Ultimate Teacher Chapter 438: Ghosts!
Remember [lnmao.org] in one second, fast update, no pop-up window, free to read!
Chapter 438: Seeing Ghosts!
As the Chinese proverb says: The gun is the king of 100 soldiers, the sword is the king of 100 soldiers, and the stick is the head of 100 soldiers.
The old drunkard is wiping the gun.
This is a silver pistol, made of refined stainless steel, and the light of the gun head reflects the cold light.
Old drunkards are good at spears, but they rarely use them.
The firearms are heavy and slender, the guns are powerful and overbearing, and the pride is dry. Once the guns are connected, they will become an airtight gun. It fits perfectly with the invincible image of the old drunkard.
However, the old drunkard has not used a gun for a long time. Including when he crossed Toyo to pick the thirty-seven islands of Toyo.
Because he put his effort to the extreme, what he has to learn now is how to save effort.
So he started to use swords or punches.
He has long treasured the Hundred Birds Phoenix Blowgun, and has never taken it out for use after destroying the meridian in a battle with the Shenlong.
The silver gun fell on the corner of the wall, so he took it out and wiped it.
Ga -----
The wooden door of the small courtyard was pushed open.
Fang Huwei sat in a wheelchair, looked at the old drunkard who was wiping the gun in the room, and said, "Why do you wipe the gun?"
"The killing intention is too strong." The old drunkard said quietly. "When the killing intention is strong, you can use a gun to achieve its prestige."
Fang Huwei sighed softly and said, "You are not in good health and you can't work hard, just rest. Fang Yan is out, Fang Hao is out, and integrity is also taking people out. Heroes and heroes are out. "
"Fang Yan is out, Fang Hao is out, Zhao Chengxin is out, the heroes are out, and I can go out."
The old drunkard put a dusty handkerchief into his arms, raised his spear and stood up, and when he passed Fang Huwei said aloud: "I am not going out as the Huaxia Qinglong, but part of the Fang family Go out as an identity. There is no energy, there is martial arts. There is no martial arts, there is a brute force. The blood is splattered and the meat knife is cut. There will always be a little use. "
Fang Huwei laughed loudly and said, "Then go. I will recite poems for you -----"
The old drunkard pushed open the back door of the yard and left. The figure soon disappeared into the vast snow.
The dilapidated wooden door creaked, opened by the wind, and closed.
Fang Huwei's voice was hoarse and sad, and he recited an ancient poem aloud: "Ten years of Yan Fang, drinking with the Han River. The same is turning around. I hate ordinary meetings. I had no points at that time, and I met here in more than 3,000 miles. The cosmic heroes , Quiet and generous, in a pen and ink pen. "
"Boy, you want to have a spear and a big sword, and talk and laugh successfully. The door is drunk and lying in the autumn wind, watching the setting sun and the red flag. The snow on the edge of the cloud, the cold corner, the flat sand and the grass, and some flying." >
Fang Huwei sang while patting the handle of the wheelchair with his palm, his eyes passing through the wooden door and through the courtyard wall and looking farther away.
The redness of his palm, but there is no way to resolve the tragic heart at this time.
The Fang family suffered, and they wished to die in battle.
"The feelings of the lake and the sea, the friendship of the Jinlan, the Mo Xiyu cup is empty. The group knows whether it is afraid that the Ming Dynasty will look back and Weibei Jiangdong."
"The gods and celestial beings, the ancestors of the Fang family, the ancestors of the Fang family, protect the children of the Fang family. The children of the Fang family will return -----"
"The gods and celestial beings, the ancestors of the Fang family, the ancestors of the Fang family, protect the children of the Fang family. The children of the Fang family will return -----"
"The gods and celestial beings, the ancestors of the Fang family, the ancestors of the Fang family, protect the children of the Fang family. The children of the Fang family will return -----"
Sound again and again, again and again.
Lone crows like crows, cuckoo blood like cuckoos.
---------
----------
Assassins are worthy of being assassins.
He is fast. Fast makes people feel incredible.
The only flaw is that this idiot chose a black cloak in order to pretend. Is n’t it clear that black is the most prominent color on the white snow?
Fang Yan is very strange, how did the one behind find so many masters to snipe himself. I am 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 is a "waste person" without any influence and combat power, how could they spend so much effort to lay him down ?
Their goal is Fang Yan, they just want to lead Fang Yan out in a way that hurts Fang Yanxing. Recruit him from Yanziwu, and then carry out an endless lore.
Their goal is to kill Fang Yan. The wave of waves of masters arranged by the traps they designed can be seen. They did not give up this time.
Fang Yan is the victim, he has no choice.
