Fang Chong and Fang Zongqing walked side by side, as fast as a whirlwind, shuttled between the caravan and the horse thieves.
Behind the two, nine horse thieves in black robes came ruthlessly, and everyone who stood in front of them was ruthlessly killed.
The distance is getting closer and closer.
Fang Chong looked back and felt cold sweat. Five of the nine people behind were behind, but the other four were obviously good at speed. When running, they were much faster than Fang Zongqing, and they had approached less than 100 meters behind them.
Fang Chong turned his head and looked at Fang Zongqing, sighed silently, and decided to fight to the death if the other party caught up with him. Even if he died, he would not let them hurt his father.
In fact, Fang Chong can be faster. Even if he has more than 300 kilograms of heavy armor on his body, once he has all his strength, he can still get rid of the pursuers behind him.
However, he can't do that, he can escape, but what about Fang Zongqing?
Fang Zongqing is not a speed-type warrior. Even though he is strong in his internal strength, his speed is still slightly slower than the pursuers behind him.
"kill!"
With a loud shout, a man in black robe rushed to Fang Zongqing's rear, pulled out a long sword in his hand, and slashed it down in the air.
Fang Zongqing was shocked, but he was not confused at all, and he didn't even turn his head back. The long sword in his hand burst out with a few feet long sword light, which was red. He sniffed and tore the air, forcing the other party to retreat, and the distance between the two sides was widened a little.
"Zhong'er, the other party has caught up. I know that your speed is far more than that now. Don't worry about me and run away quickly."
Fang Zongqing's body suddenly stopped, turned around and stood with a knife, and smiled and said, "Come on, if you want to kill me, you have to pay some price."
brush!
Fang Zongqing stopped, and Fang Chong naturally could not escape again. He sighed in his heart, stood beside Fang Zongqing and said, "Dad, how could I lose my battle if I want to fight?"
"Zhong'er."
Fang Zongqing felt his eyes a little wet and smiled knowingly. A strong father-son relationship rose in the hearts of the two, burning their blood, boiling like magma. A strong fighting spirit rushed out of their bodies, gathered into fighting spirit, and rushed straight into the sky.
"Hey, I actually have such a fighting spirit!"
The man in black robe was slightly shocked, but he didn't care, and sneered and shouted: "Kill!"
The sword light was radiant and the fist was bursting. In an instant, the two sides fought together. The powerful attacks continued to burst out, destroying and shattering the trees and weeds within a radius of more than ten meters.
Fang Zongqing threw away the long sword, his fists were full of red, and there was a layer of hazy energy entangled.
Fang Zongqing's sword technique is just like that. When he is fighting hard, he naturally uses the strongest attack power and best-attended Breaking Fist. With the Hunyuan Power, his strength instantly soared by 50%.
Bang!
The Fist of Breaking Waves was unparalleled, and the powerful fist power burst out from Fang Zongqing's hand and hit the man in black robe who rushed in the front.
However, the man in black robe had a very good cultivation. At the critical moment, he placed a long sword in front of him and blocked Fang Zongqing's fist. The moment the two of them came into contact, a dull sound broke out, and powerful energy splashed everywhere, extremely sharp.
With a blow, the man in black robe subconsciously glanced at the long sword in his hand, and was extremely shocked.
At this moment, the long sword in his hand had been deformed, showing an arc. It was hard steel, not ordinary black iron, but was actually deformed by a punch!
What if such boxing power hits you?
The man in black robe was very afraid. He felt the danger for the first time. He took action carefully, avoided the edge, and did not dare to take Fang Zongqing's fist force. At the same time, he reminded him: "Brothers, be careful that this man's fist force is very destructive. It is probably an innate martial art."
"Innate martial arts!"
The other men in black robes were shocked, and then they became excited and shouted: "Lao Wu, don't be stubborn, catch the living, innate martial arts are good things."
With a huh, nine second-rate warriors surrounded them. They coveted Fang Zongqing's innate martial arts and did not want to kill him now, so they were inevitably hesitant to take action. This also left a little room for Fang Zongqing and Fang Chong, and they could have a short chance to breathe.
Next to the carriage, Manager Liu's eyes narrowed into gaps, staring at Fang Zongqing and Fang Chong who were surrounded by them, with a look of shock on his face.
He originally thought that Fang Zongqing could not do martial arts, but now Fang Zongqing has shown the powerful strength of the peak realm of the second-rate warrior, which shocked him even more. However, what surprised him even more was that Fang Chong, who had become a waste of martial arts, was so powerful. This was simply incredible.
Manager Liu turned his head and asked the accountant in confusion: "Didn't it mean that Fang Chong's dantian has been destroyed? He now has the strength of a third-rate warrior realm, right?"
