Chapter 438, Ghost Sees Sorrow!

As the Chinese proverb goes: the gun is the king of a hundred soldiers, the sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and the stick is the head of a hundred soldiers.

The old drunkard is wiping his gun.

It was a silver spear, made of refined steel, and the head of the spear reflected a cold light.

The old drunkard is good at spears, but rarely uses them.

The guns are heavy and slender, the guns are mighty and domineering, and the pride is dry, and once the guns are connected, they become an impenetrable gun array. It fits very well with the image of the old drunkard who is invincible.

However, the old drunkard did not use a gun for a long time. Including when he crossed the Orient and picked up the 37 islands in the Orient.

Because he has used his strength to the extreme, now he has to learn how to save effort.

So he began to use a sword, or a fist.

He has treasured this Hundred Birds Chaofeng Spear for a long time, and he has never taken it out and used it since the destruction of the meridians in the battle with the Divine Dragon.

The silver spear fell into the corner of the wall and was dusty, so he took it out and wiped it.

Ga-----

The wooden door of the courtyard was pushed open.

Fang Huwei sat in a wheelchair, looked at the old drunkard who was wiping the gun in the house, and said, "Why do you wipe the gun?"

"The killing intent is too strong. The old drunkard said indifferently. "When the killing intent is strong, you can only use a gun to show its might. ”

Fang Huwei sighed softly and said, "You are not in good health and can't exert yourself, so just rest." Fang Yan went out, Fang Hao went out, and Honesty also took people out. Heroes and heroes also went out. ”

"Fang Yan is out, Fang Hao is out, Zhao Chengxin is out, heroes and heroes are also out, I can also go out. ”

The old drunkard took the dusty handkerchief into his arms, stood up with his spear, and said loudly as he passed by Fang Huwei: "I didn't go out as Huaxia Qinglong, I went out as a member of the Fang family. There is no energy, and there is martial arts. There is no martial arts, and there is brute force. Kill the splattered blood, chop the flesh with a knife. There will always be a little use. ”

Fang Huwei laughed out loud and said, "Then let's go." I'll recite poems for you-----"

The old drunkard pushed open the back door of the courtyard and left, and his figure quickly disappeared into the vast wind and snow.

The dilapidated wooden door creaked and creaked open and closed in the wind.

Fang Huwei's voice was hoarse and sad, and he recited an ancient poem loudly: "Ten years of Yan Fang, drink the Han River together." It is also a canopy. Hate the ordinary meeting, there was no point back then, more than 3,000 miles, meet here. The heroic spirit of the universe, quiet and generous, is only in the inkstone. ”

"Men's Zhi, you want a spear and a big sword, and you can talk and laugh successfully. Yuanmen is drunk and lying in the autumn wind, watching the sunset flag cover the red. Love Shuo clouds and snow, a cold horn, flat sand and fine grass, a few points of Feihong. ”

Fang Huwei chanted while slapping the handle of the wheelchair with his palm, his eyes looking through the wooden door and through the courtyard wall to look even farther into the distance.

His palms were red, but he couldn't get rid of the tragedy in his heart at this time.

The Fang family suffered, and they hated to die in battle.

"The feelings of the lake and the sea, the friendship of Jinlan, don't regret the jade cup to be empty. Do you know it, afraid that the Ming Dynasty will look back, Weibei Jiangdong. ”

"Ladies and goddesses, the ancestors of the Fang family, protect the return of our children. Protect the return of our children-----"

"Ladies and goddesses, the ancestors of the Fang family, protect the return of our children. Protect the return of our children-----"

"Ladies and goddesses, the ancestors of the Fang family, protect the return of our children. Protect the return of our children-----"

Again and again, over and over again.

Like a crow crying alone, like a cuckoo crying blood.

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The Assassin was an Assassin.

He's fast. It's unbelievably fast.

The only flaw is that this idiot chose a black invisibility suit in order to pretend to be forced. Didn't he know that on the white snow, black was the most conspicuous color?

Fang Yan was very strange, how the one behind him had found so many masters to snipe at him. I'm just a little person, is it worth it?

He had understood that it was a sniper against himself.

Their target was not his father Fang Yixing, Fang Yixing was just a scholar, and to them he was a 'waste person' who had no influence or combat effectiveness, how could they spend so much effort to lay out and kill him?

Their target was Fang Yan, and they wanted to lure Fang Yan out by hurting Fang Yixing. Summoning him out of the Swallow Dock, and then perform a non-stop lore.

Their goal was to kill Fang Yan, and it could be seen from the wave after wave of masters who had arranged one trap after another that they had designed that they would not give up if they did not achieve their goal this time.

Fang Yan is a victim, he doesn't have any choice.

If he can, he is willing to give everything, throw out hundreds of millions of family wealth, give up dignity and honor, and he is willing to kneel down to this man in black and the masters who will be likely to face next-----

As long as they're willing to let him go.

As long as they give him time to save his father.

