() The two of them ran for more than 20 miles. In a forest in front of them, ten powerful cavalry suddenly sprang out and blocked the way. These ten cavalry were all in black and tight-fitting leather armor, and they were the same as Zhang He in the medicine village.
The clothes of the people under Ming's command were of the same style.
Zhou Jingxuan gave a bitter smile, "That Zhang Heming is really evil. He actually ambushed this cavalry twenty miles away from Mo Shangting."
Fang Ping narrowed his eyes slightly and observed this group of cavalry a hundred steps away. A smile appeared on his face and he said, "This week Heming seems to look down on us a little. He sent a group of people to rob the road, but only one person was sent.
The strong person with the name Hua Jin Xiaocheng takes the lead, and the rest are all at the Anjin level."
Zhou Jingxuan laughed and said, "How old are you and me? How much effort do you have to put into basic pharmacology to become a pharmacist? How much time can you spend on martial arts? He sent this team of ten cavalry, which is already very long.
Give us face. Look at their equipment. They have leather armor, two heavy weapons, a sledgehammer and a big ax, three long spears, a silver hook, a short halberd control weapon, and three more.
Archers who are good at riding, even masters with great strength, will definitely not be able to gain favor from them."
Zhou Jingxuan's analysis is correct. Zhang Heming's view of the two of them is this. If you practice kung fu to the level of dark strength, you can restrain your inner energy, making it difficult for outsiders to see the depth.
Zhang Heming was not an outsider, but he judged that Fang Ping's cultivation level was at most a great level of secret energy. Zhou Jingxuan, who was a few years older than Fang Ping and a child of a noble family, might have entered the realm of a small level of transformation energy.
With the strength of the two of them, it would be no problem to send a ten-man cavalry team, which is well-equipped, brave and good at fighting, and led by a warrior who has become a warrior.
After the group of cavalry blocked the path of Fang Ping and Zhou Jingxuan, they formed three columns and slowly approached the two. After they had advanced about twenty steps, the distance between the two sides was only about eighty steps. Fang Ping
He drew his bow and nocked an arrow, aimed at the leader, and shouted in a deep voice, "If you want to speak, ask your leader to come over. If you move forward, I will fire an arrow."
Fang Ping's 300-pound iron-tied bow combined with iron-wood arrows has a range of 250 steps. At a distance of 80 steps, the two of them are also within the attack range of the opponent's archers. This is already very disadvantageous for the two of them.
So Fang Ping wanted to make them stop.
The cavalry stopped, and a red-faced strong man holding a sledgehammer drove his horse forward, stood ten steps away, and said, "I am Guan Hu, the captain of the black-clad guard team of Tianjian Yaozhuang. My son ordered me to
Come and ask Mr. Fang Ping to come back to the house for a brief explanation. Mr. Fang Ping, please."
As Guan Hu spoke, he reached out and pointed behind Fang Ping, gesturing for Fang Ping to return to Pingyuan Road. Guan Hu had a businesslike look on his face, and his tone of voice was also very tough, with a commanding tone.
Fang Ping didn't want to talk nonsense to him and said indifferently, "What if I don't go with you?"
Guan Hu laughed and said, "My young master ordered me to take you back. Even if I have to tie you up and carry you, I have to take you back for business."
Zhou Jingxuan said calmly, "Then what's the difference between you and the bandits who kidnap and kill people?"
Guan Hu's face darkened, "We are guards, and we don't have much gangsterism. How can we suppress people? Master Zhou, you have nothing to do here, and our master doesn't want to see you. If you don't want to be accidentally injured, it's best to
It’s better to get out of the way as soon as possible.”
Zhou Jingxuan smiled and said, "I have nothing urgent to do. I just stayed here to see how you got Brother Fang away." While speaking, Zhou Jingxuan's eyes glanced at the iron bow in Fang Ping's hand intentionally or unintentionally. He knew
Fang Ping is a master of archery. As long as he doesn't get close, these ten people may not be able to defeat him.
Fang Ping's face turned cold, "A guard uses bandit energy to suppress people? If your young master takes action, he must have shaken his tiger body and killed the person with his domineering aura."
