[Comprehensive] Cannon fodder, do you want to counterattack?

There are four great masters in the world, the monk in white from King Kong Temple, the sword master from Changdaomen, Feng Wuying from Wuyingmen, and the veteran fisherman in the South China Sea who has no family or sect.

The world has been in chaos these years, it's not that they don't know, it's just that they don't care, but this kind of indifference is not because they see through the world of mortals, but because they don't care about the matter: anyway, no matter how chaotic the world is, it can't be caused by them Anyway, no matter who is the person who finally takes that position, when he finally gets in front of them, he must respectfully make offerings.

But no one thought that the final winner this time turned out to be a lunatic who was not afraid of death, not only dared to meddle in the affairs of their disciples, but even ordered them to pay the extra grain and hand over the fields in their hands - this is simply slippery. Big joke!

The Nanhai fisherman doesn't care about this kind of thing. He has only one granddaughter and two disciples by his side, and he gets along well with his neighbors. Except for a few vegetable fields, the family doesn't have an acre of land. The food is only half a bag of rice and A pile of salted fish.According to the rules, the servant who came to handle the errands divided his family of four with [-] mu of fertile land and enough food for the autumn harvest, and he accepted it with a smile.

However, Changdao Sect is different from Wuying Sect. There are many disciples under them, and they are used to running rampant as masters. When the imperial decree came, they almost laughed out loud: this emperor who has been dazzled by power Son, do you not understand what a master is?

So don't talk about paying the grain in the field, those guards who came to enforce the law were slaughtered impatiently by them.

This slaughter attracted 30 troops.

The two masters of Changdaomen and Wuyingmen, who were deaf to things outside the window, finally couldn't sit still. No matter how detached they were, they couldn't just watch their own family being wiped out, but a 30 army, don't It is said that the disciples under their sect are themselves, and if they do not retreat, there is only one way to die.

Therefore, as grandmasters, they chose the same method by coincidence, preparing to solve this problem once and for all under the attention of everyone, and at the same time give a profound warning to the people of the world.

Now the behavior of the young emperor or "prince" is indeed weird everywhere, but they don't take it too seriously - it doesn't matter what kind of plans he has, because he will soon know that in the absolute In the face of his own strength, all conspiracies and tricks are nothing but illusions, vulnerable to a single blow.

The three of them came together, in this world, there is no trap that can trap them, no one they cannot kill!

The words that need to be explained have been explained. Neither Fang Wei nor the three great masters are interested in continuing to talk nonsense with each other. , we won't touch him, and after you die, we won't even bother to touch him."

As if Fang Wei had never heard of it, he wrapped his left hand around the boy's waist and let him lean on his shoulder. With the other hand, he pulled out the long knife on his back. film.

Feng Wuying's eyes were calm and unwavering, as if he hadn't seen Fang Wei's menacing knife at all, but when the sharp blade was about to approach, his body floated against the blade like a weightless flying catkin.

Fang Wei's long sword fell into the air, swept across the situation, cut down the middle, and Feng Wuying flew away again.

Feng Wuying claims to be Wuying, but at this moment it seems that he has turned himself into a shadow. Fang Wei's knife is undoubtedly fast, but no matter how fast the knife is, it can't be faster than his own shadow, so no matter how unpredictable his knife is, , how faster than the lightning is as heavy as Mount Tai, but never even touches the corner of Feng Wuying's clothes.

He was absolutely at a disadvantage as soon as he made a move, but Fang Wei didn't even tremble his eyelashes. He didn't stop his long knife and his footsteps, chasing the invisible shadow, and slashed past it like lightning. Feng Wuying, who was wearing a green shirt, was so leisurely and content that he didn't even stretch out the hand behind his back.

Under the city wall, the people who were at a loss by the arrival of the three great masters cheered together. They couldn't understand the situation of the battle, but they knew that their prince was alive. They held a person in their arms and used only one hand. Just beat that bullshit grandmaster of Wuyingmen and fled everywhere, so majestic!