The accountant's eyes lit up, stared at Fang Chong for a while, and said in surprise: "His dantian is indeed ruined. He is practicing external skills and tempering his body."
"What?" Liu Jianguan was shocked: "You said that he had reached the third-rate warrior level by practicing external skills and tempering his body. He was only fourteen years old. How could this be possible?"
"I don't think it's possible, but that's the case." The accountant replied with a wry smile.
Practicing external skills and physical exercises is always a small path. Not only is it difficult to practice, but it also has slow results. This is why people in this world attach so much importance to the Dantian.
In the Great Qin Dynasty, there were not many people who practiced external skills, but those who were born with poor qualifications and had no hope of cultivating internal strength. They rely on practicing external skills and tempering their bodies to enhance their strength. The process was extremely difficult and ordinary people could not persist.
Moreover, even if you persist, your external skills will be extremely effective. It will take at least ten years to break through to the realm of a third-rate warrior.
But what about Fang Chong?
He is only fourteen years old now, and his dantian was intact a year ago and he had not practiced external skills at all. It means that he had cultivated external skills to the realm of a third-rate warrior in more than a year. No one would believe such things except that they really appeared in front of him.
If you practice external skills for one and a half years, you can reach the level of a third-rate warrior, which is tens of millions of times more difficult than if you practice internal strength for one and a half years.
After all, although it is rare for those who cultivate internal energy to the third-rate warrior realm in one and a half years, there are not none. Those who cultivate external energy to the third-rate warrior realm in those powerful families of the Great Qin Dynasty have such geniuses, but those who cultivate external energy to the third-rate warrior realm in one and a half years?
There is not a single one in the entire Qin Dynasty!
"Shiz-hun, such qualifications are so monstrous!" Finally, the accountant said this and asked in a low voice: "Shopkeeper, do you want to help them?"
"Help them?" Manager Liu's eyes turned around among the surrounding horse thieves, and then looked at Heifeng Ridge, which was known as the bandit's nest in front of him, and said, "No, before entering Heifeng Ridge, there must be more powerful bandits ahead. We cannot expose our strength so early."
"But....."
"No need, but." Manager Liu interrupted the accountant and said, "Life and death have fate, everything depends on their own fortune."
At the same time, the other two caravans also discovered the situation here.
The knight in the caravan that Fang Chong had been paying attention looked at this side, turned around and approached the carriage, as if he was asking in a low voice.
In addition, the leader of the caravan was an old man, with a crutch and a skinny bony look, as if he was about to die. He glanced at the carriage not far away, then looked at Fang Chong and Fang Zongqing who were in the siege and killing, paused slightly, shook his head and said, "Don't take action, it's a pity."
Beside the old man, more than a dozen powerful warriors bowed to agree, and couldn't help but wonder why the old man said it was a pity?
However, this does not prevent them from executing commands.
The final result was that none of the three caravans helped, and they watched Fang Chong and Fang Zongqing get caught in the siege of the man in black robe.
Seeing the caravan, Fang Zhong's heart also sank. He had a glimmer of hope that these caravans could help, at least they would help them with their familiar shopkeeper Liu, but now... reality is reality, and the warmth and coldness of human relationships are fully demonstrated at this moment.
Sharp!
With a loud noise, the gorgeous Mars flowed out, and a red light splashed along Fang Chong's back.
Fang Chong's body was uncontrollably paused forward. Just now, a man in a black robe slashed on his back, which scared Fang Zongqing almost screamed.
Fortunately, Fang Chong was fine. The more than 300 kilograms of heavy armor on his body played a role at this time, blocking the opponent's attack. It was just that the powerful force was transmitted to the internal organs through the heavy armor, causing him to suffer some minor injuries, and did not affect his combat effectiveness.
"Hey, this kid is actually wearing heavy armor. No wonder he can block my blade." The man in black robe who had just slashed the heavy side of the house smiled coldly and rushed over again.
"Hmph, do you still want to come?" Fang Chong's eyes were cold, and the long sword turned into a light curtain. The mystery of the sword technique shocked the man in black and quickly retreated.
Fang Chong was not happy to force the other party to retreat, but couldn't help but sigh, "If I had internal strength, the knife just now should have cut off the other party's head. Unfortunately..." Thinking of this, he held a long sword in one hand and quickly untied the heavy armor on his body.
Bang!
The heavy armor of more than 300 kilograms fell to the ground and made a crisp sound, which surprised several people in black robes. Naturally, they could see that the heavy armor was at least 300 kilograms, but the boy in front of him was actually wearing such heavy armor so fast.
Now that he has removed the heavy armor, how fast he has changed?
Thinking of this, the men in black robes suddenly changed their faces and shouted: "No, be careful of this kid's speed."