Volume 2 in Kyoto Chapter 48 The Juvenile Murder in Niulan Street

There was a loud bang, and I don't know who had such divine power to throw such a large stone over the high wall! The carriage was smashed by the boulder, and then a rain of arrows struck, slamming into the range of the carriage. If it weren't for Fan Xian's quick escape, even if he hid in the carriage and could pick up a life under the stone with a small amount of effort, I was afraid that he would be immediately shot into a thorn.

These guards of the Fan family are all masters of the five grades except for Fuji Zijing, and they suddenly encountered an enemy attack, but they were not panicked, and they made a few sounds, pulled out their waist knives and danced, and a few clouds of silver light flashed, and they actually blocked most of the feather arrows, but although there were not many archers, they were too close, and the arrows came too fast, and the guards always had something that they couldn't take care of, and after a few muffled snorts, the three guards were hit by arrows in their legs, and they staggered and fell to the ground.

At the beginning of a round of arrow rain, the three guards gritted their teeth and jumped on the wall, and came out with horizontal knives, but the arrows behind the wall were cut to the ground, but the arrow poison was too domineering, and after a while, the three guards felt sore, and could no longer control their bodies, and half-knelt on the ground.

At that moment, they raised their heads and watched a pair of terrifying giant palms slap their heads!

Fan Xian hid behind the plane tree, avoiding the arrows at first, but there was no way to rush to support his subordinates immediately, and he heard three familiar screams from behind the high wall, and his heart was furious, and in his grief, he was almost pierced by the two snake-like swords around him.

He was trapped by two women, dressed in black, whose swords were painted black to avoid reflection. Apparently quite an old-fashioned assassin. Fan Xian knew in his heart that since the other party didn't come out with his face covered, he must have killed all five people in his line.

As soon as he turned around, he twisted his toes on the ground, bent his knees slightly, and let the sword on the left rub his left chest, followed by a dangerous avoidance of the sword on the right!

Fan Xian had never learned martial arts moves. It's just that he has received a ten-year education from Wuzhu, so the current dodge. It's a completely knee-jerk move. Fortunately, although these two black swords are as agile as snakes and ghosts as smoke, after all, in terms of speed and accuracy, they are too far behind the wooden sticks in Wuzhu's hands, so it is possible for Fan Xian to dodge the stabbing blows like maggots attached to the bones again and again in a dangerous situation.

The three of them fought farther and farther along the corner, and Fan Xian finally woke up from his panic. At this time, when I looked at the two swords again, I seemed to feel that the tips of the swords had become much slower.

And the two female assassins with pale faces found that the other party looked embarrassed, but the black sword in her hand couldn't stab his body at all!

There was another bang, and the wall in the far corner of the alley fell, and a man as tall as a giant spirit god stepped out of the broken wall, and walked straight to one of the guards who had fallen under the plane tree with an arrow in his left leg.

Three of the four guards who followed Fan Xian out today have died, and this is the last one. He was already sore and numb and fell under the tree, and Fan Xian didn't pay attention to it when he went to catch him just now, but at this time, he found out through the sword light that it was Fuji Zijing. Fan Xian's heart tightened, and he snorted, and wanted to rush over there. It's just that I didn't expect the vicious sword in the hands of these two women to be unrelenting, trapped around them.

At this moment, Fujiko Jing, who originally looked like he was dying, suddenly jumped up from the ground, and the waist knife that had been hiding behind him turned into a strange light and slashed at the neck of the big man!

Fan Xian's heart was ecstatic, and then he was extremely shocked.

I saw that the big man tilted his head slightly, raised his right hand, and pinched the knife that Fuji Zijing risked to die like a fly. A trace of blood flowed out of the mouth of the tiger of the Great Han Land. But the palm of his hand was not cut off by this knife, I really don't know what his body is made of!

Fujiko Kyo saw that the situation was not good. With a muffled snort, his toes touched the big man's chest a little, and he was ready to jump over the wall next to him. Among Fan Xian's several guards, although Fuji Zijing is the leader, the martial arts cultivation is the weakest one, but his mind is the most sober.

The big man grinned and punched him. Fuji Zijing felt the attack of curare poison in his body at this time, his whole body was weak, and he didn't avoid it, but he heard a click, Fuji Zijing howled miserably, and his entire left thigh was broken by this punch, and he fell to the ground, and the blood quickly oozing out of his pants!

When the big man pinched Fuji Zijing's knife, Fan Xian already knew that it was not good, he snorted, his steps were stiff, and he narrowly let the two black swords rub his chest and abdomen and staggered past, and the blade pierced the placket of his clothes, and also cut two crossed blood cuts on his body.

