gongsun Qi experienced a life-and-death escape. Several times they were cornered, and because they fought bloodily when they were desperate---- they finally had the opportunity to escape from that piece of purgatory on earth and return to China alive.

It was also this encounter that made Fang Yan feel the beauty of life more and the importance of life.

He wants to live for himself, for his family and his lover, he can't die, he has to protect himself well----

So, when he came out to protect the phoenix, he deliberately prepared a gun on his body.

Guns are not omnipotent, for example, when he and Song Zhiyan fought alone, they didn't have a chance to hold a gun or shoot at all. Even if you take out the gun, you may not have a chance to shoot Song Jiao. Because when he just raised the gun, maybe Song Jiyan had already rushed in and twisted one of your arms---- a character like them, the speed of forward and dodge should exceed the speed of bullet shooting.

When the fire dragon he swung out pierced through the Dao Idiot Song Rice Planting Air Hammer, Song Rice Transplanting and Fang Yan both had some trance. I can't figure out what kind of story or accident happened in between.

Song Jihan even began to be suspicious, thinking that Fang Yan was also a Heavenly Dao Realm master with hidden strength-----

Take advantage of his illness and ask for his life. Fang Yan reacted quickly and kicked Song Jiao in the abdomen. What I didn't expect was that Song Jiao, an old horseman, was extremely insidious, and after taking the initiative to accept this kick, he desperately escaped with the power of the counterpush----

Fang Yan didn't think about it, he took out a pistol from his pocket and shot it at Song Jiao's back.

He really didn't mean to!

"------" Song Zhiyan wanted to say that I mind. I mind if I'm dying, okay?

"I'm sorry for you this time, if you have any requirements, just mention ----" Fang Yan looked at Song Jiao with a hideous and distorted expression, and couldn't help but ask out loud. He is a kind person, but he can't see the pitiful appearance of others. Whenever others looked at him like this, he instantly felt compassion---- even if the person he was facing was the Taoist idiot Song Tuan, whom he hated to the bone.

"Excuse me----" Song Zhuan didn't finish his sentence, and coughed violently again. He coughed so violently that large streams of blood spurted out and then landed on his face. A generation of Taoist idiots Song planted seedlings, and the appearance at this time was really miserable.

"Don't be in a hurry, if you have something to say---- said slowly," Fang Yan said comfortingly. "Except for you, everyone is not in a hurry anyway-----"

"Kill me-----" Song said in a hoarse voice. He knew that his important internal organs had been pierced, and even if he was taken back, he was afraid that he would not survive today. Now he is hanging his life with one breath, he doesn't want to die so embarrassed. "Don't ---- with a gun"

He wanted Fang Yan to blow up his head with one punch, he wanted Fang Yan to smash his chest with one palm, he wanted Fang Yan to break his neck with one kick, he wanted Fang Yan to ---- not to use a gun no matter what.

He is one of the seven idiots of China, and he is a well-known figure in the inner rivers and lakes.

He is a legend of a generation and an existence admired by countless people----

He didn't want to wait until after his death, when people in the rivers and lakes talked about him, they all said like this: Song Zhuan is a masterpiece of a generation, although he failed to enter the Daomen in the end, but his cultivation is unfathomable, and he is really the most outstanding person in the Daomen for a hundred years---- but unfortunately he was killed by Fang Yan with a shot.

He was so afraid that the last sentence would be stuck on his head and ruin his reputation.

He hoped that he was killed in battle, and he was killed by the peerless magic of Neijianghu----

This is very important, and it is difficult for people who are not from the inner rivers and lakes to understand.

"That's the request?" Fang Yan asked.

"That's the requirement. Song planted rice in his heart. Fang Yan agreed, this guy is not as bad as he imagined. Although he was already very bad in his own mind, ---- Fang Yan in his imagination was still worse than the current Fang Yan.

"Are there any other requirements?" Fang Yan asked.

"No more. Song Jiao's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he was about to be unable to open them. He knew he was going to die, and he was in a hurry. If Fang Yan didn't make a move or kick again, he would be shot to death by Fang Yan----- he would be stared at the pillar of shame in history, and he couldn't accept such a fate.

"This is your last request before you die----- Fang Yan couldn't help but grin and said, "I hate you so much, how could I agree to you?"

"------" Song Yu's eyes were closed, but his body was still twitching violently.

He's angry, really angry.

If there is still a chance, I really want to jump up and beat Fang Yan hard. He will eat his flesh and drink his blood----

Why did he mistakenly believe the words of the martial idiot Hou Zhendong in the first place and didn't kill him? In the face of such a scumbag ---- beast scum, he should be crushed into mud as soon as they meet.

Under the gaze of Ye Wenrou and Baili Lu, Fang Yan smiled shyly, and then raised his pistol and pulled the trigger on the body of Daoist Song Jiao----

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

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He shot the five remaining bullets in the pistol in one go.

A generation of Taoist idiots Song planted rice and closed his eyes forever.

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