Chapter 49: The murder of a young man in Niulan Street

There was a loud bang, and I don’t know who had such divine power to throw such a large stone zi across the high wall! The carriage was smashed by a huge rock, and then a rain of arrows hit him, slamming into the range of the carriage. If Fan Xian had not escaped quickly when he saw the opportunity, even if he could hiding in the carriage with his small kung fu, he would probably have been shot into a piercing wretched person immediately.

Except for Fujiko Kyo, the guards of the Fan family were all fifth-grade masters. They suddenly encountered an enemy attack, but they were not panicked at all. They pulled out their waist swords and danced. Several balls of silver light flashed, blocking most of the feather arrows. However, although there were not many archers, they were too close to each other and came too fast. The guards always had places to take care of. After a few muffled groans, the three guards were all shot in their legs and staggered to kneel on the ground.

As the rain of arrows stopped, three guards gritted their teeth and jumped onto the wall, and came out horizontally, slashing the archers behind the wall. However, the poison of arrows was too domineering. The three guards felt sore and numb all over, and could no longer control their bodies and half-kneeled on the ground.

——At this moment, they raised their heads and watched a pair of terrifying giant palms slapped their heads!

Fan Xian hid behind the sycamore tree and avoided the initial arrow branches, but he had no way to immediately go to support his subordinates. He heard three familiar crys from behind the high wall. He was furious and in grief, he was almost pierced by the two swords around him that looked like poisonous snakes.

The two women were trapped in black clothes, and the sword in their hands was painted with black paint to avoid reflection. They were obviously quite experienced assassin. Fan Xian knew in his heart that since the other party did not come out with his face covering, he would definitely kill all five people in his own group.

As soon as he turned around, his toes twisted on the ground, his knees bent slightly. He let the sword on the left wipe his left chest, and then he was sternly avoiding the sword on the right!

Fan Xian has never learned martial arts moves, but has received ten years of education from Wuzhu, so dodging is completely a subconscious action. Fortunately, although these two black swords are as smart as snakes and as ghosts as smoke, they are far inferior to the wooden sticks in Wuzhu's hand in terms of speed and accuracy. Therefore, Fan Xian can avoid the stabbing like a maggot with bones again and again in a dangerous situation.

The three of them fought farther and farther along the corner of the wall. Fan Xian finally woke up from panic. At this time, he looked at the two swords with his eyes, and seemed to feel that the tip of the sword had become much slower.

The two pale female assassins found that the other party seemed embarrassed, but the black sword in their hands could not stab his body at all!

With another bang, the wall at the corner of the alley in the distance fell. A man as tall as a giant god walked out of the broken wall and walked straight to a guard who was caught in the left leg and fell in front of a guard under the sycamore tree.

Three of the four guards who followed Fan Xian out today were dead. This was the last one, and they were already sore and numb all over. Fan Xian didn't pay attention when he went to catch him just now. At this time, he realized through the sword light that it was Fujikojing. Fan Xian felt nervous, and he groaned, and wanted to break over there. But he didn't expect that the vicious sword light in the hands of these two women was trapped around him without any relaxation.

At this moment, Fujiko Kyo, who seemed to be dying, suddenly jumped up from the ground, hid behind her waist, turned into a strange light, and slashed towards the big man's neck!

Fan Xian was ecstatic, and then shocked again.

The big man turned his head slightly and raised his right hand. He pinched the knife that Fujiko-kyo risked his life and cut it out. A trace of blood flowed out from the big man's tiger's mouth, but his palm was not cut off by the knife. I really don't know what his body made of ground!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Fujiko Kyo groaned, and his toes snatched the man's chest, and he was about to leap over the wall next to him. Among Fan Xian's several guards, Fujiko Kyo was the leader and his martial arts cultivation was the weakest, but his mind was the clearest person.

The big man grinned and punched him. At this moment, Fujiko Kyo felt the poison in his body and his whole body became soft. He didn't avoid it. He only heard a loud noise. Fujiko Kyo screamed, and his entire left thigh was interrupted by the punch. He fell to the ground, and blood quickly oozed out of the pants!

When the big man pinched Fujiko's sword, Fan Xian knew it was not good. He groaned and paused, and he almost let the two black swords pass through his chest and abdomen. The sword tip pierced the collar and also cut two crossed bloody mouths on his body.

