Chapter 438

As the Chinese proverb says: the gun is the king of all the soldiers, the sword is the king of all the soldiers, and the stick is the head of all the soldiers.

The old drunk is cleaning his gun.

This is a long silver gun made of refined steel. Its head is bright and reflects cold light.

Old wine devil is good at using long guns, but he seldom uses them.

The gun is heavy and long, powerful and domineering. Once the gun is connected, it will become an airtight gun array. It is very suitable for the image of the old wine ghost.

However, the old drunk didn't use a gun for a long time. Including the time when he crossed Toyo and chose Toyo 37 island.

Because he used his strength to the extreme, what he has to learn now is how to save energy.

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

He has kept this hundred birds and Phoenix spear for a long time. He never took it out and used it after the destruction of the meridians in the first battle with the dragon.

The silver gun fell on the corner of the wall and was covered with dust, so he took it out and wiped it.

GA -

the wooden door of the courtyard was pushed open.

Fang Huwei sat on the wheelchair, looked at the old drunk cleaning his gun in the room, and said, "why do you clean your gun?"

"Too much killing." Said the old drunk quietly. "When there is a strong sense of killing, you can show your power with a gun."

Fang Huwei sighed softly and said, "you are not in good health and can't work hard. Just rest well. Fang Yan went out, Fang Hao went out, and integrity took people out. The hero and the hero are out

"Fang Yan has gone out, Fang Hao has gone out, Zhao Chengxin has gone out, heroes have gone out, and I can go out."

The old drunk took the dusty handkerchief into his arms, stood up with a long gun, and said aloud as he passed by Fang Huwei: "I'm not going out as a Chinese green dragon, but as a member of the Fang family. No energy, and martial arts. No martial arts, but also a brute force. Blood splashing, meat rolling knife. There will always be some use. "

Fang Huwei laughed and said, "then go. I recite poems for you -- "

the old wine ghost pushes the back door of the yard to leave, and soon the figure disappears in the vast snow.

The old wooden door creaked and was opened and closed by the wind.

Fang Huwei's voice was hoarse and pathetic, and he recited an ancient poem loudly: "ten years of Yan Fang, drinking the Han River together. It's the same as spin. I hate the ordinary meeting. I met here for more than 3000 Li. The universe is brilliant, quiet and generous. It's just a matter of writing and inkstone. "

"A man's ambition is to have a long gun and a big sword, and talk and laugh successfully. Yuanmen lies drunk in the autumn wind, watching the setting sun and red flags. Love Shuo cloud side snow, a cold corner, flat sand fine grass, a few flying Hong

While singing, Fang Huwei slapped the handle of the wheelchair with his hand, and his eyes went through the wooden door and the courtyard wall to see the farther distance.

The palm of his hand was red, but he couldn't get rid of his sadness.

Fang's family is in trouble. I hate to die in battle.

"Lake and sea feelings, golden orchid friendship, don't miss the jade cup. If you don't know it, you will be afraid of looking back in the Ming Dynasty, and the east of the Weibei river. "

"You gods and immortals, the ancestors of the Fang family, to ensure the return of our little children. To protect the return of our little children -- "

" gods, ancestors of our little children. To protect the return of our little children -- "

" gods, ancestors of our little children. To ensure the return of our little children -- "

one after another, over and over again.

If the crow crows alone, if the cuckoo crows blood -

the assassin is worthy of being an assassin.

He is very fast. It's amazing how fast.

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

Fang Yan is very strange. How does the one behind find so many experts to snipe himself. I'm just a small person, is it worth it?

He has understood that this is a sniper against himself.

Their goal is not his father, Fang Yixing. Fang Yixing is just a scholar. For them, he is a "useless man" without any influence and combat effectiveness. How can they spend so much time to lay out and kill him?

Their goal is Fangyan. They just want to bring Fangyan out in the way of hurting Fangyi. Recruit him from yanziwu, and then carry out an endless killing.

Their goal is to kill Fang Yan. It can be seen from the wave after wave of masters who have designed the traps one by one. They will not stop until they reach their goal this time.

