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Yang Shunhui's eyes were wide open.

He thought that his subordinates were no longer in the same mind as him, but he did not expect that they would raise their weapons to him. It was really ironic enough. The general who once thought he loved soldiers was surrounded by his soldiers and aimed at his body with foreign firearms.

"Do you dare to do it?"

He asked angrily.

There are bloodshot in the eyes.

"It's not that they dare not, they are just a little reluctant."

Fang Jie, who was standing not far away, looked at the hideous Yang Shunhui and said, "They are all soldiers, and they are also soldiers trained by you, so you should know that they have nothing they dare not do, only whether they can, whether they are willing or not. Until now, they still have old feelings in their hearts, but you have brought them into the abyss that will never be restored. If I don't come today, you will take them to attack the Phoenix Platform. At that time, they will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history forever."

After these words, the soldiers began to become restless.

Yang Shunhui suddenly laughed: "Fang Jie, I knew you were a very skilled person, but now I know that you still looked down on you. You want to kill me and seize my military power, but you don't do it yourself, but let my soldiers attack me. As long as they kill me, they will have no way not to follow you, right? Gao Ming!"

He picked his thumbs up.

"Do you dare to fight me to the death!"

He shouted.

hysteria.

"Why are you willing to fight to the death now?"

Fang Jie couldn't help asking: "Are you thinking about fighting to the death before? When you find that you have no way out, you start to want a decent way of dying? When you trade with foreigners, you are destined not to die decently."

Yang Shunhui roared angrily, his fists clenched so tightly: "Fang Jie! You are a despicable villain. You are not open-minded at all if you kill me with such means! Don't you claim to have national integrity? Well, you will fight me, a traitor, and you'd better kill me!"

"I'll do it!"

Shi Wan, who is the most honest and honest, couldn't even see it. He strode to Fang Jie and pointed at Yang Shunhui and said angrily: "I always think your son is useless, but now I know that he is a hundred times and a thousand times stronger than you! He even knows what kind of friendship is, but you have completely lost your human nature. When facing danger, what he thinks of dying with you, can you do it?"

Yang Shunhui was shocked by Shi Wan's words and shook his body a few times. His son Yang Caiping's appearance in his mind involuntarily appeared. He didn't know that Yang Caiping was let go by Shi Wan, but he was sure that Yang Caiping was dead after Shi Wan's words. At this time, the sadness, despair and anger occupied his heart.

"You killed my son!"

He roared wildly and punched out with both fists at the same time.

He and Shiwan are thirty meters apart. Even if Dashe takes action at this distance, the other party will have a certain amount of time to react, not to mention that Shiwan's cultivation is not inferior to him at all. However, Shiwan has almost no experience in fighting with others, so the difference between Yang Shunhui, who has experienced many battles, is only here.

"I'll do it."

Fang Jie punched Yang Shunhui's internal strength and said to Shi Wan: "After all, I will kill this person. Although the Great Sui Dynasty is gone, the meaning of my attack is different from your attack."

He slowly walked towards Yang Shunhui.

"bring it on!"

Yang Shunhui lit his feet on the ground, and his body flew out in the dust and smoke that was kicking up. On the way forward quickly, Yang Shunhui punched out his two fists again. The way he took action was somewhat different from other practitioners. Generally speaking, few people would use both fists at the same time, which would look a little awkward and strange.

But behind this strange posture, what was hidden was that Yang Shunhui released every blow with all his strength.

"You used to be a mountain in front of me."

Fang Jie made every move to resolve Yang Shunhui's offensive, with a faint sadness in his eyes: "At that time, in Chang'an City, I was always filled with awe when I saw a general like you. In any case, the pride of the Great Sui was achieved by people like you by their own abilities. Without excellent generals like you, the majesty of the Great Sui was just empty words. At that time, I sincerely respected you."

"I once thought that if you still want to join the army, you will be the backbone of a country and a nation like you in the future... What I didn't expect is that you will become like this."

He waved his hand and brushed away Yang Shunhui's internal strength like a mosquito: "The biggest hateful thing about a person like you is that after bent his backbone, he still wants more people to be like you."

Yang Shunhui had no intention of paying attention to what Fang Jie said. He was like a crazy bull, only focusing on killing the enemy in front of him. He punched and punched, and the powerful internal strength swept in front of Fang Jie like a wave. Fang Jie seemed to be no difficulty in resolving his endless offensive.

"You can't do it anymore."

Fang Jie's words were like a knife stabbed Yang Shunhui's heart: "You may never have thought that when you look down on yourself in your heart, your cultivation will never be able to enter the state of progress. Because even you hate yourself, this disgust will be hidden in the deepest part of your heart."

"Go to die!"

Yang Shun would jump high, hold his hands together in the air and smash them down hard.

This attack that condensed all his cultivation level was shocking.

......

......

Fang Jie raised his hand upward with one hand, holding Yang Shunhui this seemingly heavy blow.

"anger?"

