Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Iron Cone Fan Zhen

The Wind Splitting Blade made a sharp sound of breaking through the air under Chang Wei's hard throwing, piercing Fan Zhen's heart, Fan Zhen had to fly backwards, otherwise the iron cone failed to assassinate Wei Liangdong, and the Wind Splitting Blade killed him instead. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although Fan Zhen retreated, he didn't panic, his wrist flicked, and the slender iron rod instantly shrank to two feet short, and smashed it on the knife with a fierce swing, and the Wind Splitting Blade flew towards Xue Qian with a swish, grazing her neck and inserting it into the wooden wall.

Xue Qian's face turned pale in shock, and her full chest rose and fell a few times, causing a wave of waves.

The five killers launched a dangerous assassination in just a few breaths, which made the Jinyi guards frightened, if it weren't for Chang Wei's extremely flexible skills and reactions far beyond ordinary people, I was afraid that Wei Liangdong would die at the first time, if Wei Liangdong died, they would all have to be buried together, which was both their fate and their sorrow.

"Brothers, it's time to fight hard!" Miao Yong and Yu Ping roared in unison, no longer caring about the exquisite swordsmanship and sword skills in front of them, and the Jinyi guard behind him rushed to the sword with blood-red eyes, using all the moves that would end up with their lives.

The sudden drastic change of the solemn atmosphere made the two Taoists subconsciously hesitate, and the pops sounded one after another, and the four brocade guards collided with the swords with their chests and abdomen, and at the same time, more than a dozen sharp embroidered spring knives cut down head-on, turning the four of them into a pile of minced meat.

Jin Yiwei's imposing counterattack made the old man and the merchant frightened, Shu Tianhe's hand pressed and slapped on the hilt of the sword like a trick, and the half-foot-long broken sword suddenly turned into a three-foot long sword, and the sharp shovel-like severed head hit the wrist of the rich merchant at a rapid speed under the huge force of the machine, and the broken knife fell in the blood splash.

Before he could retreat, he was swept into his fat belly by the broken sword, and a puddle of blood and intestines were sprinkled all over the ground, making it hard to believe that there were so many things in his stomach.

Seeing that Chang Wei was in distress, Hum Ha Er made a stick with one hand and a palm with the other, wanting to get rid of the entanglement of the three fireflies and go back to the rescue.

However, unexpectedly, the thin rope that flew out of the waist of the three Liuyi was like silk, but it firmly encircled them like silk, so that the fierce dog-beating stick method and the eighteen palms of the dragon descending had nowhere to focus at all, and the two of them found that the original three Liuyi were the highest martial arts among the fourteen killers, but their means of killing people were a little weaker, and the experience of the enemy did not seem to be rich enough, but Rao was so, and the two generals who played their best could not get rid of their entanglement.

Chang Wei used a posture of rolling and crawling, and dodged the volley of the chain gun in embarrassment, and just got up, the extremely fast thug jumped in mid-air and smashed down a pair of cooked copper armguards, Chang Wei only had time to bow his head, and the double armguards smashed on his back.

This thunderous blow made Chang Wei's tall body crash forward like a broken sack, and a bloody arrow spurted out half a foot long, Fan Zhen wanted to stab Wei Liangdong to death with his hand but didn't want Chang Wei to fly towards him just by chance, Fan Zhen subconsciously stabbed the short iron cone in his palm into Chang Wei's chest.

The internal force from the arm guard, frantically scurrying in the body, hitting the Changwei meridians disordered, the internal force did not obey the call at all, the darkness in front of him was almost about to pass out, and he forced a breath to use the only remaining will to run the internal force, and a deep stinging pain made him spurt out a mouthful of blood again, almost stopping his heart.

Suddenly, the invading internal force rushed into the dantian black hole.

"It's over!" Chang Wei felt that the dantian was hit by a sledgehammer, and the smooth and peaceful lake instantly turned into a boiling river, and the dantian was about to explode into a ball of powder, just when he was about to despair, the black hole spun happily, and the invading internal force found an outlet, mixed with the internal force that did not obey the call, and desperately poured into the black hole.

