The four masked people divided themselves into four directions and surrounded the killer brother. The killer brother had a calm face, his eyes were half closed and half open, and his head was slightly lowered, as if he was not aware of the four people who were staring at him.
Fang Zheng couldn't help but murmured in his heart: "Isn't this guy going to lose his temper at this juncture?" I usually see the killer brother crossing his legs and meditating on his luck, but under the current situation, the killer brother is either dozing off or cramming.
Luck is obviously very untimely.
Fang Zheng crouched like a thief and hid in the carriage compartment, carefully observing the situation outside the carriage. After he was sure that the killer was not asleep and it was not luck, he felt a little more relaxed. Moreover, he had just gone through something
After being frightened, he seemed less nervous now.
Because he was very happy to discover something. The four masked people just surrounded the killer, but they didn't even look at him on the carriage. Fang Zheng couldn't help but feel a sense of luck: Maybe these four people were...
The killer's own enemies have nothing to do with me at all. My appearance here, young master, is actually just a misunderstanding. - Ancient killers should have very professional ethics and would not kill innocent people indiscriminately?
Fang Zheng wanted to find an opportunity to slip away, but after he calculated the direction, he discovered sadly that no matter which direction he ran away from, he had to get out of the carriage door, and if he got out, he would definitely fall into
In the eyes of the four masked men.
His only chance now is to wait for them to fight and then find an opportunity to escape through the door. But - how long will they have to stand?
Fang Zheng hid in the carriage and didn't dare to move. He stared at these five people like five wooden stakes firmly nailed to the ground. He felt a little anxious. As usual, even if you don't say a few lines,
OK, for example: "Are you here?"
"I am coming."
"You shouldn't have come."
"But I'm already here."
Although it is nonsense, it at least conveys a bit of the tragic meaning of "the setting sun is like blood, the autumn wind is bleak". What's the point of being so silent and silent? In which martial arts novel, the masters in the duel kill each other with their eyes.
?
Fang Zheng sighed boredly, his voice not loud, but not quiet either. Young Master Fang is always prone to make all kinds of inappropriate mistakes on various occasions. Undoubtedly, the mistake he made now is the most fatal.
This sigh was untimely. Just like a sprinter getting ready to start when he heard the starting gun, the five wooden stakes outside the carriage began to move.
The four masked people separated in a tacit understanding, and then quickly came together. They raised their swords and struck the killer in the head. Their movements were as fast as lightning. Anyway, with Young Master Fang's ability, he couldn't catch even half of the moves.
of.
It is not as earth-shattering as described in martial arts novels, with a three-hundred-round battle, or a simple move to defeat the enemy and kill someone, nor is it as fancy as in the TV series, flying around the world in a dazzling way.
The moves of the four masked people are very common, nothing more than chopping, slashing, stabbing and other movements. Even Fang Zheng can perform these moves, but Fang Zheng knows that he will never be able to do it so well. Masters are fighting for their lives. In fact,
It doesn’t depend on how fancy your moves are or how high you can fly. It just depends on whether you can use the right moves at the right time. When you need to chop, you can’t use slices. When you need to roll around, you can’t use window pushers.
full moon.
Brother Killer's moves weren't that advanced either. He just dodged the four people's blades lightly, and occasionally counterattacked with two moves. Although he didn't have any hope of victory, he didn't lose at all.
The five people were fighting fiercely, and it was a good time for Master Fang to apply oil to his feet.
Fang Zheng looked around, spotted the gap, and like a rabbit that had been hit by an arrow, quickly dodged out of the carriage. Then he ran towards the official road without looking back, and he didn't care what happened behind him.
That's it. With Brother Killer's ability to fight one against four, it may be difficult to defeat them. Escape on his own must be no problem at all.
When the killer saw Fang Zheng running out of the carriage, he couldn't help but look anxious, and his moves were a lot messy. The four masked people saw this rare opportunity, and the steel knife attacked the killer like a violent storm. Then the killer let out a muffled groan,
A long gash was opened on his left arm with a knife.
The four masked men showed joy in their eyes and looked at each other, so three of them continued to attack the killer, but the remaining one took a sword and withdrew from the fierce fight, chasing Fang Zheng in the direction of his escape.
It’s a long story, but it actually happened in the blink of an eye. Fang Zheng hadn’t run a few steps yet.
When Fang Zheng felt that he had run far enough, he inadvertently looked back. This sight almost scared his soul. He saw a masked man chasing him with a knife, only a few steps away from him.
From a distance, Fang Zheng could even clearly see the ferocious look in his eyes.
Fang Zheng felt so sad and angry in his heart. If you want to fight, go find that cold killer. Why are you chasing me? Are you just passing by if you don't see me? It's obvious that there is no distinction between priority and priority. Who am I offending? -
- Young Master Fang still stubbornly believes that these four people are seeking revenge from the killer brother.
