Full level ruthless person

Chapter 175 Wolf Riding
"court death!"

He Shiyou was furious and shook his hands, turning into flying eagle claws.

I saw him leaping up in the air, crossing his arms on his chest, spreading his claws to the left and right, and swiping out with murderous intent.

But suddenly!
His eyes flashed, and the masked man in black riding on the horse suddenly disappeared.

Howling wind!

A tall black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost!
call!
He Shiyou's breath was suffocated, and his hair was blown high by the strong wind and flew to the back of his head.

Then, his arms sank!
The two sharp claws that were swiping at each other suddenly couldn't move!

"???"

He Shiyou screamed in surprise, his heart was shaken violently, and when he looked down, his pupils could not help but shrink severely.

Only then did he realize that his wrists were firmly held by two big hands.

A huge force came and He Shiyou was forced back to the ground.

Bang!

He Shiyou's whole body was shaken, and his feet were inserted deeply into the mud like planting rice seedlings.

"Ah this..."

He Shiyou's color changed in shock, and as his eyes swayed, he met a pair of cold eyes.

"You only have [-] kilograms of strength, but you are so arrogant!"

Fang Zhixing sneered and moved his hands forward.

Pfft!
He Shiyou couldn't bear it, his expression was twisted, his legs were trembling and bent, he knelt on the ground and gave Fang Zhixing a big salute.

"Brother!"

He Shiyou's other three companions were greatly shocked and stunned.

They first took a breath of cold air, and then rushed over.

"Good come!"

Fang Zhixing raised the corners of his mouth, picked up He Shiyou, pulled out a big windmill, and then threw it away.

Bang!
He Shiyou ran into the arms of one of the young men with a monkey face, and the two of them flew out together and hit a big tree nearby.

Boom~
The big tree trembled violently and fell down, leaving leaves flying and falling.

Fang Zhixing turned around, and a tall and thick young man happened to rush in front of him.

I saw the opponent's arms bulging high, and the eagle claws were poking from top to bottom.

Fang Zhixing dismissed it and punched him out.

The punch is like a dragon, hitting the opponent's stomach first at a faster speed.

Bang!
The terrifying punch power is overwhelming and devastating.

The fist as big as a sandbag punched directly through the young man's stomach, as simple as piercing a layer of paper.

A bloody fist pierced through his back, and his intestines were scattered like ribbons.

"Wow!"

The young man coughed up a large mouthful of blood, and his excited eyes quickly dimmed.

"Third Junior Brother!"

Another young man with a goatee's beard felt his heart skip a beat. He had already rushed to Fang Zhixing and watched helplessly as his junior brother was punched through the stomach.

The flesh and blood fragments of the intestines were all over him.

The bloody fist was pointed right at him!

For a moment, he felt great fear in his heart, which was beyond words. He braked suddenly, stopped, and stared at the masked man in black with his mouth open.

Fang Zhixing shook his fist and removed the young man's body. The blood-stained arm seemed even thicker and more menacing.

The young man with a sheep's beard subconsciously retreated, his hair standing on end.

"Are all the Flying Eagle Sect people like you?"

Fang Zhixing took a step forward, stretched out his big hand, and as fast as lightning, he grabbed the goatee young man's head.

The bewildered young man with a goatee was completely bewildered and could not escape at all.

Fang Zhixing picked up his scalp and pressed it to the ground!
The young man with a goatee was spinning for a while, and his face hit the ground.

Bang!
Earthquake!

Immediately there was a corpse on the ground, his head was smashed to pieces, and he was too dead to die.

At this moment, He Shiyou had just gotten up and happened to witness the tragic death of the young man with a goatee. His pupils could not help but tremble violently, and the fear in his heart magnified infinitely.

Without thinking, he got up and ran, sprinting away.

Even the monkey-faced young man pressing under him didn't care.

At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to escape for his life.

call!
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew from behind, sending chills to the back of the neck and goosebumps all over.

He Shiyou was so anxious that he rolled on the spot and swept back with his eagle claws.

Several twisted scratches immediately appeared in the air, and dust was swept backwards.

However, there was nothing behind.

He Shiyou was startled at first, shook his head left and right, and looked around, but there was no sign of the masked man in black.

"Brother, behind you..."

At this moment, He Shiyou's last companion, the monkey-faced young man, also got up in a daze. After taking a closer look, he couldn't help shouting.

He Shiyou couldn't help but shuddered and twisted his body suddenly, but only saw a fist zooming in his field of vision.

In a hurry, He Shiyou raised his right hand to cover his face.

Bang!
He Shiyou tilted his head back and flew backwards, hitting the monkey-faced young man again.

"Ah~"

The monkey-faced young man was about to cry without tears. He was knocked full of arms and screamed like a slaughtered pig.

The two were entangled together and rolled on the ground more than ten times before stopping.

Before they could get up, a pair of big feet suddenly fell from the sky and landed with a crash.