In the cheers, it was inevitable that there would be insults and contempt for the grand master. Of course, the words of the market were easy to hear. Has Feng Wuying ever been humiliated by such words in his life?A face suddenly clouded.Just as he was about to stop teasing and attack the killer, Fang Wei pointed his toe, turned the blade, and ignored him, slashing at the monk in white at the top of the wall with his head down.

The body of the monk in white remained motionless, Heshi's hands were separated and closed, and he slapped the blade that was about to pierce between his eyebrows: "Amitabha."

The internal strength of the monk in white is unparalleled in the world, and Fang Wei's knife that seems to be enough to split mountains and seas, just rests silently in his lightly closed palm: "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn around..."

The next moment, the white-clothed monk let go of his palm and floated back, but his voice was undisturbed: "...It's the shore."

He took the initiative to back away, not because Fang Wei's internal strength was so strong that even he couldn't resist, but because of the vicious and obscene kick from below, which made him a little dumbfounded.

Under the city wall, the people who saw Fang Wei "repelling" a master again cheered again.

Fang Wei was so unreasonable, he slashed down again with his knife, and said flatly: "Three great masters, so this is the only thing they can do?"

The sword sage glanced at him, unmoved, the monk in white seemed to have never heard of it, still only defending but not attacking, Feng Wuying snorted coldly, and stepped forward suddenly.

The sword saint relies on his status and refuses to join forces with others. The monk in white is a Buddhist, so it is difficult to kill him for a while, but Feng Wuying is different. The curse of the people in the city just now has made him angry. Fang Wei's words are undoubtedly on fire pour oil.

Now the situation where the three great masters "jointly attack" Fang Wei has come about, others don't care if you show mercy or not, they only know that the longer the time drags on, the more these masters are not worthy of their names.If this continues, this kid will be killed, so what about He Liwei?

Feng Wuying's figure was like a shadow in the wind, and he stuck to Fang Wei's back in an instant, and slapped it down with his palm.

Qi Shuangyu's exclamation and Feng Tingxuan's "be careful" caught my ears, Fang Wei smiled lightly, the speed of the long knife did not slow down, the blade collided with the delicate fist of the monk in white lightly, but there was a loud sound of gold and jade intersecting, the next moment, Fang Wei His figure retreated like an afterimage like lightning, and bumped into Feng Wuying's palm actively.

People, of course, can't catch up with the wind, and can't catch the shadow, so Fang Wei's long knife can't help the wind without a shadow, but if the wind and the shadow take the initiative to stop and poke their heads out to touch you, then it's a different matter .

Feng Wuying only slapped half of his palm, and was hit by the target before he had enough strength, and then, an overwhelming force surged from his palm... In the eyes of everyone, Fang Wei's shoulder hit Feng Wuying arrogantly. The palm of his hand, and then with his palm, smashed into his chest, causing Feng Wuying to spurt blood and retreat, almost falling to the top of the wall.

And Fang Wei was also uncomfortable. He spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew in the opposite direction. Just as he landed, he turned again and slashed at the sword master who had been watching from the sidelines.

The Sword Master is also a proud and arrogant person. He also uses a knife. He originally planned to personally give this kid a good time. Who knew that the knife was out of the sheath, but he deliberately ignored his words. How could he not be angry?At this moment, seeing Fang Wei taking the initiative to attack, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he swung the knife away.

He didn't have the compassion of the Great Monk, nor did he have the teasing intention of Feng Wuying, since he came to kill people, he did.

It seemed like a random knife, but it had been prepared for a long time and went all out.

There was no knife light like lightning, no knife aura, no knife shadows, just a flat sweep of the knife, and the precious knife in the young man's hand was cut into two without a sound, and then it was clearly and without fancy. The neck is about to cut off his big head.

Time seemed to be slowed down countless times, and the sudden reversal of the form made the people in the city terrified. Everyone watched the ordinary simple knife getting closer and closer to the neck of the person they loved, and felt in their hearts. A moment of despair...

"No!" Qi Shuangyu screamed. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she forced herself not to close her eyes. Then she saw two white and jade-like fingers poking out from the shoulders of the man in black, casually pinching the two fingers that were close at hand. The sword is like pinching a mosquito buzzing around the ear.