And Fan Xian finally took advantage of this moment to pinch his hands and two light pink smoke flashed, spraying the faces of the two female assassins.

The female assassin reacted quickly, held her breath and shut up, and then prepared to escape after a little toe. Fan Xian finally found such an opportunity, but he was reluctant to let it go. With a loud shout, the domineering true energy in his body came out, and his arms were flapped, and it seemed that his arms suddenly grew a piece, and his palm would hit the throats of the two female assassins.

Two slight noises, the female assassin's throat was broken, his mouth was spitting blood, and he fell to the ground softly and weakly.

At this time, the big man raised his hand and was about to slap Fujiko Kyo's head.

Fan Xian was very calm. This calmness came from his two lives of experience, and also from the teachings of Fei Jie and Wu Zhu. He had no time to think about why Uncle Wu Zhu didn't take action, but knew that he was facing the most dangerous test after coming to Kyoto. If he couldn't even pass this test, it would only prove that he shouldn't come to this world to live again.

At four feet apart, he ran over in the blink of an eye. He flipped his left hand and fed a pill into his mouth. With one hand, he held the dying Fujiko-kyo and blocked the palm of the big man in the air!

A muffled sound broke out in the alley, and the sycamore trees beside them began to tremble, and the leaves fell down weakly.

Fan Xian felt that the pain in his right hand was in his bones. A powerful force that he had never encountered before came from the palm of the man. In just a moment, he couldn't hold on.

He groaned, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his lips, but he was not panicked at all. He had already touched the trigger with his left hand, ready to give the other party a fatal blow.

But something strange happened at this time.

A wind came from the entrance of the alley, and it was extremely gentle and circling Fan Xian's body. It seemed that there was a strange force, using the wind as a medium, constantly competing with his body. Although this force was not great, it was very annoying and strongly interfered with Fan Xian's next movement.

The big man grinned and laughed. When he looked at Fan Xian, he looked like a wild beast full of force, and his eyes were filled with a terrifying bloody red.

Fan Xian's eyes looked through the broad back of the man and saw a somewhat blurred figure at the entrance of the alley. The man was wearing a bamboo hat.

"Let me slap your head." The big man seemed to find that Fan Xian had no choice but to laugh wildly, and the power on his palm increased a little more.

Fan Xian snorted coldly, knowing that he was facing the biggest dilemma since his rebirth, his right arm began to tremble slightly, but deep down he kept shouting: "Damn it!"

During this moment of life and death, the true energy that had been wandering around his body, seemed to have been as calm as a lake, as if it had encountered some kind of provocation and could no longer be quiet! A huge true energy squirted out from the snow mountain behind his waist, and suddenly poured into his right arm along the small circulation in his body.

At that moment, Fan Xian had an illusion that his right arm was made of iron.

The powerful collision of true qi made the two palms, which were much different in size, separate about an inch from each other, and then they hit each other again.

With a loud "boom", countless screams, and countless sharp qi flowed around the two of them, tearing the leaves of the sycamore trees flying in the sky to pieces.

"Die!" Fan Xian roared wildly, with extremely terrifying control, and then fisted straight, hitting the big man's chest and abdomen. A very strange expression appeared on the big man's face. He opened his mouth and vomited blood from Fan Xian's face, and a big pit was obviously concave in his chest and abdomen!

But no one expected that the vitality of this man was so tenacious. After being hit hard, he still stood firm. Instead, his big hand slapped Fan Xian's right shoulder like a palm fan. Fan Xian's right shoulder immediately turned into tofu that had been wiped by a black blind man, in a mess and blood flowed.

But Fan Xian's ruthlessness finally broke out today. He was hit hard and cried out with pain. He rushed into the arms of the man with force. He had already taken out the slender dagger with his left hand and inserted it into the man's throat.

Then he pulled down hard.

A big pit was first smashed into the big man's chest and abdomen, and then it was opened. The internal organs were rushing out one after another. Blood and abdominal fluid wrapped around the fascia and intestines, and flowed to his feet.

He couldn't believe his eyes, so he raised his head to look at Fan Xian, then fell backwards, and the ground that smashed like a big tree was buzzing.

The whole world is quiet.
Chapter completed!