And Fan Xian finally took advantage of this moment of space, pinched his hands, and two pink light smoke flashed, spraying directly at the two female assassins.

The female assassin reacted quickly, shutting her mouth and tiptoe away. Fan Xian finally found such an opportunity, where was he willing to let it go, with a loud shout, the domineering true qi in his body burst out, his arms shook, and his arms seemed to have grown a lot, and his palms were about to hit the throats of the two female assassins.

With two soft sounds, the female assassin's throat bone shattered, her mouth foamed at the blood, and she fell limply to the ground.

At this time, the big man had already raised his hand and was about to slap Fuji Zijing's head.

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Fan Xian is very calm, this calmness comes from the experience of two lives, but also from the teachings of Fei Jie and Wuzhu, he didn't have time to think about why Uncle Wuzhu didn't make a move at this time, but he knew that he was facing the most dangerous test after coming to Kyoto, if he couldn't even pass this test, it could only prove that he shouldn't come to this world to live again.

At a distance of four zhang, he only took a blink of an eye to run over, his left hand turned over and fed a pill into his mouth, and with a lift of his right palm, he stopped in front of the dying Fuji Zijing, blocking the big man's palm in mid-air!

A muffled sound exploded in the alley, and the plane trees next to the earthquake began to tremble, and the leaves fell weakly.

Fan Xian felt that the pain in his right hand penetrated into the bone marrow, and a powerful force that he had never encountered before passed from the palm of the big man's hand, but after a moment's effort, he couldn't support it.

He snorted, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his lips, but he was not flustered at all, his left hand had already felt the trigger, ready to give the other party a fatal blow.

But then something very strange happened.

A wind came from the mouth of the alley, gently revolving around Fan Xian's body, there seemed to be a strange force, using the wind as a medium, constantly competing with his body, although this force was not big, but it was very annoying, and it effectively interfered with Fan Xian's next movements.

The big man grinned, looking at Fan Xian's gaze, but he looked like a brute beast, and his eyes were also glowing with terrifying crimson.

Fan Xian looked through the broad back of the big man and saw a somewhat vague figure at the entrance of the alley, the person wearing a bamboo hat.

"Let me smash your head. Dahan seemed to find that Fan Xian had nothing to do, and laughed wildly, and the strength in his palm increased a few points.

Fan Xian snorted coldly, knowing that he was facing the biggest predicament since his rebirth, his right arm began to tremble slightly, but deep down he kept shouting: "Shoot you!"

In this moment of life and death, the true qi that had been swimming around his whole body, as if it had already been as calm as a lake, seemed to have encountered some kind of provocation, and could no longer be quiet! A magnificent true qi erupted from the snow-capped mountain behind him, and violently poured into his right arm along the small circulation in his body.

At that moment, Fan Xian had the illusion that his right arm was made of iron.

The powerful True Qi collision caused the two palms of many different sizes to be separated by a distance of about an inch, and then slammed into each other fiercely.

There was a loud "boom", and there were countless screams, and countless sharp true qi fragments flowed around the two of them, tearing apart the leaves of the plane trees fluttering in the air.

"Die!" Fan Xian roared wildly, retracted his fist with extremely terrifying control, and punched in a straight line, hitting the big man's chest and abdomen. A very strange look appeared on the big man's face, a mouth spitted out the blood on Fan Xian's face, and a big pit was obviously concave in his chest and abdomen!

But no one could have imagined that this big man's vitality was so tenacious, and after receiving this heavy blow, he still stood still, but his big hand slapped Fan Xian's right shoulder like a fan, and Fan Xian's right shoulder immediately turned into tofu that had been wiped by a black blind man, a wolf, and blood flowed everywhere.

But the ruthlessness in Fan Xian's bones finally broke out today, and he was hit hard, but he just screamed in pain, and the whole person threw himself into the arms of the big man with his strength, and his left hand had already taken out the slender dagger and plunged it into the big man's throat.

Then he pulled down hard.

The big man's chest and abdomen were first smashed out of a large pit, and then they were disemboweled, and the sparse internal organs rushed out, and blood and abdominal fluid wrapped around those fascia intestines and flowed to his feet.

He couldn't believe his eyes, raised his head to look at Fan Xian, and then fell back, buzzing like a big tree on the ground.

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The whole world was silent.

Fan Xian gasped and struggled to maintain a standing posture, looking at the vague figure wearing a bamboo hat at the entrance of the alley.

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