Chapter 3 You Are Nothing but This in Front of Me

On the seventh day, this was the most depressing day since the establishment of the Fang Mansion. Although most people expressed disdain for the danger of the mansion being destroyed, when night fell, everyone in the Fang Mansion became nervous.

The night was like water, the cold wind was howling, and the once bustling Nanqiu City fell into silence, with the occasional barking of dogs.

Fang Wang was sitting on the eaves, holding a sword in his hand. This sword took Li Jiu three days to buy. It cuts iron like clay and can be called a magic weapon.

His eyes fell on a figure on the eaves of a distant house, that was his cousin, Fang Hanyu.

Fang Hanyu stood tall and straight, holding the sword in both hands, with his head hanging slightly, as if he was sleeping. The cold wind was blowing his long hair and the hem of his clothes, and he had the chivalrous air of a top-notch martial artist.

"His skills are not bad. He has indeed reached the first-class level in the martial arts world. Moreover, he is not new to the martial arts world. He is truly a martial arts wizard." Fang Wang admired in his heart.

In the martial arts world, martial arts practitioners divide their realms from low to high into low-level, third-rate, second-rate, first-rate, top-level, and the legendary mythical realm of martial arts. There is no myth of martial arts in the world, and the top masters are all the sects of various sects. He rarely travels around the world, but a first-rate master can conquer all directions.

Fang Wang achieved the mythical realm of martial arts at the age of sixteen and was supposed to be a legend in the world. However, he encountered a dimension reduction attack in the world of immortality.

Facing the coming immortal cultivators, Fang Wang had no fear or panic, but instead had a passion brewing.

After four years of practicing martial arts, I have yet to kill an enemy. Even if I were to compete, I would challenge those masters with my face covered and stop at the last minute.

His unique skills in martial arts and the perfect swordsmanship are what he relies on, giving him the confidence to challenge the existence at the bottom of the world of immortality. What's more, there is Zhou Xue, a reborn person in Fang Mansion. In his opinion, the immortal respects life. Zhou Xue must have extraordinary means. After all, Zhou Xue knows the difference between immortal cultivators and mortals.

As the night progressed, frogs croaked frequently in the courtyards. Teams of servants were patrolling everywhere, especially in the streets around Fang Mansion. Even the officers and soldiers were alerted and came to keep watch.

Zhou Xue is sitting in front of the stone table in the courtyard. She is wiping each silver dart in her hand. Her face is cold. The moonlight of the bright moon is not as cold as her eyes. In the reflection of the weapon, her eyes are vaguely filled with black evil energy. .

the other side.

On the east wall of Nanqiu City, figures leaped up like eagles, or geese grazing the blue waves, leaping into the city.

The last figure fell on the city wall, overlooking the vast Nanqiu City. His green clothes were billowing, his waist was wide and his shoulders were wide. His long hair was tied randomly with cloth strips. His face looked like he was in his early forties. The whisk in his hand made him look like a Taoist priest. But his eyes were as cold as poisonous snakes.

"It is indeed one of the most prosperous cities in the south of Daqi. It will definitely revive the Soul Burning Banner."

The Taoist in Qingyi murmured to himself, with the corners of his mouth raised, and a hint of ferocity in his tone. He then jumped up and disappeared into the vast night.

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The hall of Fang Mansion was brightly lit. The husband and wife of the manor were all in the hall. Sitting at the head was Fang Meng, the master of the manor.

Fang Meng, who is nearly seventy years old, has gray hair, like a lion in his twilight years. He is sitting on a chair, holding a cane with both hands. His eyes are sharp and he is looking calmly at the night sky outside the door.

"The hour has come, and there is still no bandit attack. It is indeed a rumor."

"I'm just telling you, how can you trust the words of two dolls?"

"Isn't that boy Fang Wang usually very smart? How could he believe such rumors? Fang's house is the Duke's house. Anyone who dares to break in will lose their head."

"Be quiet, you women, what do you know? It's not yet dawn, so you can't take it lightly!"

"Father, the uneasiness in my heart is getting stronger and stronger."

The gentlemen were all Fang Wang's uncles, and their faces were all solemn, but some of the ladies pretended to be relaxed, trying to make the atmosphere less heavy.

Silang Jun Fang Zhen's words moved the brothers, because Fang Zhen had served in the army and was a person who crawled out of the sea of ​​​​blood in the corpse mountain. His sense of danger was far better than others.

Fang Meng snorted: "I spent my whole life in the army. Now I have been disarmed and returned to the field, and I have handed over military power. But I can't provoke anyone who wants to. No matter who dares to come, they will die, and this matter will never end!"

He was very angry. Looking at the whole world, who would dare to target the government of a country so recklessly?

Who has this power?

Fang Meng had a guess in his mind, but he didn't say it out loud.

Sudden!

"ah--"

A scream came from the east, the cry of a maidservant, the voice full of terror.

Fang Wang's uncle Fang Shi rushed out immediately and disappeared from everyone's sight in a few steps.

The remaining four gentlemen of the Fang Mansion, Fang Zhe, Fang Jin, Fang Zhen, and Fang Yin immediately walked outside the gate and looked around. Although their wives were frightened, they did not panic. They just huddled together and rustled. trembling.

Fang Meng coughed a few times and stood up slowly with the help of his old wife.

Soon, screams, shouts of death, and the sound of swords clashing came from all over the Fang Mansion.

Fang Wang, who was staying on the eaves, saw mysterious men in black breaking into Fang's house from all directions. There were more enemies than he imagined. He rushed towards the man in black with the fastest movement.