Guan Hu said impatiently, "Are you leaving or not? I don't have time to argue with you here. The brothers have been waiting for a few hours and are already angry. If you don't leave, we will take action."
Fang Ping's stern face revealed a bit of a smile, "Are you going to start? Just in the past few days, I have been practicing some kung fu. I want to see how my kung fu is going."
Fang Ping raised his long bow and shot an arrow towards Guan Hu's heart.
Guan Hu's Kung Fu has been practiced to the point where his strength has been reduced to a small level. As soon as Fang Ping moved his arm, he sensed that Fang Ping was about to shoot him with a bow and arrow. He straightened his waist, and his muscles and bones made a crackling sound, and he moved a fine steel sledgehammer in his hand.
A fierce gust of wind hit the arrow precisely on its flight path, knocking it away amid the lightning and flint.
Guan Hu smashed the arrow away, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and rushed towards it. Suddenly he felt a pain in his throat, and then a very thin line of blood shot out and sprinkled on the ground in front of the horse. He thought
He raised the sledgehammer, only to find that his arm had lost strength. At the same time, the vitality and strength in his body were rapidly draining away.
"Yes...it's a hidden weapon!" After Guan Hu said these words, he fell under the horse and died.
After Fang Ping fired the arrow, he immediately reached for the arrow in his quiver. However, while reaching out, his wrist shook slightly and quietly fired out a silver needle.
Guan Hu deflected the arrow, but did not notice the silver needle that was shot quietly. At that time, all his strength was concentrated on his arms, and his throat was pierced, killing him.
The moment Fang Ping took action, the cavalry behind him saw that the situation was not good and immediately launched a charge. The three archers immediately bent their bows and nocked arrows, and each shot an arrow at Fang Ping.
Three arrows came through the air. The hairs on Fang Ping's body stood up, and as his mind wandered, he sensed their flight trajectories. Fang Ping caught the three arrows, relaxed his hands, and let them go.
"Bang" and "bang" sounded twice, and two arrows shot in the direction were broken by Fang Ping's arrow and fell to the ground. The third arrow flew towards Fang Ping.
There was still less than a foot away from his heart, so he pointed out with one finger and used the Bengzi Jue in Feihua Yanyu Jue. He knocked on the arrow shaft with one finger, breaking the arrow shaft into two pieces and falling to the ground.
At this time, a scream rang out from the group of cavalry. An archer was shot by Fang Ping's third arrow. The arrow penetrated his leather armor, pierced his heart, and killed him.
A vicious curse sounded, "It's a three-hundred-pound iron-tied bow and an iron-wood arrow. Everyone, be careful, don't get shot by them."
Another leading cavalryman shouted, "Everyone, speed up the charge. Rush in front of him. This bastard's archery skills are extremely powerful."
Zhou Jingxuan's eyes were full of surprise. Fang Ping's archery skills have evolved to an incredible level during this period. He saw Fang Ping's archery skills for the first time in Heming Mountain.
Excellent accuracy. But Fang Ping's shooting techniques at that time were obviously far different from those now. Now, Fang Ping shoots three arrows with one bow, shooting at different targets, and the arrows are extremely accurate, without any difference. This kind of precision
It is a wonderful technique, even if it is described as miraculous, it is not enough.
Moreover, when Fang Ping dealt with the third arrow fired by the enemy, he waited until he was within one foot of him before taking action. He could let the flying arrow come within eighty steps of one foot, and he could still be extremely accurate.
The broken arrow shaft eliminated its flying force, which showed that Fang Ping had absolute confidence and absolute control over his own techniques and strength. This skill also amazed Zhou Jingxuan.
Zhou Jingxuan naturally didn't know that Fang Ping had been practicing the basic techniques of Fei Hua Yan Yu Jue during this period, and incorporated them into his archery, which made the archery advance by leaps and bounds. And he had just realized that his mind was as pure as a child, and his mind was like a child.
Jing Gang's state of mind, his perception and judgment of the enemy's strength entered a new level, so he dared to let the arrow come within one foot of him before shooting him down.