There are tens of thousands of people on the city wall, but you can hear the quiet needle drop, only the dry voice of the young man, a little sleepy and dissatisfied: "You are so noisy..."

Fang Wei looked down at the young man who was still lying softly on his shoulder, and after a while, he could make a voice, low and hoarse: "Fighting...or you should come?"

The boy didn't even move his eyelashes, and his voice was soft: "No, I don't have the strength."

As he said, he pinched his fingers lightly, and the long knife in his hand broke inch by inch. The guru sword sage, who was originally calm and breezy like an outsider, sprayed blood from his mouth, and flew out like a fly being swatted by a fly swatter under the eyes of everyone. Knocked down the tower.

Everyone's eyes chased after the figure of the sword master and landed on the rocky tower, and then turned back to the young man: Your Majesty, you old man...have no strength?

Fang Mo really has no strength, still leaning softly on Fang Wei's shoulder, unable to open his eyes, anyone who wakes up after sleeping for two years should look like this.

Fang Wei threw away the half-cut long knife in his hand, took off the gourd on his back, bit off the stopper, and fed it to the boy's lips.The aroma of the wine overflowed, Fang Mo took a sip and opened his eyes. After a few more sips, he felt that Fang Wei was feeding too slowly, so he stretched out his hand to hold the wine gourd. With Fang Wei's support, he stood up by himself.

Thinking of the killing intent that woke him up just now, Fang Mo put down the wine gourd, glanced at the sword master who had just climbed up from the ruins, Feng Wuying with a look of surprise, and the monk in white with a calm expression, and turned back to Fang Mo. Wei's face said, "You almost died just now."

Fang Wei nodded slightly.

After all, he only has one rank. He imitated Fang Mo's method just now, and introduced the inner strength of the white-clothed monk into his body, which hurt Feng Wuying. As a result, he was seriously injured and his inner breath was in chaos. If Fang Mo hadn't shot him, he might have died two places.

Fang Mo said, "Fang Wei, when did you become so stupid?"

Fang Wei looked at him, and after being silent for a long time, he opened his mouth and said in a low voice, "Aren't I doing too many stupid things with you?"

After finishing the words, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to suddenly become serious. Fang Mo drank another sip of wine, left Fang Wei's support, walked to the top of the city and sat down, looked down at the densely packed people below the city who were eagerly looking at him, and waved at will. Waving his hand, in return for a burst of excited cheers, Fang Mo said with a smile: "It's very lively today!"

Fang Wei froze in mid-air, with the back of his empty hand that seemed to still have the warmth of the young man behind him, looking at the young man sitting on the top of the wall, his aura suddenly began to rise, his long hair and clothes seemed to be blown by a hurricane, flying wildly in the air After dancing for a while, it gradually became peaceful again.

The people below the city didn't realize it, and the young man sitting on the top of the city didn't seem to notice it, but the three great masters above the city were shocked, and even a little disheartened: it took them how many years to be promoted from the first rank to the master.Polishing the realm, comprehending the world, coupled with the supreme opportunity, is fortunate to take this step.They thought they had already stood at the pinnacle of the world, but they didn't want to meet a young man in his teens who was far superior to them in one day, and then saw a young man in his twenties with his own eyes. It's like eating and drinking water, casually stepping into the grandmaster, surpassing the grandmaster, and reaching heights they can't imagine...Compared with them, at my age, I seem to live like a dog.

No one cared about their despondency, Fang Wei took two steps forward, stood behind Fang Mo with his hands behind his back, and said, "Today is your enthronement ceremony, of course it will be lively."

"The enthronement ceremony," Fang Mo looked down, only to realize that he was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, and asked, "Why don't you do things like the emperor yourself?"

Fang Wei looked away from him with difficulty, looked into the distance, and said after a long silence: "I thought about it, should I just let you sleep by my side, or become emperor and marry Huo Kong?" Yan, Feng Wan'er, and Qi Shuangyu, to force you to stay in this world for 300 years...but..."

After all dare not.