The masked man's physical strength was obviously much stronger than Fang Zheng's, and his running speed was much higher than that of Fang Zheng. In the blink of an eye, he was one step away from Fang Zheng, and the distance between them was exactly a knife's length.
Fang Zheng ran desperately, fear was like a thick iron ingot, weighing heavily on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe. There was only one voice echoing in his mind: "Am I going to die? Die in this strange place.
In this era, in a strange place..." There has never been a time when Fang Zheng felt that death was so close to him, as close as a knife's distance. Even if he fell into the sewer before traveling through time, he would only die on the spot, not
He tasted the fear of death sneering on his lips and approaching him step by step.
In his ears, he could only hear the whistling of the wind and the buzzing sound caused by excessive exercise. Fang Zheng felt that his strength was almost exhausted, and his legs felt as if they were filled with lead and were extremely heavy. The official road seemed to be right in front of him, but it seemed like
It's as elusive as a mirage.
The masked man was like a cat playing with a mouse, with a hint of ferocity flashing in his eyes. As he ran, he raised his knife high and slashed Fang Zheng's back hard.
Fortunately, the knife failed.
Fang Zheng turned around and saw the flash of the sword. He was so frightened that he shouted: "Oh my God!"
The powerless legs suddenly became filled with infinite vitality, as if they had been injected with chicken blood. The potential unleashed by people's survival instinct should not be underestimated.
The masked man still slashed at his back with a knife. Fang Zheng felt a numbness in his buttocks while running, but he didn't feel any pain at all. Then he tripped on a stone under his feet, and Fang Zheng fell to the ground.
When his body lost balance, a thought flashed through Fang Zheng's mind: It's over! I don't know which hellish era he will travel to this time.
Fang Zheng suddenly discovered that he had so much care and reluctance for this world. He thought that he was just a passerby in this era, but he did not expect that he had unknowingly regarded it as his final destination. If I die,
Maybe there will be many people crying for me? Just like in the previous life, every reincarnation always allows me to gain a lot of things, family affection, love and friendship...
The masked man came forward with a steel knife in hand. Fang Zheng stared at him blankly, his mind racing rapidly.
At this moment, without any help, it seems that I am dead. Before I die, should I say something to commemorate my short life?
"My head fell off and there was a big scar!" This sentence was inappropriate. At least Fang Zheng felt that he did not have the heroic spirit to look forward to death.
"Hero, spare your life!" This sentence is more in line with Fang Zheng's character, but his momentum is obviously much weaker. He is going to die anyway, and he cannot die in such a cowardly manner.
"Look! There are aliens!" This sentence is even worse. It is meaningless and can only be used to distract the enemy and then run away.
The masked man was getting closer and closer to him. Fang Zheng seemed to be able to smell the bloody smell of his steel knife. The bright back of the knife reflected the masked man's excited and bloodthirsty eyes...
Suddenly, Fang Zheng laughed. He smiled very happily. He was happier than winning the five million grand prize. His face, which had turned pale due to excessive fright, was quietly blushing at this moment.
Seeing Fang Zheng smile, the masked man was stunned subconsciously and fell into a brief confusion. He didn't understand why a person could still laugh when he was about to die.
Fang Zheng laughed and coughed, not caring that the masked man's steel knife was only a few feet away from him. Then, Fang Zheng struggled to lift his sore arm, pointed behind the masked man, and said, "Who is it?"
Unexpected words.
"Look! There are aliens!"
The masked man sneered. He had seen this trick of trying to escape before death many times. How could he be easily fooled?
The moment he raised the steel knife, Fang Zheng shouted: "If you don't shoot, you will have to pay ten times the money!".
Then there was a sharp sound that broke through the air, and the masked man's eyes were wide open, as if all his strength had been suddenly drained from his body. The steel knife he held high fell down, and then his whole body gradually became limp and fell to the ground motionless.
——On the side of his neck, there was a knife stuck diagonally, a very small knife.
The killer's cold face appeared in Fang Zheng's eyes. Fang Zheng smiled weakly at him and said: "I didn't expect you were practicing Xiao Li - damn flying knife..."
Then Fang Zheng fainted.
After being frightened continuously, exercising excessively while escaping, and feeling exhausted after knowing that he had been saved, Master Fang finally fainted.
When Fang Zheng woke up, he found himself lying on the bed. The bed was very big and soft.
His first thought after waking up was, could it be that I have traveled through time again?
Looking around, I saw the short bed, the exquisite candlesticks, the rosewood Eight Immortals table...
It's confirmed, there is no time travel, this is my own room.
A group of people gathered around, the faces were very familiar, including Mom and Dad, Fatty, Chang Ping, Xiao Lu, Feng Qiudao, and even Yan Ran.
——Strange, why did Yanran come? Didn’t she always dare to enter the Fang family’s door?
Facing everyone's happy or crying faces, Fang Zheng felt warm in his heart. Maybe they are everything I have in this world?
Fang Zheng smiled gratefully at everyone and spoke weakly.