Hearing a shout and a curse at the door, swords and swords were already rushing towards Fang Yingnan.
The pale sword light, the bright face!
Fang Yingnan stood up from the dining table, leaping into the air like a "koi wave". He was agile and unrestrained. His flying white clothes carried the faint scent of wood. He was handsome and melancholy. He was indeed a first-class romantic in the world.
appearance.
He looked at the group of big men with a slight smile on his face, as if he didn't take them seriously at all.
But it's not that Fang Yingnan really doesn't take them seriously. In this team of nine people, six are masters of fast swords, and three are swordsmen with reputations in the world. These nine people together
No one dares to relax no matter what.
Therefore, this smile is not easy, it is just that he is used to it and is used to fighting for his life every day!
"Wait a minute, nine brothers, you have to let me know whose family you are working hard for, right?" Fang Yingnan still had the fan in his hand and the sword in its sheath. The spring breeze that filled the air seemed not to be fighting for one's life, but rather like someone fighting for his life.
Chatting with people.
Life and death, love and hate, aren’t they inherently connected?
Risking one's life is talking about love, and talking about love is also risking one's life.
The leader of the nine big men said: "surnamed Fang, you stole the water transport of the Yunzi gatekeeper a few days ago, and you also forcibly slept with more than ten beauties who were dedicated to Liu Bangzhi, the Prime Minister of the Later Han Dynasty. Where do you think we are?"
If you're a family member, if you know what you're looking for, I'll capture you without any hesitation. I'll leave you with a whole body!"
Fang Yingnan smiled, Yan Zhuo and Mu Yunfeng also smiled, but Xiang'er did not smile.
Although women in this world may like the romantic prodigal son, they will never like the flower-picking thief who forces others into trouble!
Fang Yingnan smiled lightly and said: "It turns out he is a brother of Yunzi sect, let's do it!"
He neither explained nor begged, he just said "take action" and the sword in his hand was unsheathed!
The pale green sword, the green light.
Like a spring wave, the whole lobby is blown green.
The nine big men couldn't help but be fascinated by the green sword light. How could there be such a sword technique in this world? It was no longer a sword technique at all, but poetry!
A poem written horizontally, a generous and tragic song!
Just when these nine big men were stunned, the pale green sword, carrying the wildness of poetry and the generosity of song, rushed towards their necks!
These nine people are not ordinary people. Three of them are disciples of Li Zhuifeng of Zhui Feng Sword, and six of them are disciples of Yan Xiaobei, the Thirteen Deadly Swordsmen, and Bai Zhan Hui of "Hundred Battles Huangsha".
Although Li Zhuifeng and Yan Xiaobei are not as famous in the martial arts world as the top ten sects, they are still top-notch masters and their martial arts attainments are not inferior to those of the top ten sects.
Chasing the Wind Sword, the sword technique is so fast that it can chase the wind.
The Thirteen Deadly Swords, as the name suggests, the thirteen moves can definitely kill someone.
One must have the courage to fight a hundred battles with the yellow sand sword technique.
But these nine people were all dead before they even moved a step.
They died very quickly, almost faster than they could blink their eyes. In a flash of green light, the necks of all nine of them were split open, and they fell to the ground in an instant.
As soon as these nine people died, Urala fired hundreds of hidden arrows from outside the door.
Hundreds of hidden arrows were directed at Fang Yingnan to greet him. They were like locusts swarming into the sky.
Fang Yingnan was still laughing. He smiled bitterly, but it was just a bitter smile. He was neither surprised nor flinched. He raised his feet to block a body in front of him and fell backwards. Not even a hidden arrow touched him.
body.
Yan Zhuo looked at Fang Yingnan's Qing Gong and couldn't help but marvel at the perfection of his Qing Gong. At the same time, he also became very interested in this person. Not to mention whether this person's character was good or evil, he could be provoked by just one person.
It’s really not easy to have so many enemies, and every one of them is a life-or-death enemy!