If he can, he is willing to dedicate everything, spend hundreds of millions of wealth, and give up dignity and honor. He is willing to kneel to this man in black and the masters he will face next -----
As long as they are willing to let him go.
As long as they give him time to save his father.
He has an extremely bad hunch in his heart.
He is worried that his father is dead or is in trouble ----- he hopes to be the latter. This is the best thing he can imagine at this time.
Fang Yan's eyes are red with blood, just like those venomous snakes ingested by the fighting snake dance.
He blushed anxiously at this time, and also killed his eyes.
The Assassin ’s attack failed again.
The scimitar in his hand hangs below, looking weak.
The eyes covered by the black gauze are full of shock and disbelief. How can someone avoid his volcanic cross?
One cut, one cut, ten cuts and ten cuts.
Ten knives were cut out at almost an instant, blocking all one ’s attack or retreat routes.
How did he avoid it?
He gasped gently, using special methods to quickly adjust his breathing to keep his body in the best condition.
Each time the body charges, there will be an empty period. He needs to use his energy and fighting spirit to fill this empty period.
Otherwise, it will give opponents an opportunity.
The assassin rushed out again.
The scimitar in his hand is held high, and his body is doing fancy and confusing movements in front of Fang Yan.
Fang Yan's body rushed forward, straight into the knife array created by his dozens of knives.
When Fang Yan retreated, the machete was in Fang Yan's hand.
The knife does not stain blood, as if it has never been used.
A thin red line appeared on the assassin's neck.
Thin lines become thicker and thicker, and then blood spurts outward.
The assassin's eyes widened, and he still doesn't understand what happened.
What he did n’t know is that no matter how fast it is, Fang Yan ’s Tai Chi must be stopped.
The cover-up actions he made can't fool Fang Yan's The Heart of Tai Chi. No matter whether he takes the x line or the s line, Fang Yan only needs to find the straight line between him and himself.
Seize the knife. kill.
Just for a moment.
Fang Yan threw the machete in his hand to the ground, and then ran forward again.
--------
--------
Fang Yixing will not sympathize with the black robe.
For him, the black robe is his biggest enemy at this time.
Whether it was the previous hijacking of Zhou Fan's poison or the half-way interception of this murder, he had countless reasons to kill him.
Good people? What kind of good people will do such a poison to a family of young and old?
Fang Yixing is the head of the family. He is responsible and responsible for keeping his family safe and protecting his loved ones from harm.
Even if he does not have enough force, he will not abandon this responsibility.
It's just that Fang Yixing knew he was not strong enough, and knew that he had no chance of winning against the black robe.
So he tied the long knife to his arm, merged himself with the long knife, and went to the black robe to fight desperately.
He is willing to give his life, and all he expects is to cut the black robe.
In that case, if Fang Yan encountered him, he would not be so strenuous ----- he was afraid that the black robe would hurt his son.
It ’s stupid, savage, and helpless.
Because, for the cultural person Fang Yixing, this is the only thing he can do.
However, he has never been able to do it.
After being blown out by the black robe, he passed out for a long time.
Most of his body was covered with snowflakes, and the snow on the ground frosted his limbs, creating a natural ice bed for him.
It wasn't until his head was about to be blocked by ice and snow that he suddenly woke up.
His body is weak, and even opening his eyes is a very difficult thing.
He heard the black robe and Bai Xiu's voice.
Bai Xiu, this is the best young man in Yanziwu.
Of course, two words should be added after this evaluation: one.
After his son The Heart of Tai Chi 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 hailed as the first person in the young generation of Neijianghu.
Unfortunately, she is a woman.
What a pity for the Ye family.
Fang Yixing knew very little about Bai Xiu, and the two belonged to each other. He knew his excellence and his pride, but he didn't know what kind of person he was.
But he knew that Fang Yan did not like Bai Xiu. Because Bai Xiu snatched his favorite girl.
Fang Yixing didn't move. Don't move at all.
He is waiting, waiting for the recovery of his physical strength, waiting for the opportunity to cut the knife.
When the black robe was kicked by Bai Xiu again, when the black robe just fell down beside Fang Yixing, his chance came.
He turned up and stabbed the dream knife.
He feels complete.
"Master ------" Snake King shouted anxiously.
The current snake king has a relief smile on his face, but he has no way to speak.
The blood on his chest spewed out, soaking almost half of his body.
His fist in one hand, the energy in his body surged toward his head.
Bang -----
Countless small holes in his face flew out of countless white dots. Those small dots were like silkworm chrysalis stuck on Fang Yixing's face. They began to wriggle and quickly penetrated into Fang Yixing's body.
It was a sorrowful chrysalis, feeding on human flesh and blood.
A real snake king is itself a vicious and poisonous snake.
(ps: Thank you Xuelong Tianxiao for the great reward!) r1058
s