Fang Yan is the victim. He has no choice.

If he can, he is willing to give up everything, make billions of money, and give up dignity and honor. He is willing to kneel down for the man in black and the master he will face in the future -

as long as they are willing to let him go.

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

He had a very bad premonition in his mind.He was worried that his father had died or was in the middle of something - the latter, he hoped. This is the best thing he can imagine at this time.

Fang Yan's eyes are red with blood, just like those poisonous snakes who are absorbed by the snake fighting dance.

His face was red and his eyes were red.

The assassin's attack failed again.

The machete in his hand was hanging down, looking weak.

Black veiled eyes are full of shock and disbelief. How could someone avoid his volley cross?

One cut, one cut, ten cuts.

Ten knives cut out almost in a flash, blocking all the routes of attack or retreat of a person.

How did he avoid it?

He breathed gently, using special methods to quickly adjust his breathing, so that his body in the best condition.

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

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

The assassin rushed out again.

The machete in his hand is held high, and his body is doing fancy and tedious confusing actions in front of Fang Yan.

Fang Yan's body rushes forward and straight into the array created by his dozens of blades.

When Fang Yan retreats again, the machete reaches Fang Yan's hand.

The knife does not stain blood, as if it has never been used before.

A thin red thread appeared on the assassin's neck.

The thin line gets thicker and thicker, then the blood spurts out.

The assassin's eyes were wide open, and he still didn't understand what happened until now.

What he didn't know was that no matter how fast it was, it had to stop in the Taiji realm of Fangyan.

His disguised actions can't deceive Fang Yan's Taiji heart. No matter he goes X-ray or S-line, Fang Yan just needs to find out the straight line between him and himself.

Take the knife. killing.

Just for a moment.

Fang Yan dropped his machete on the ground and ran forward again -

Fang Yixing would not sympathize with the man in black robe.

For him, the man in black is his biggest enemy at this time.

Whether it's the previous hijacking of Zhou fan to poison him or the half way interception and killing this time, he has countless reasons to kill him.

Good people? What kind of good person will use that trick to a family?

Fang Yixing is the head of the family. He has the responsibility and obligation to keep his family safe and protect his relatives.

Even if he does not have enough force, he will not abandon such responsibility.

However, Fang Yixing knew that he was not strong enough and knew that he had no chance to win against the black robed man.

So he tied the long knife to his arm, integrated himself with the long knife, and tried to find the black robed man with the attitude of life or death.

He was willing to give his life, and all he wanted was to cut the man in black.

In that case, if Fang Yan encounters him, he will not be so hard - he is afraid that the man in black will hurt his son.

Very stupid, very barbaric, but also very sad way to pay.

For cultural people, this is the only thing they can do.

However, he has not been able to do it.

He was knocked out by the man in black and died for a long time.

Most of his body is covered with snow. The ice and snow on the ground frostbite his body, creating a natural ice bed for him.

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

His body is weak, even opening his eyes is a very difficult thing.

He heard the voice of the man in black and the voice of Bai Xiu.

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

Now, of course, add two words after this evaluation: one.

After his son's Taiji heart broke through again, he became a young man who could compete with Bai Xiu. Ye gentleness of the Ye family is also a very excellent young man, even known as the first young generation in the Jianghu.

Unfortunately, she is a woman.

What a pity for ye family.

Fang Yixing knows little about Bai Xiu. They are nodding friends. He knows his excellence, he knows his pride, but he doesn't know what kind of person he is.

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

Fang Yixing did not move. Not a move.

He was waiting, waiting for the physical recovery, waiting for the chance to cut 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 turned over and stabbed out his dream knife.He felt complete.

"Master -" cried the snake king.

The current snake king has a relief smile on his face, but he has no way to speak.

The blood gushed out of his chest, almost soaking half of his body.

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

Bang --

countless small holes in his face fly out of countless white dots, which are like silkworm chrysalis and adhere to Fang Yixing's face. They began to wriggle, and they quickly got into the body of Fang Yixing.

It's a silkworm chrysalis, which feeds on human flesh, blood and bones.

The real snake king is a vicious snake.

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