Hearing the unfamiliar name of Huashan Linghu Chong, Yun Niang couldn't help but take half a step back.

"Why haven't I heard of you?" Yun Niang asked.

However, the other party showed that Che Ma was from Huashan, which was enough of a headache for Yun Niang.

And he also knew that he was here for Shang Jiuge.

If you add to the premise that Shang Jiuge has been blown to pieces by his own thunder, it can be said that this battle is inevitable.

"There are so many people in Huashan, how can you have heard of each one." Fang Bei looked at Yun Niang and smiled: "I heard that the hive assassins are all dispatched in groups, what about your bee needles?" ”

"Could it be another bee wing that dropped its bee needle and fled?"

Yun Niang took another half step back.

"What do you care so much about?"

"The road is facing the sky, each going to one side, why do you want to embarrass me?"

Saying this, Yun Niang herself had already pinched the palm thunder between her fingers, and shouted: "Go die!" ”

At the same time as the voice came out, she had already thrown all the four palm thunders in her hand towards Fang Bei, and she turned around and fled behind her This palm thunder, which was completely black, was made of thin iron sheets and gunpowder, the size of no more than quail eggs, once it was violently impacted, it would explode from it, and those scattered pieces of iron were the sharpest hidden weapons.

These palm thunders are Yun Niang's killer skills, if you face the enemy head-on, unless you practice your external skills to the extreme, such as the top external skills of King Kong is not bad, who can resist the sharp shrapnel that attacks from all directions.

After all, it is often said in the rivers and lakes that no matter how high a master is, he is also a mortal fetus, and he can't get it back if he cuts off his head.

Of course, the species that cuts the neck with a knife instead cuts a knife is not included in it.

Not only do real men never look back at the explosion, but Yun Niang herself never looks at it.

What's there to see?

I have seen a lot of explosions, and it is the trend to turn around and leave while the explosion is set off.

Therefore, Yun Niang only heard four explosions one after another behind her.

It's done! Yun Niang said with joy in her heart.

But someone suddenly patted her on the shoulder: "Why are more and more people playing with gunpowder now?" ”

"Didn't the adults teach you how dangerous gunpowder is?"

Yun Niang only felt a chill in her heart.

How can it be? How could he be so fast? And those palm thunders have exploded.

How can he come with him unscathed?

All these thoughts flashed through Yun Niang's mind, and then instantly froze.

She felt a cold ice penetrate her heart, and she felt only warm blood gurgling out of her body.

She staggered two steps forward, and the person behind her did not directly draw out the long sword on her body, but skillfully twisted it in her heart.

Fang Bei doesn't have a penchant for listening to people's last words.

Besides, the person in front of him is still a gunpowder player, and these bomb-playing hearts are black, and no one knows if they have an art or the heart of Patrick.

The young man twisted the hilt of the sword and smashed Yun Niang's heart from behind, this is a move that can instantly cut off all vitality, after all, the severe pain caused by the crushing of the heart and the termination of the blood pulse in that moment The death of the heart means that the blood in the whole body stops flowing, and it is certain death no matter what.

Unless, in fact, there is an external pacemaker to replace the heart for pulse supply, which is also necessary for heart transplant surgery.

But it is clear that this world does not have it.

Fang Bei put away the sword, Yun Niang fell straight on the ridge of the roof, the red blood flowed out from under her, and then accumulated into a puddle, some of which were absorbed by the clothes on her body, but more, still drip on the green tiles on the roof, and then flowed down like rain.

Fang Bei sighed, and went over to lift a tile to block the passage of these blood flowing downward: "If any child sees blood dripping from the eaves of his house, it will really be a nightmare." ”

The boy said this, and then turned around, already wearing his own special gloves for touching corpses.

If Yun Niang didn't have bad intentions in advance, she thought about throwing the thunder and escaping, maybe it wouldn't be so miserable.

But since she has already made a move, it is just like what Shang Jiu Ge often says.

When you kill someone, you should also have the consciousness of being killed by others.

Fang Bei was more at ease when he killed her.

Don't touch the corpse and don't care about men and women, in short, from Yun Niang's body that has completely lost consciousness, take out bottles and cans, silver cheats, and more firearms similar to the palm thunder and thunder used by Yun Niang before.

Therefore, Yun Niang's martial arts skills are not high, but she can rank among the silver bee assassins of the hive, her firearms and the poison of the hundred poison pharmacists are really an excellent combination.

However, such a combination is not like Fang Bei and Lin Xue, who are assassins cultivated by the hive since childhood, but a joining force that leads the art to defect, after all, there are only a few good players in the rivers and lakes, and some people are willing to defect, where is there a reason not to accept it.

"Actually, Yun Niang's firearms are really good." Fang Bei briefly checked the firearm she made, and couldn't help but comment.

Before the systematic study of gunpowder, the firearms in China belonged to a kind of small workshop word of mouth, from father to son, from son to grandson, all of which were empirical techniques and all secrets.

And to put it bluntly, that's it.

After all, something as dangerous as gunpowder will cause a big explosion if it is not right, so most firearms workshops will choose to stick to the rules and remain unchanged.

Most worlds don't have dragons to help you resurrect, and you can always send big stars down.

So for a long time, Fang Bei has been a little scornful of the firearms in this world.

But seeing Yun Niang's firearms today, he couldn't help but be a little interested.

The young man carefully swept Yun Niang's whole body under the moon, his face was expressionless, his heart was unwavering, and when he was sure that Yun Niang had nothing of value on his body, Fang Bei stood up and carefully wiped the long sword in his hand with Yun Niang's clothes.

The sword in his hand is not a divine weapon, but the most ordinary steel sword, it is enough to kill, and there is no blood to kill or something, it is too difficult for it.

Fang Bei doesn't have any habit of blowing blood after killing someone, after all, forcing such a high thing, to be honest, it is a bit perverted for ordinary people to do it.

When the long sword in his hand was wiped clean, Fang Bei took out the turquoise vial from his waist, squatted down, and slowly poured the powder into it from the sword wound on Yun Niang's back.

Curling green smoke rose under the moon, carrying a pungent and unpleasant smell.

Fang Bei stood up and looked back into the distance.

I saw that at this time, the entire Los Angeles was shrouded in a bright moon, and at the highest drum tower, a woman was standing quietly there.

Fang Bei smiled.

"You're going to keep watching there."

Fang Bei said quietly.

He just stood where he was, waiting for Yun Niang's corpse to completely turn into a wisp of green smoke before leaving.