At the same time, Fang Hanyu also moved, while Zhou Xue was still sitting in front of the stone table, waiting patiently.

despair!

A man in black climbed over the courtyard wall and landed. He held a knife in his right hand and wore a black cloth on his face. Only his eyes were exposed. His eyes fell on the three maids in the courtyard. When the maids saw him, they screamed in fear. , hurriedly ran towards the house.

The man in black rushed towards them without saying a word.

call out--

A sound of breaking through the air was heard, piercing the night sky, and the man in black stopped immediately. At the corner of the wall behind him, a stone fell on the wall, making a thumb-sized dent and then fell to the ground. Under the moonlight, the blood on the stone was black.

The man in black fell backwards, and his head hit the ground heavily. His eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes open. There was a blood hole in his forehead, which was very scary.

In his pupils, Fang Wang's figure flashed by.

Moving quickly on the courtyard wall, Fang Wang threw a stone from time to time. This was prepared in advance. Each stone could easily kill a man in black who was wreaking havoc in Fang Mansion.

Fang Wang changed direction from time to time. Wherever there were men in black, he would kill them there. No enemy could withstand his attack.

The Fang Mansion occupies a vast area, like a city within a city. The men in black were scattered, and Fang Wang could not kill them all in a short time. While walking through, Fang Wang was also looking into the distance.

Zhou Xue said that in addition to the immortal cultivator, there were six top masters from the imperial city. You should know that the Fang Mansion did not have any top masters. Even with the help of thousands of servants and soldiers, it would be difficult to kill six top masters.

Fang Wang planned to deal with the six top masters first, and then deal with the immortal cultivator, so as to minimize the casualties of the Fang Mansion.

Suddenly, Fang Wang saw a strong energy in one direction, and even the attic was blown down. He immediately turned and rushed over.

Clang!

The swords and knives collided, and Fang Hanyu was knocked back. The toes of his feet left two long marks on the ground. He suddenly bent down, stuck the scabbard in his hand on the ground, and then half-knelt down, and blood could not stop pouring out of his mouth.

He was defeated as soon as he fought!

Fang Hanyu's long hair was a little messy. He raised his eyes with difficulty, his eyes full of horror, and gritted his teeth and spat out two words: "Top!"

Under the night, the cold wind was howling. The man in black standing in front of Fang Hanyu was holding a fine iron long sword. Unlike other men in black, he wore a bronze mask, revealing his eyes and nose.

The masked man looked down at Fang Hanyu indifferently and snorted: "To reach the first-class level at such a young age, Fang Mansion has produced a genius, but unfortunately, he will die here tonight."

He raised the long sword in his right hand, and the blade was cold.

Fang Hanyu's face was full of unwillingness. Before tonight, he had seen a top master, the head of their sect, and also a famous master of Daqi Wulin. The head had instructed him and made him know the gap between first-class masters and top masters.

His heart was in despair. Although the Fang Mansion was a duke's mansion with a general as his father, there were no top masters. No matter how strong his uncle Fang Shi was, he was only at the top level.

"Who are you? Who is behind this?"

Fang Hanyu asked in a deep voice. He stood up with difficulty, and his hand holding the sword was shaking.

He had just fought, and his internal organs were injured by the opponent's true qi. Even so, he didn't want to retreat, because this was his home.

The masked man walked towards him, and the blade reflected the cold light, flashing beside the ruins.

"Why do you need to know the truth when you are about to die? Everything in the world will have nothing to do with you."

The masked man said coldly, he tilted the long sword in his hand, and the cold air on the blade rose, like a mist, blurring his figure.

Fang Hanyu threw the scabbard aside, then raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and posed a sword, ready to fight to the death.

Even if he couldn't kill the opponent, he had to find a way to injure him and buy more time for the Fang Mansion.

At this moment.

The masked man suddenly stopped, and just as Fang Hanyu was hesitant and confused, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from behind him:

"That's right, but have you ever thought that the person who is about to die is you?"

Fang Hanyu turned his head subconsciously, and just caught a glimpse of a figure passing by him like a startled wild goose.

It was Fang Wang!

He rushed over quickly with the Jue Ying Step, with a residual shadow, blocking Fang Hanyu and the masked man.

Fang Wang, who was wearing a tight white robe, had grown up, tall and handsome, but his face was a little childish, and the spirit between his eyebrows was not something that ordinary teenagers had.

The masked man's eyes fell on Fang Wang's right hand holding the scabbard, and he squinted and said: "Good footwork, you are so young, you are really a peerless genius, compared to you, the person behind you seems nothing more than that."

Fang Hanyu didn't think much when he heard this, he just stared at Fang Wang's back blankly.

He naturally remembered this cousin, but he hadn't seen him for many years, and with the imminent danger of extermination, he hadn't found a chance to reminisce with Fang Wang since he came back.

"That footwork just now... He also practiced martial arts?"

Fang Hanyu thought in surprise. After he came back, he had also asked his father about Fang Wang's experience. This brother had been staying in the Fang Mansion. Where did he learn such a high-level footwork?

Fang Wang stared at the masked man and suddenly drew out the sword in his hand. As soon as the sword light came out of the sheath, the masked man's pupils suddenly dilated.

In his pupils, a sword was getting bigger, and he subconsciously raised the knife.

Puff——

Blood splashed, Fang Wang appeared behind the masked man, holding the sword in his right hand, pointing obliquely at the moon, he raised his chin slightly, without turning his head, and said softly: "You are just like this in front of me."