The influx of internal forces turns the black hole into a rapidly rotating vortex, swallowing all internal forces into it.

"Great!" After the meridians were smoothed, Chang Wei's eyesight was restored, and a bright light appeared in front of his eyes, and when the light was rapidly enlarged in his eyes, Chang Wei's newly recovered heartbeat almost stopped again.

Because the light was not bright sunlight, but the cold light from the deadly iron cone, the mind struggled to run the internal force, and after a long and rapid wait, all the internal force gushed out from the dantian, and Chang Wei turned sideways with all his strength.

Laugh at!

The iron cone pierced from between the ribs, Fan Zhen shook his wrist violently, Chang Wei flew out with a whizz, and the crisp sound of cracking ribs was conveyed, and Chang Wei was smashed heavily in front of Wei Liangdong.

Puff, puff, spit out several mouthfuls of blood in a row, Chang Wei gasped and got up, although he broke four ribs, but he avoided the vital point of the heart, and it was not fatal for the time being, and the internal force was running smoothly, and he still had the strength to protect himself.

Fan Zhen's eyes showed an extremely shocked light, he definitely didn't expect that Chang Wei was not dead under the continuous assassination.

In the middle of the rapid step, the iron cone stabbed Chang Wei's heart again, but Chang Wei flew and pounced on Wei Liangdong and took him three feet away, and the next moment, the iron cone turned a corner in the air, and the position of the stab was exactly where Wei Liangdong was before.

Chang Wei fought with his life and the killers for a long time to protect Wei Liangdong? He clearly knew that an experienced killer like Fan Zhen would not mistake his target, so how could he be fooled by Fan Zhen at this time? At the moment when Fan Zhen stabbed at him, Chang Wei flew out and took Wei Liangdong five steps away, so that Fan Zhen's plan fell into the void.

After the Jinyi guard who fought for his life arrived, the old man was also divided by the knife, and the three Liuyi suddenly jumped up, and the thin rope was connected several times in the air, and it turned into a hanging bridge hanging in the air, and the three of them stepped away like a fairy with Ling Bo microstep, and the beauty of the body made the second general almost applaud.

When the remaining ten Jinyi guards and the people from Beigumen forced Qin Hongye and the four of them to retreat step by step, Fan Zhen's eyes finally revealed a sense of failure.

The resolute Fan Zhen let out a broken cry: "Go!"

In Miao Yong's roar, the brave brocade guard pounced desperately, "Think beautiful!"

Rumble!

As soon as the words fell, the five of them shook their hands in unison and smashed out an earthy yellow projectile the size of a pigeon's egg.

"Gunpowder!" Chang Wei was shocked.

Using all the internal strength of his body, he threw Wei Liangdong to the ground at an unprecedented speed, and Chang Wei thought sadly in his heart: "Could it be that the result of fighting for his life is to be blown up?"

When the smoke rose, Chang Wei only smelled a pungent smell, but did not hear the sound of an explosion.

Suddenly turned over and looked, everyone covered their mouths and noses and looked around vigilantly, but no one died, and Fan Zhen and the five people had disappeared.

Chang Wei lay down on the ground, closed his eyes, and muttered to himself: "Damn, it's a smoke bomb, fortunately it's a smoke bomb." ”

Miao Yong and Yu Ping pounced over, picked up Wei Liangdong and ran out of the smoke area, and at the same time, Xue Qian fell on Chang Wei and shouted sadly: "Young master, master, wake up quickly, don't scare me." ”

"Ahem!" Chang Wei had already smelled that the smoke was just the smell of phosphor powder and ink, and the most choked person was not breathing, and it was not a big problem, and although his injuries were not light, they were not fatal.

Chang Wei whispered in Xue Qian's ear: "You want to call Dad!"

Xue Qian burst into tears and laughed, and got into his arms in surprise and said, "Bad father, I want to scare the slave family to death." ”

Chang Wei snorted: "Alas, crush me, you should lose weight ......" (Thank you Xingchen Juju and all readers for your great support, this week's martial arts classification has been strongly pushed, please continue to support, smash out the tickets and rewards in your hands'(*n_n*)′!