Chapter 148 Art is Pai Daxing
Hearing the unfamiliar name of Huashan Linghu Chong, Yun Niang couldn't help but take half a step back.
"Why haven't I heard of you?" Yun Niang asked.
However, the other party revealed that Che Ma was from Huashan, which was enough of a headache for Yun Niang.
And he also knew that his trip was just for Shang Jiuge.
If we add the premise that Shang Jiuge has been blown to pieces by his own thunder, it can be said that this battle is inevitable.
"There are so many people in Huashan, how is it possible that you have heard of every one of them?" Fang Bie looked at Yun Niang and smiled: "I heard that the hive assassins are dispatched in groups. Where is your bee sting?" "Is it possible
? Another bee wing who dropped the bee sting and ran away?"
Yun Niang took another half step back.
"Why do you care so much?"
"The road is facing the sky, let's go to one side, why do you bother me?"
Saying this, Yun Niang had already pinched the thunder in her palm with her fingers, and shouted: "Go to hell! "
At the same time as the sound came out, she had thrown all four palm thunders in her hand towards Fang Bing, and turned around and ran away behind her - this kind of palm thunder was completely black and made of thin iron sheets and gunpowder. However, like a quail egg, once it is hit hard, it will explode. Those scattered iron pieces are the sharpest hidden weapons.
These palm thunders are Yun Niang's trump card. If you face the enemy head-on, unless you have mastered the external skills to the extreme, like the Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill, who is the top external skill master who can withstand the sharp shrapnel coming from all directions.
After all, there is a saying that is often said in the world of martial arts: no matter how high the master is, he is still a mortal body, and if you cut off your head, you will not be able to get it back.
Of course, Hei Wu, a species that cuts its neck with a knife but cuts a gap in it, is not included in this list.
Not only do real men never look back at the explosion, Yun Niang herself never does either.
What catches your eyes?
After seeing too many explosions, it is the trend to turn around and leave while the air wave caused by the explosion is the trend.
So Yun Niang only heard four explosions one after another behind her.
Done! Yun Niang said with great joy.
But someone suddenly patted her shoulder: "Why are more and more people playing with gunpowder now?"
"Haven't you been taught how dangerous gunpowder is?"
Yun Niang felt a chill in her heart.
How can it be? How could he be so fast? And those palm thunders have obviously exploded.
How could he come here unscathed?
All these thoughts flashed through Yun Niang's mind, and then solidified instantly.
She felt like a line of ice penetrated her heart, and she felt warm blood flowing out of her body.
She staggered forward two steps, and the person behind her did not directly pull out the long sword from her body, but skillfully twisted it in her heart.
Fang Bie has no interest in listening to people's last words.
Besides, the person in front of me is still a gunpowder player. These bomb players have a dark heart. No one knows whether they have the heart of a Patrick Star.
The young man twisted the hilt of the sword and shattered Yun Niang's heart from behind. This was a move that could instantly cut off all life. After all, the severe pain caused by the shattered heart plus the cessation of blood pulsation at that moment - the heart died. It means that the blood in the whole body stops flowing, and death is inevitable no matter what.
Unless there is an external pacemaker in this world to replace the heart for pulse blood supply, this is also a necessary equipment for heart transplant surgery.
But obviously, there is no such thing in this world.
Before she sheathed her sword, Yun Niang fell straight on the ridge of the roof. The bright red blood flowed out from under her body and then accumulated into a pool. Some of it was absorbed by the clothes on her body, but most of it was still dripping on the green tiles on the roof. up, and then flowed down like rain.
Fang Bie sighed, and went over to lift a tile to block the path for the blood to flow downward: "If a child sees blood dripping from the eaves of his house, it will really be a nightmare."
The young man said this, and then turned around, already wearing his own special body-touching gloves on his hands.
If Yun Niang didn't have any bad intentions in advance and just thought of throwing the thunder to escape, maybe it wouldn't be so miserable.
But now that she has taken action, it is just like what Shang Jiuge often said.
When you kill people, you should also be aware of being killed by others.
Fang felt more at ease when he didn't kill her.
Don't touch the corpse and don't care about the gender. In short, from Yun Niang's completely unconscious body, he took out bottles, cans, silver secrets, and more similar to the palm thunder used by Yun Niang before, Hongtian Firearms like thunder.
Therefore, Yun Niang is not very skilled in martial arts, but she is able to rank as a Silver Bee assassin in the hive. Her firearms and the poison of Baidu Medicine Master are really a good combination.
However, such a combination is not like Fang Bie and Lin Xue, who are assassins trained by the hive since childhood, but a franchise force that brings talents to defect. After all, there are only a few good players in the world. If someone is willing to defect, there is no reason not to accept them. .
"Actually, Yun Niang's firearms are really good." Fang Bie briefly inspected the firearms she made and couldn't help but comment.
Before there was systematic research on gunpowder, China's firearms were all passed down from small workshops by word of mouth, from father to son, and were all based on experience and skills, and all were secrets that were not passed down.
But actually, to put it bluntly, that's it.
After all, gunpowder is such a dangerous thing. If you make a mistake, it will cause a big explosion. Therefore, most firearms workshops will choose to stick to the rules and remain unchanged. Art is a big star. It is simple to say, but a real big star can only happen once.
In most worlds, there is no dragon to help you resurrect, so you can always send big stars down.
Therefore, for a long time, Fang Bie had been somewhat dismissive of firearms in this world.
But seeing Yun Niang's firearms today, he couldn't help but become a little interested.
The young man searched Yun Niang's body carefully under the moonlight, with an expressionless face and a calm heart. After confirming that there was nothing valuable on Yun Niang's body, he stood up and used Yun Niang's clothes. Wipe the long sword in your hand carefully.
The sword in his hand is not a magic weapon, but the most ordinary fine steel sword. It is enough to kill people, but it is too difficult to kill people without seeing blood.
Fang Bie doesn't have any habit of blowing blood after killing someone. After all, it's a bit perverted for ordinary people to do such a high-level thing.
When the long sword in his hand was wiped clean, Fang Bie took out the small green bottle from his waist, squatted down, and slowly poured the powder in from the sword wound on Yun Niang's back.
Curls of green smoke rose under the moon, carrying a pungent and unpleasant smell.
Don't stand up and look back into the distance.
I saw that the entire Luo City was shrouded in the bright moon at this time, and at the highest drum tower, a woman was standing there quietly.
Fang Bie smiled.
"Just keep watching there."
Fang don't say this quietly.
He stood there, waiting for Yun Niang's body to completely turn into a wisp of smoke before leaving.
(End of chapter)