He Shiyou raised his head with difficulty, the bridge of his nose collapsed deeply into his face, blood flowed out, and he was completely disfigured and miserable.

If he hadn't strengthened his defense and blocked Zhixing's fist with his hand, he would have been knocked down by now.

He looked at his right hand. The bones in his hand were completely broken, as if they had been hit with a sledgehammer. They were twisted and deformed, and the flesh and blood were bloody.

The monkey-faced young man struggled to get up, but before he could do anything, two big hands clamped his head on the left and right and lifted him up.

Terrifying power came from the two big hands.

"Ah, ahh..."

The monkey-faced young man had a splitting headache, his head was squeezed crazily, and he screamed in pain.

Peng~
The next second, his head suddenly exploded, like a squashed watermelon, with red and white splattering everywhere.

this situation...

He Shiyou was horrified, raised his hands tremblingly, and said in a trembling voice: "Sir, spare my life, I surrender, I surrender!"

Fang Zhixing knelt down and asked, "What is your mission here, to intercept and kill me?"

"No, we didn't even know you were here."

He Shiyou shook his head and explained carefully: "The thing is like this, we got an order saying that there are suspicious people frequenting Yan's Winery, and Mr. Tian's favorite woman Yan Hongtao lives here, so my master sent us to keep an eye on her. Protect Yan Hongtao.

In fact, not long after we arrived, we happened to see you running with someone in your arms, so we wanted to stop you, that's all. "

When Fang Zhixing heard the words, he didn't comment and just asked: "The evil monk who broke the precepts is in Yan's winery. Do you know?"

"Who?"

He Shiyou's eyes were blank, as if he had never heard of the evil monk who broke the precepts.

Only then did he realize that he suddenly raised his hand, grabbed He Shiyou's neck, and tore it apart.

Pfft!

He Shiyou's Adam's apple disappeared instantly, and there was a bloody hole in his neck, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"You bastard, ugh..."

He Shiyou couldn't believe it, looked at Fang Zhixing with hateful eyes, fell down, and refused to rest in peace.

Fang Zhixing shook off the sticky flesh and blood on his hands and walked towards his horse.

Behind him, the loud sound of fighting continued.

The ground shook as if a small earthquake had occurred. "The Nine Bull Realm is so ridiculously strong..."

Fang Zhixing's eyes flashed, he no longer hesitated, got on his horse, and galloped away.

However, he had just run out of the woods, and his breathing couldn't help but stagnated.

In the middle of the intersection outside the woods, stood a middle-aged man with his hands behind his back. He was very tall and strong, about two meters tall. He carried a heavy sword behind his back and held a red tassel gun.

"Sorry~"

Fang Zhixing had to stop his horse and take a closer look.

The middle-aged man's thick eyebrows slanted into his temples, his chin was like a tiger's beard, and he had an astonishing aura.

He glanced at Fang Zhixing and said, "Masked, who is fighting with whom over there?"

Fang Zhixing was silent for a while and answered truthfully: "The evil monk who broke the precepts and the hunchback ghost sword Xin Zhanhong, the mysterious fire master Sui Jiefu, and the golden snake village master Xia Jingxian."

"Oh, is it so lively?"

The middle-aged man clicked his tongue several times and fell into deep thought. After a while, he asked again: "Why did they fight?"

Fang Zhixing responded: "Xin Zhanhong and the others hope that the evil monk who has broken the precepts will leave Qinghe County and stop meddling in other people's business, but the evil monk who has broken the precepts does not agree."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man grinned and said with a smile: "Are they really a bunch of idlers who are full of food?"

He stopped talking, only knowing what to do and not daring to act rashly.

But the next second, a cold light suddenly shot out from the shadows on the roadside.

Fang Zhixing was already ready to attack. Without any hesitation, he drew his sword out of its sheath and struck forward.

when~
Fire is everywhere!

A red-tasseled gun was knocked out.

Almost at the same time, a figure jumped up high and caught the red tassel gun.

This man is a young man with a long face like a red date, eyes like lightning, and extremely high cheekbones.

What shocked Fang Zhixing was that the long-faced young man was wearing bright armor and a helmet, and he was carrying a big sword behind his back.

The long-faced young man caught the red-tasseled gun and threw it behind him. He frowned and looked at Fang Zhixing with a look of surprise on his face.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man laughed and said, "Fei Yuanlin, you didn't expect that even your sneak attack can't do anything to him."

Fei Yuanlin snorted and said in dissatisfaction: "This masked man has noticed me a long time ago. Didn't you notice that he just took a sneak peek at my hiding place?"

The middle-aged man responded: "You were discovered because you didn't practice your concealment skills well, but why did you attack others when you were bored?"

Fei Yuanlin said angrily: "You're already here, my hands are itchy, and I just want to find someone to fight with."

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed over brazenly.

Fang Zhixing strengthened his legs and somersaulted off the horse. His muscles all over his body swelled, and his height suddenly increased to two meters and four meters.

"Explosive Technique: The Bamboo-Breaking Power!"