Keeping him by his side regardless of his wishes, or just staying in this world, he dare not do such a thing again, some mistakes, one time is already too much.

So the moment Fang Mo ascended the throne, the bond between this young man and this world was completely severed, as long as he had a thought, he could leave.

He whispered: "You are willing to wake up and look at me again, there is no other request."

Before he finished speaking, a wine gourd hit his head, and the young man's dissatisfied voice sounded: "What's the matter with you? Pretending to be a wolf with a big tail? Speak up!"

Fang Wei raised his hand to catch the wine gourd, smiled wryly, he understood what the boy meant, he was Fang Wei, but Fang Wei...he didn't want to go back to his original appearance, but he couldn't go back...he couldn't go back.

His feelings for him, during the two years he was in a coma, had already deteriorated and could never go back.

It is true that he never thought of anything, nor did he become someone else, but in the first year of Fang Mo's coma, when he cultivated crazily to the point that his realm rose violently, and even faintly broke through the limit of this world, he suddenly felt an unbearable feeling The throbbing and pain seemed to come through endless time and space, making his soul huddle in pain, making him vaguely understand something, and also made him suddenly understand the mission of the young man and the relationship between him and the world. fetters.

After being silent for a long time, he brought his realm back to the first rank and began to compete for the world.

But the young man complained again: "It's all your fault for waking me up too late and letting me retreat for so long that I couldn't suppress my realm, and I couldn't stay even if I wanted to."

Seeing that Fang Wei was still speechless, Fang Mo smiled, stopped making unnecessary attempts, stood up, raised his hand and took off his cloak.

Feng Tingxuan standing under the city, like everyone else, was surprised and bewildered by the changes in front of him. When he was speechless, something suddenly fell from the sky and just covered him. What is it? I hurriedly tore it off, but I heard a young and clear voice from the tower: "Decree, I am going on a long journey, and now I will pass on the great position to my elder brother to seal Tingxuan. Now I have a new dynasty, and I can't live without it for a day." Lord, there is no need to choose another auspicious day, and the enthronement ceremony will be held today."

Shocked by a series of changes, the speechless people immediately looked at each other in blank dismay. During this time, they were too much stimulated. Let alone fighting with the master, they pushed a young man who had been in a coma for two years The position of the founding emperor was already absurd enough, but the emperor woke up at the enthronement ceremony, and the first order he delivered was to give up the throne... What the hell is going on?

Feng Tingxuan was even more shocked, he was about to speak, but someone reached out and pressed his shoulder, Feng Tingxuan was taken aback, and asked in surprise: "Father?"

Feng Yi's gaze was not on Feng Tingxuan, but looked up at the top of the city. On the top of the city, a young man in imperial robes was lying on the wall and waving to him with a smile, and said with a smile: "Father, the three masters above , do you want to kill it?"

Feng Yi shook his head and laughed, and said: "It's rare to find a master in the world, let's keep dad to practice!"

The boy responded, waved again and said, "Then I'm leaving?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Father will look for you when he turns around."

The boy gave him a big smile: "Okay! Dad, hurry up."

Feng Yi nodded: "Okay."

Fang Mo stood up straight, turned to look at Fang Wei, and said, "I'm leaving!"

Fang Wei looked at him fixedly, without saying a word.

Fang Mo stopped talking, turned around and stepped on the void, as if there was an invisible ladder in the sky, he just stepped on the ladder and walked up step by step.

Fanaticism appeared on the faces of the three great masters on the tower, Feng Wuying burst into tears, and murmured: "Tread through the void, step through the void... It turns out that the legend of stepping through the void is true, it really exists... "

The strong wind in the sky made the young man's clothes flutter, and all the officials and common people in the city tower had already knelt on the ground, watching their majesty stepping into the sky with bewilderment.

"Xiaomo..."

Fang Mo turned back and looked at Fang Wei, Fang Wei looked up at him, his eyes were dark, and his voice was low and silent: "Is it true that as long as a person does one wrong thing, even after reincarnation, life after life, he will never be forgiven? "

After a slight pause, Fang Mo turned around and flicked his sleeves, disappearing from everyone's sight.