Probably most people in the military still admire those who are brave.
Han Feihong showed enough respect to Lu Fang.
Lu Fang held up his sword and asked: "What rank are you in?"
He felt that it would be possible to kill the enemy beyond the level by drawing the sword.
"Seventh grade."
Han Feihong said.
This made Lu Fang's heart sink again.
Damn it!
A mere local general, a low-ranking military official, was actually more powerful than the county captain of Ningyuan County.
But he didn't know that most of the masters who belonged to the Great Chongqing court were in the military.
County lieutenants were only responsible for arresting thieves and patrolling public security. Most of them were generals who were not popular in the army or soldiers who had achieved military exploits.
But now that the matter has come to this, there is obviously no way out.
Lu Fang didn't even think about retreating.
Not to mention the seventh grade, even if it is the sixth or fifth grade, there is only hard work! Hard work! Hard work!
He slowly put the Han Sword back into its sheath and said to Han Feihong, "You strike first."
He didn't want to use Form 64 unless absolutely necessary.
Because I don’t know if the death of the two robbers was noticed by Futai Yamen.
"You want me to make the first move?"
Han Feihong was stunned for a moment, and sneered as if he had heard a joke, but in an instant he returned to his seriousness, "I won't kill you! I will only take your legs."
Three steps!
He suddenly drew his sword and rushed towards Lu Fang.
The first step is to push the ground with both legs at the same time. Mud splashes everywhere.
Two deep footprints appeared on the ground.
In the second step, step on the ground with the toes of your left foot. Turn the heavy weight into light weight.
The third step is to land with your right foot.
A dull thud.
Mud splashed on Lu Fang's face.
Han Feihong was already in front of Lu Fang, the distance was less than half a meter.
A horizontal cut with a sword.
Cutting towards Lu Fang's legs.
He really wanted to take Lu Fang's legs.
This sword was powerful and heavy, and as fast as thunder.
The blade cut through the rain curtain, as if breaking all the fine raindrops.
What surprised Han Feihong was that Lu Fang moved faster than him.
The moment he landed on his third step, Lu Fang suddenly bent forward and leaned half of his body forward, and also took a large step forward with his right foot.
Draw the sword in your right hand.
When unsheathed, the scabbard shattered.
The sword moves from bottom to top.
"Ding!"
Swords intersect.
A momentary crisp sound.
Han Feihong's eyes widened, "You..."
The tip of the knife fell to the ground silently.
Lu Fang's Han sword swept upwards and pointed diagonally at the sky.
Han Feihong's chest was blown by the wind and suddenly cracked. A deep wound appeared, and blood could be seen leaching out of the white flesh.
Flesh and blood blurred in the blink of an eye.
Han Feihong staggered back a few steps, suddenly threw his head back and fell down.
He lost.
Defeated by underestimating the enemy.
Also defeated by the weapon in hand.
The standard sword from the army was cut off by Lu Fang's Han sword.
He was also hit hard.
The sword wound spread from the abdomen to the chest, so deep that the bones were almost visible.
Lu Fang let out a long breath, slowly took back his steps, and stood upright.
Really strong.
Drawing the sword is really powerful.
It's just that his current understanding is not enough.
If you go to a high place, you can draw the sword silently and your hair will not frighten. It will never be like now, where even the scabbard is broken.
This is the flow of Qi and energy.
He had just asked Han Feihong to take action first in order to build up momentum. From the moment Han Feihong took action, he held his breath and entered a strange state in a trance.
In his eyes and in his heart, there was nothing else but Han Feihong in front of him.
To be precise, he cut off Han Feihong in front of him.
It just didn't happen.
At the moment of taking action, too much Qi and energy escaped. Otherwise, this sword might have directly split Han Feihong in half.
Silly.
All the soldiers wearing bamboo hats and raincoats in the teahouse were dumbfounded.
Yang Chengyi was also dumbfounded.
Even the two looking at Zhu'er's parents were.
No one had ever thought that Han Feihong, a seventh-level general, would be defeated by Lu Fang with just one move.
Han Feihong is the most powerful person among them, and the rest are just ordinary soldiers in the Chaling Army.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have listened to Han Feihong so much just now.
The wind seemed to be biting suddenly.
Waves of coolness swept through my body.
It took quite a while.
Yang Chengyi suddenly shouted: "Kill him! Kill him!"
He was afraid.
The strength shown by Lu Fang really scared him.
This guy's martial arts skills are so powerful that he might actually be able to take Yang Chengyi's life in the future.
Yang Chengyi's face turned into a bitter melon.
But the soldiers seemed not to hear his words and hesitated.
Until Yang Chengyi shouted again: "Are you all deaf? If you don't kill him, I will kill you when I get back!"
Finally, a soldier drew his sword and rushed towards Lu Fang.
"Wait!"
Lu Fang suddenly shouted at this time.
The soldiers took advantage of the situation and stopped their legs.
Lu Fang looked at Yang Chengyi, pointed at Han Feihong on the ground, and said, "If you don't take him for treatment, he will die."
Yang Chengyi frowned suddenly and said nothing.
He brought people like Han Feihong out without telling his father. If Han Feihong, a general like this, died here, even his father would have a hard time wiping his ass.
Lu Fang added: "The festival between you and me is just a small festival. If someone loses his life, you are to blame, and I am also in trouble."
Yang Chengyi said with a cold face: "What do you mean?"
Lu Fang said: "Take him to Ningyuan for treatment first, and leave him to me. You and I will celebrate the festival, and we will talk about it later. I will follow whatever tricks you come up with."
Yang Chengyi pondered.
He only thought that Lu Fang was really afraid of causing trouble, and he could not imagine that Lu Fang actually had no strength left.
The sword strike just now seemed to have drained all his strength away. This feeling was just like the morning after his first night with Chen Youxi.
I feel weak when I walk, and I have to hold on to the railing when going down the stairs!
Otherwise, Lu Fang would not be polite to these guys.
With the eight-step cicada-killing technique and the three-talent sword technique, Han Feihong was knocked down again. He felt that he should be able to defeat these ordinary soldiers.
"Let them go!"
After all, Yang Chengyi gritted his teeth and said.
He cannot bear this responsibility.
Going to Ningyuan County to take people as hostages was originally his fault. If Han Feihong died here, he would most likely be responsible for this.
He is domineering, but not stupid.
What's deplorable is that he suffered another defeat at the hands of this boy.
Han Feihong is also a fool. It's not good to fight in a group. He insists on fighting with others alone. This is good, being knocked down with a sword.
"The hatred value from Yang Chengyi is 88!"
"The hatred value from Yang Chengyi is 99!"
After contributing a wave of hatred points to Lu Fang, Yang Chengyi glanced at Lu Fang hatefully and asked someone to lift Han Feihong and leave.
Naturally, it is not in the direction of Ningyuan County.
When he really got to Ningyuan County, he had no choice but to let Lu Fang control him.
Han Feihong raised his head and looked back at Lu Fang, with complicated meanings in his eyes.
He did not expect that the first person to think about his life and safety at this juncture would be Lu Fang.
It's a pity that gratitude does not mean worship. Otherwise, he would probably have contributed a lot of worship points to Lu Fang.