Fang Jie sneered, raised his other hand, blunt his palm and grabbed it violently.

With a puff, Yang Shunhui in the air seemed to be clenched hard by an invisible big hand, and his body became distorted. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He didn't know if it was squeezed hard by this, or whether the anger of the previous attacked his heart. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face became extremely bad, and his pale release of Buddha in an instant was stripped of all his vitality.

Fang Jie's hand flew out in the void, and Yang Shunhui's body flew out like a cannonball, hitting the wall of the dilapidated house hard, and directly smashing a hole. He broke through the wall and then got into the house, and soon he ran out of the other side of the house.

Broken bricks and stones flew.

Fang Jie did not give Yang Shun any chance to breathe. Over the years, Fang Jie remembered one thing deeply. No matter whether the enemy he faced was strong or weak, he could not leave room after he started to take action. Once he gave the other party a slight chance to breathe, he might be himself.

What kind of hard life is hidden behind such an experience?

Before Yang Shunhui could stand up with a scum, Fang Jie couldn't get over, and a side kick directly hit Yang Shunhui's face. This time it seemed very heavy, but Fang Jie took away his internal strength and simply relied on the strength of his muscles to shake Yang Shunhui away. But even so, Fang Jie's powerful physical attack would have been kicked to pieces if he had been kicked.

Yang Shunhui's internal strength to protect his body could not stop Fang Jie's real physical attack. When his cultivation reached the level of Yang Shunhui, the internal strength to protect his body had become stronger than that of a rock. Even an ordinary strong bow and hard crossbow would not harm him at all. Ordinary weapons were meaningless to him.

Even if it is a crossbow, I am afraid that it will not be able to break his internal strength in protecting his body.

But this kick almost killed Yang Shunhui.

After his left face was kicked by Fang Jie's foot, his body fell down quickly in a shocking way. After his head hit the ground hard, it did not stop, but turned into an iron plow, plowing a deep ditch on the ground. This critical hit shocked all the soldiers watching.

His head hit the ground and then slid out to the side. The deep grooves left on the ground were plowed out by his head.

"I don't want to say anything that means that all the Han people who have been bullied and humiliated by foreigners will kill you."

Fang Jie walked over and carried Yang Shunhui's torn clothes and lifted him up, raised his arm over his head and then smashed it to the ground.

Bang!

Yang Shunhui's body was directly embedded in the earth, and the turbulent dust and dust were flying around.

"I am not qualified to kill you on behalf of anyone, and their hatred for you should not be resolved by me. I kill you just means myself."

Fang Jie grabbed Yang Shunhui's ankle and lifted him up again. Yang Shunhui's head-down posture was so embarrassing that it made people feel nervous. Such a once powerful figure, such a big man who called the wind and rain in the place, was like a maggot, which was only disgusting.

Fang Jie threw Yang Shunhui out, then walked to a soldier, reached out to take the small cloth bag in the soldier's hand. The cloth bag was obviously made of very special materials, and the tentacles had a very heavy and thick feeling. Fang Jie carried the small cloth bag to Yang Shunhui, then opened it, and poured the things inside out.

What was contained inside was the bullets of the God-Slaying Musketeer.

Bullets fell on Yang Shunhui's body, just like crystal clear raindrops fell on people. However, this kind of bullet has a corrosive force that cannot be compared with rain. As soon as it touched Yang Shunhui's body, Yang Shunhui immediately shouted like a ghost crying and howling, as if he was suffering from unexperienced pain.

The bullets, like red-burned iron balls falling on the snow, drilled into Yang Shunhui's body at a speed visible to the naked eye. The power of a single bullet may not be able to kill a practitioner of this level, but at least dozens of bullets fell on him, and the corrosive pain can be imagined.

Soon, a bullet drilled into his flesh.

"Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Fang Jie said expressionlessly: "If you are allowed to continue to do evil in Dongjiang, more practitioners will be killed by such bullets. Among them, there may be many of them, like you, who have their own wives and children. They fight to protect their wives and children, and you surrender for yourself. Even such a way of death is unfair to them. They die in battle like this, and they are glorious! You die in this way, ugly."

"I wanted to cut open your chest and see what color your heart is."

Fang Jie shook his head, and said in a very soft voice but a very heavy tone: "No need to look at it now, because I'm sure it's black."

The bullet melted into Yang Shunhui's body, corroding his internal organs. Black blood kept spilling out of Yang Shunhui's mouth, and it was still steaming. It is conceivable how strange and terrible the pain in his body was. Yang Shunhui had seen a practitioner being shot and killed by such arrogance, because in recent years, there were not only one or two practitioners who wanted to kill him. The god-slaughter musketeer sent to him by Leman killed the practitioners more than once in his mansion.

"After the victory of this war, I will build two statues in Mouping City. One standing symbolizes the indomitableness and strength of the Han people. The other kneeling, facing the standing person... it is you."

Fang Jie no longer went to see him, as if a glance would affect his mood.
Chapter completed!