"Which friend is this who planted the secret arrow? Can you tell me his name?" Fang Yingnan put down the body and asked with a wry smile.
"Last night, Mr. Fang still remembers the six jadeite Ruyi escorted by Mengzimen?"
An old man slowly stepped out from the shadows at the street entrance. He was staggering. He carried a bamboo hat behind him. His beard was silvery white. The hair on his head was sparse and showed signs of baldness, but the beard on his cheeks was very thick, hanging straight down to his head. chest.
Yan Zhuo looked at the old man and felt a shiver in his heart. The old man's skin was as dry as dead wood, except for his palms, which were as tender as egg white. He was obviously an expert in using hidden weapons.
This guy is not easy to deal with.
Just listening, Fang Yingnan laughed and said: "I not only remember the six jade Ruyi, I also remember the thousand taels of gold hidden in the secret room!"
When the old man heard what Fang Yingnan said, his expression became even colder. His eyes were as cold as ink, and his two gray eyebrows seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. They stood straight: "Okay, as long as you Tell me the whereabouts of these treasures, and you can leave a whole body."
"Since he is already dead and his body is missing, what difference does it make?"
"you wanna die!"
The old man shouted.
With a fierce shout, the bamboo hat behind him suddenly jumped into the air. Inside the black bamboo hat was a ghost head with paintings of happiness, anger, sadness and joy.
Seeing this happy face, he smiled, his seven orifices opened, and hundreds of "happy needles" shot out instantly.
The bamboo hat showed a happy face, and the old man also smiled. He pulled out two silver threads with his hands and shot them towards Fang Yingnan!
There is a "Happy Needle" in front and silver threads on the left and right. This move is coming from three sides, making it really hard for people to avoid it.
Fang Yingnan frowned, and almost at the same time, the sword in his hand suddenly came out.
This one is like a dragon rising up with thousands of layers of green, and this one is like the wind blowing thousands of willows sending green waves.
Thousands of layers of blue waves rose from the tip of the sword and swept up and swallowed up the hundreds of "happy needles".
The old man saw the "Happy Needle" being blown down by the sword wind, and his face was not angry but happy. Although the "Happy Needle" was powerful, it was just a feint attack. The two silver threads were really fatal.
Fang Yingnan only has one person and only one sword.
It is not easy for one person and one sword to block the hundreds of "happy needles". To block those two silver threads is even more difficult than climbing to the sky.
The smile on the old man's face became even stronger, and the feeling of pride in Mo Ran's eyes slowly dissipated.
Fang Ying couldn't see the silver thread coming, and he had no time to turn around with the long sword in his hand, so he had to take out his folding fan and use the folding fan to break the silver thread. He swung the folding fan in his hand and hit the silver thread like a knife and an axe.
The silver thread suddenly changed its direction due to the force, but even so, he still tied his sleeves up.
After solving one silver thread, he had no time to worry about the other one. He could only turn around and hope that the silver thread would not hurt his vitals.
The old man turned around when he saw Fang Ying, and the look of pride in his eyes became even heavier. His two silver threads were called "Piercing the Golden Armor," and the materials used were exactly the long beards on his cheeks. His long beards had distinct roots and were made of The special medicinal materials are soaked and melt immediately after being stained with blood. They are scattered in the meridians of the person's body. With half a stick of incense, the person's whole body can become swollen and die.
Although his "Golden Armor" can't seal the throat with blood, once it hits, even Daluo Jinxian can't stop it.
Just when he was proud, a ray of light and shadow streaked across the ground like a meteor. Fang Ying looked in front of him.
As the meteor passed by, the silver thread also fell to the ground sadly.
The old man looked at the disappearing silver thread, suddenly startled, and said: "Whoever ruined my good deeds, please stand up!"
"Yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles. If you don't break Loulan, you will never return it. Junior Yan Zhuo, pay homage to Lan Polu, senior Lan who won't break Loulan!"
