There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 148 Art is to send a star

Hearing the strange name Huashan Linghu Chong, Yunniang couldn't help but took half a step back.

"Why haven't I heard of you?" Yunniang asked.

However, the other party stated that the chariots and horses were from Huashan, which was already a headache for Yunniang.

And he also knew that he was here for Shang Jiuge.

If you add the premise that Shang Jiuge has been blown to pieces by his own Thunderbolt, it can be said that this battle is inevitable.

"There are so many people in Huashan, how could you have heard of every one of them." Fang Bie looked at Yunniang and said with a smile, "I heard that the hive assassins are dispatched in groups. Where are your bee needles?"

"Could it be another bee wing that dropped the bee needle and escaped?"

Yun Niang took another half step back.

"What do you care about?"

"The road is facing the sky, let's go to each side, why do you bother to make things difficult for me?"

Saying this, Yunniang had already pinched the palm of her hand between her fingers, and yelled: "Go to hell!"

At the same time as the sound came out, she had already thrown all the four palm mines in her hand towards Fang Bie, and she turned around and fled behind her - this kind of palm mine was black all over, and it was made of thin iron sheets combined with gunpowder. Quail eggs are like, once they are hit violently, they will explode from them, and those scattered iron pieces are the sharpest hidden weapons.

These palm thunders are Yunniang's trump card. If you face the enemy head-on, unless you practice your external skills to the extreme, such as the King Kong Immortal Magic Skill, who can resist the sharp shrapnel coming from all directions.

After all, there is a saying that is often said in the arena, no matter how high a master is, he is also a mortal body, and if he cuts off his head, he will not be able to get it back.

Of course, species such as Hei Wu, which cuts the neck with a knife but cuts the gap with a knife, are not included in the list.

Not only did the real man never look back at the explosion, but Yunniang herself never looked back.

What catches your eyes?

I have seen too many explosions, and it is the trend to turn around and leave while taking advantage of the blast caused by the explosion.

So Yunniang only heard four explosions in succession behind her.

It's done!Yun Niang said with great joy in her heart.

But someone suddenly patted her on the shoulder: "Why are more and more people playing with gunpowder now?"

"Didn't your lords teach you how dangerous gunpowder is?"

Yunniang only felt a chill in her heart.

How can it be?How could he be so fast?And those palms of Lei Mingming have already exploded.

How can he come here unscathed?

All these thoughts flashed in Yunniang's mind, and then froze instantly.

She felt a streak of ice piercing through her heart, and only felt warm blood flowing from her body.

She staggered two steps forward, and the people behind her did not directly draw out the long sword on her body, but twisted it skillfully at her heart.

Fang Bie has no interest in listening to last words.

Besides, this guy in front of me is still playing with gunpowder. Those who play with bombs have a dark heart, and no one knows if they have a heart that their art is Pai Daxing.

The young man twisted the hilt of his sword back and crushed Yunniang's heart from behind. This is a move that can cut off all vitality in an instant. After all, the severe pain caused by the crushed heart plus the cessation of the blood pulse at that moment—the death of the heart is the It means that the blood of the whole body stops flowing, and it is inevitable to die no matter what.

Unless, there is an external cardiac pacemaker in this world to replace the heart for pulse blood supply, which is also a necessary equipment for heart transplantation.

But obviously, there is no such thing in this world.

Fang Bie retracted his sword, Yunniang fell straight on the roof, the dark red blood flowed out from under her body, and then formed a pool, some of it was absorbed by her clothes, but more was left dripping on the green tiles on the roof up, and down like rain.

Fang Bie sighed, and raised a tile in the past to block the passage of blood flowing downward: "If a child sees blood dripping from the eaves of his house, it will really be a nightmare."

The boy said so, and then turned around, he had already put on his special corpse-touching gloves on his hands.

If Yunniang hadn't harbored ill intentions beforehand and just wanted to throw Hong Tianlei and escape, maybe it wouldn't have been so miserable.

But since she had already made a move, it was just like what Shang Jiuge often said.

When you kill someone, you should also have the consciousness of being killed by others.

When Fang Bie killed her, he felt more at ease.

Don't touch the corpse and don't care about men and women, in short, from Yunniang's body that has completely lost consciousness, take out bottles and cans, silver cheats, and more similar to the palm thunder that Yunniang used before. A firearm like Ray.

Therefore, Yunniang's martial arts is not high, but she can be ranked among the silver bee assassins in the hive. Her firearms and the poison of the Hundred Poisons Apothecary are really an excellent combination.

But this kind of combination is not like Fang Bie and Lin Xue, who are assassins trained by the hive since childhood, but a franchise force that brings art to join. After all, there are only a few masters in the world. If someone is willing to join, there is no reason not to accept it. .

"Actually, Yunniang's firearms are really good." Fang Bie briefly inspected the firearms she made, and couldn't help but comment.

Before there was no systematic research on gunpowder, the firearms in Shenzhou belonged to a small workshop that was passed on orally from father to son, all of which were experience skills and secrets that were not passed on.

But in fact, that's it.

After all, gunpowder is such a dangerous thing, if it is wrong, it will cause a big explosion, so most firearms workshops will choose to stick to the rules and never change. Art is to send big stars. It is easy to say, but it only happens once.

Most worlds don't have dragons to revive you, and you can keep sending big stars down.

So for a long time, Fang Bie has been a bit contemptuous of the firearms in this world.

But seeing Yunniang's firearms today, he couldn't help feeling a little interested.

The young man searched Yunniang's body carefully under the moon, with no expression on his face and no waves in his heart. After confirming that there was nothing valuable on Yunniang's body, Fang Bie stood up and used Yunniang's clothes. Wipe the long sword in his hand carefully.

The sword in his hand is not a magical weapon, but the most common fine steel sword, which is enough to kill people, but it is too difficult to kill people without seeing blood.

Fang Bie doesn't have any habit of killing people and blowing blood. 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 green vial from his waist, knelt down, and slowly poured the powder into it from the sword wound on Yunniang's back.

Curly blue smoke rose under the moon, with a pungent and unpleasant smell.

Fang Bie stood up and looked back into the distance.

At this time, the entire Luo City was shrouded in the bright moon, and at the highest drum tower, a woman was standing there quietly.

Fang stopped smiling.

"Just keep watching."

Don't say so quietly.

He just stood there, waiting for Yunniang's body to completely turn into a wisp of smoke before leaving.

(End of this chapter)