At a distance of eighty steps, the cavalry charged at full speed, with only a few breaths of time. After firing three arrows and knocking down the arrows at close range, Fang Ping turned his horse's head and retreated along the way with Zhou Jingxuan.
When turning around, Fang Ping controlled the reins with one hand and took out three ironwood arrows with the other hand. When the horse ran a few steps and the speed stabilized, Fang Ping leaned back, lay down on the horse's back, and bent his bow.
Nocking the arrow, three more arrows shot out.
"Puff", "Puff" sounded, and the two chasing archers fell down in response. Another knight holding a silver hook danced with the silver hook in his hand, hitting the arrow, knocking the flying arrow several times.
However, he was still shot in the abdomen. The arrow penetrated the leather armor and sank several inches into the abdomen. The man immediately tightened the reins and slowed down the horse.
At this time, the two men who were chasing the closest were less than ten steps away from Fang Ping. Fang Ping raised his hand, and two silver lines flew out with a sharp sound of wind, piercing the eyes of the two knights respectively.
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The two men each waved their weapons and made two "ding-dong" sounds, deflecting the two silver needles that flew towards them. But then, a stream of blood spurted out from the throats of both men. Immediately, the two of them were in
In fear, he fell off his horse and was trampled by the horse behind him, and he died immediately.
All this happened in less than a minute. Of the ten cavalrymen who were chasing Fang Ping, he killed five and seriously injured one, leaving only four.
The remaining four people were extremely brave and still chased after him on horseback. Fang Ping's speed slowed down slightly, and the two knights raised their spears and stabbed him in the back.
It was as if there were eyes on Fang Ping's back. When the tips of the two spears were only three inches away from his back, his right fist rubbed against his clothes and came out from under his ribs, hitting the tips of the spears like a heavy hammer.
.In one fell swoop, the tips of the two spears were knocked off, turning the two spears into two fine wooden poles.
Fang Ping slashed back with his left palm, cutting the barrels of the two spears in one stroke. The two knights had already caught up with Fang Ping, holding only one section of the spear shafts in their hands, and surrounded them from left to right.
Zhou Jingxuan, seeing Fang Ping kill five people in a row, stopped running away and said, "You have already killed five people, I have to get some blood on my hands, otherwise how can we be considered good friends?" As I said that, I turned my horse.
He raised his head and the long sword at his waist popped out with a clang, heading towards the other two knights.
The two of them fought one against two, and within a few rounds, they killed the four knights. In the direction of Cangshan Town, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves, and after a while, He Zhiheng's two guards galloped away.
come over.
After Mo Shangting parted ways, He Zhiheng ordered the two bodyguards at the advanced level to follow him from a distance. In order to avoid being discovered by Fang Ping and Zhou Jingxuan and making them unhappy, these two men just followed him from a distance.
They just heard someone screaming in the distance and rushed over at full speed. When they came over, there were nine corpses lying on the ground, all of them were black-clad guards of Zhang Heming's family. There was also a black man with an arrow in his abdomen.
The guard, riding limply on the horse, reached out to hold the wound, his face was ashen, and his eyes were full of horror and shock.
The two of them were originally ordered to protect Fang Ping. When they saw this scene, they looked at each other. According to common sense, low-level pharmacists have to spend a lot of time to lay the foundation and will lag behind their peers in martial arts. Generally speaking, pharmacists can only reach
After the second level, money and pills are no longer a problem, and your martial arts strength will improve by leaps and bounds.
Fang Ping and Zhou Jingxuan were both promoted to first-grade junior pharmacists recently. The two guards could not have imagined that the two of them were actually so strong. In just one or two minutes, they led a group of people who had transformed their strength into a strong one.
The ten-man cavalry team was killed and crippled.
One of them, after being silent for a while, finally said with emotion, "The pharmacist knows martial arts, no one can stop him!"
Another guard also said respectfully, "I didn't expect that the two young masters are actually martial arts masters, but we are worrying too much. You two can go on your way, but we will clean up the mess here. The second village owner will take care of this matter.
Take it upon yourself."
Fang Ping and Zhou Jingxuan bowed and thanked them, then stopped caring about the affairs here and continued on their way back to Lishui Town. All remaining matters were left to the two guards to handle.