He had an extremely bad premonition in his heart.

He fears that his father is dead or that something is happening----- he hopes it's the latter. It was the most beautiful thing he could have imagined at this point.

Fang Yan's eyes were blood-red, like those poisonous snakes that had been ingested by the Snake Dance.

At this time, his face was flushed, and his eyes were red.

Once again, the Assassin's attack failed.

The scimitar in his hand hung down and looked weak.

The eyes covered by the black veil were full of shock and disbelief, how could anyone avoid his volley?

One slash, one slash, ten slashes.

Ten swords slashed out almost instantaneously, blocking all of a person's attack or retreat routes.

How did he avoid it?

He gasped softly, using special methods to quickly adjust his breathing to keep his body in the best condition.

After every charge of the human body, there will be a period of emptiness. He needs to fill this void with energy and fighting spirit.

Otherwise, it will give the opponent a chance to take advantage of it.

The Assassin rushed out again.

The scimitar in his hand was held high, and his body was doing fancy and tedious bewildering movements in front of Fang Yan.

Fang Yan's body rushed forward, rushing straight into the knife array created by his dozens of slashes.

When Fang Yan stepped back again, the scimitar was in Fang Yan's hand.

The knife was not stained with blood, as if it had never been used.

On the top of the Assassin's neck, a thin red line appeared.

The thin thread grew thicker and thicker, and then blood spurted wildly.

The Assassin's eyes widened, still not understanding what had happened.

What he didn't know was that no matter how fast he was speeding, it would have to come to a halt in Fang Yan's Tai Chi Domain.

The disguised actions he made couldn't deceive Fang Yan's Tai Chi heart, whether he was taking an X-ray or an S-line, Fang Yan only needed to find the straight line between him and himself.

Grab the knife. Homicide.

Just for a moment.

Fang Yan threw the scimitar in his hand on the ground, and then ran forward again.

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Fang Yixing would not sympathize with the black-robed man.

For him, the black-robed man was his biggest enemy at this time.

Whether it was the previous abduction of Zhou Fan and poisoning him or the interception and murder halfway this time, he had countless reasons to kill him.

What kind of good person would do such a poisonous trick to a family?

Fang Yixing is the head of the family, and he has the responsibility and obligation to keep his family safe and protect his loved ones from harm.

Even if he is not strong enough, he will not abdicate such a responsibility.

It's just that Fang Yixing knows that his strength is insufficient, and he knows that he has no chance of winning against the black-robed man.

So he tied the long knife to his arm, fused himself with the long knife, and went to the black-robed man desperately in a posture of death and life.

He was willing to give his life, and all he hoped for was to slash the black-robed man.

In that case, if Fang Yan encountered him, he would not be so difficult----- he was afraid that the black-robed man would hurt his son.

It's stupid, it's brutal, and it's a helpless and sad way to pay.

Because, for cultural people Fang Yixing, this is the only thing he can do.

However, he never succeeded.

After he was knocked out by the black-robed man, he fainted to death for a long time.

Most of his body was covered in snowflakes, and the snow on the ground frostbitten his limbs, creating a natural ice bed for him.

It wasn't until his head was about to be covered in ice and snow that he suddenly woke up.

His body was so weak that it was very difficult to even open his eyes.

He heard the voice of the black-robed man, and he also heard Bai Xiu's voice.

Bai Xiu, this is the best young man in Yanziwu.

Now, of course, two words should be added to the end of this evaluation: one.

After his son Tai Chi's heart broke through again, he became a young man who could compete with Bai Xiu. Ye Wenrou of the Ye family is also a very good young man, and is even known as the first person among the young generation in Neijianghu.

It's a pity that she's a woman.

What a pity this is for the Ye family.

Fang Yixing knew very little about Bai Xiu, and the two were nodding friends. He knows his excellence, he knows his pride, but he doesn't know what kind of person he really is.

But he knew that Fang Yan didn't like Bai Xiu. Because Bai Xiu snatched his favorite girl.

Fang Yixing didn't move. Motionless.

He was waiting, waiting for his strength to recover, waiting for the opportunity to slash that knife.

When the black-robed man was kicked away by Bai Xiu again, when the black-robed man happened to lie down beside Fang Yixing, his opportunity came.

He rolled over and stabbed the coveted stab.

He felt like he was complete.

"Master------" Snake Jun shouted urgently.

The current Snake King had a relieved smile on his face, but he couldn't speak.

Blood gushed out from his chest, soaking almost half of his body.

He clenched his fist with one hand, and the energy in his body surged towards his head.

Bang-----

Countless small white dots flew out of the countless holes on his face, and those small dots were like silkworm chrysalis sticking to Fang Yixing's face. They began to squirm, quickly burrowing into Fang Yixing's body.

It was a ghostly silkworm chrysalis, feeding on human flesh and bones.

The real snake king is a vicious snake in itself.

(PS: Thank you for the reward of the blood dragon heavenly students!)