Fang Zhixing quickly swung his knife to chop, each knife going forward in an unyielding way, like hard steel that cost his life.

Fei Yuanlin swung the red tassel spear, but his momentum inexplicably lost half of it, and he was suppressed and beaten.

Long knives and spears collided constantly, and fire splashed out, lighting up the night.

"Idiot, change your weapons quickly."

The middle-aged man suddenly saw the clues and shouted: "The masked man just knocked away your red tassel spear with a knife. He had the upper hand and still had power left. Then he used this momentum to become as powerful as a bamboo. You can only be beaten." "

Fei Yuanlin felt awe-struck, decisively threw away the red tassel gun, and kicked up with his heel.

There was a sound!

In an instant, the big sword behind him flew out of its sheath, landed in his right hand, and then slashed diagonally.

when!
The long sword and the heavy sword collided fiercely, and the two huge forces clashed rapidly and flew away.

Fang Zhixing took advantage of the force and retreated suddenly, pulling away from him. After standing still, he quickly started to accumulate strength.

"You think beautiful!"

Fei Yuanlin's eyes widened angrily, and he suddenly raised his left arm, whoosh!
A bit of cold light burst out.

Fang Zhixing was so busy that he changed his position.

The next moment, the big tree behind him shook violently, and was hit by a sleeve arrow, causing leaves to fall one after another.

Fei Yuanlin stamped his feet, rushed towards him, and struck down with a vertical slash from his big sword, covering his head and face.

Fang Zhixing's face slightly condensed, but he stopped dodging, stood still again, and began to accumulate strength.

At the same time, the muscles all over his body squirmed, and golden lines appeared on his skin, as if covered with a layer of scales, much like the scales of a pangolin.

Moreover, there are complicated and beautiful lines on the scales, which are as beautiful as picturesque.

At this moment, Fang Zhixing seemed to be wearing a beautiful scale garment.

when!
Fei Yuanlin's sword hit Fang Zhixing's shoulder impartially.

Fang Zhixing's legs were twisted like twists and his body was shortened.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man suddenly shouted sternly: "Be merciful."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Fang Zhixing roared, his whole body rose up, and he slashed out with his long knife!

Fei Yuanlin was shaken all over, feeling a chill in his upper body and his chest armor deforming violently.

boom!
Sparks fly!

Fei Yuanlin flew backwards, fell to the ground like a dead dog, rolled over and over, and finally stopped after hitting a big tree.

"Wow~"

Fei Yuanlin got up with difficulty and squatted on the ground, unable to help but vomit a large mouthful of blood.

He looked down at the chest armor and saw a tragic scar, and blood gushes out happily.

Fang Zhixing still maintained the slashing action with his sword, and said solemnly: "Just now, I could have slashed your neck!"

After hearing this, Fei Yuanlin couldn't help but his pupils trembled, his face turned pale, and he felt lingering fear.

If the middle-aged man hadn't shouted that voice in time, he would have confessed here today.

Right now!
The sound of fighting at Yan's Winery gradually stopped.

A man quietly walked out of the woods and passed by Fang Zhixing.

Fang Zhixing squinted his eyes and realized that the other party was Xia Jingxian, a beauty in red.

Her eyes were cold and unsquinting, she looked at the middle-aged man coldly, and said indifferently: "Luo Rujie, chief soldier of the Wolf Cavalry, what are you doing here?"

As soon as this word comes out!
Fang Zhixing couldn't help but feel shocked.

There are three general soldiers under the county guard, the giant soldiers, the wolf cavalry, and the navy.

The man in front of me is the Wolf Cavalry Commander, who is on the same level as Luo Keji.

Luo Rujie chuckled and said, "I happened to be hunting a demon nearby. I heard the noise here, so I came over to take a look."

Xia Jingxian seemed to be annoyed and replied: "If you want to take a look, go and take a look. Can you see clearly from such a distance?"

After saying that, she suddenly walked under Fang Zhixing's horse.

When Fang Zhixing saw this, he understood it in his heart, sheathed his sword, ran over quickly, and got on his horse.

Then, Xia Jingxian also turned over and sat behind Fang Zhixing.

"Driving~"

At the command, the horse started galloping, passed by Luo Rujie, and flew away.

The two rode on horses and galloped all the way.

Fang Zhixing felt a touch of warmth coming from behind and smelled a faint fragrance.

"Thank you, village master, for saving your life..."

Fang Zhixing lowered his head slightly to show his gratitude.

Without Xia Jingxian's rescue, he might not have been able to leave at all, and might even have lost his life.

However, Xia Jingxian did not respond.

Fang Zhixing was surprised. When he looked back, there was someone behind him.

Xia Jingxian disappeared quietly at some point.

"They come and go without a trace. This is the difference in strength."

Fang Zhixing sighed softly.

Rush all the way back to Yixiangzhai and enter the study.

He sat on the chair and quickly wrote a line of words.

(End of this chapter)