With a loud bang, no one knew who had such godly strength to actually be able to throw such a large stone over the high wall! The carriage was smashed to pieces by the huge stone, and then a rain of arrows came, fiercely stabbing into the carriage. If Fan Xian had not seen the opportunity and escaped quickly, even if he had been hiding in the carriage and could rely on his nimble movements to keep his life under the stone, he would have been immediately shot to death.
The Fan family guards, with the exception of Teng Zijing, were all fifth-level masters. Faced with the sudden attack, they did not panic. With a few clangs, they pulled out their swords and brandished them. A few flashes of silver light blocked most of the arrows. But although there were not many archers, they were too close, and the arrows were too fast. The guards could not cover them, and after a few muffled grunts, the three guards were hit in the legs, and they staggered to their knees.
The rain of arrows took its first break. The three guards gritted their teeth and jumped onto the top of the wall. With a sweep of their swords, they cut down the archers behind the wall. But the poison was too strong, and in a moment, the three guards felt their bodies go numb. They could no longer control their bodies, and they half-knelt on the ground.
At that moment, they raised their heads to see a pair of terrifying giant palms slapping down on their heads!
Fan Xian hid behind a wutong tree and avoided the first arrows, but he had no way of immediately rushing to help his subordinates. He heard three familiar cries from behind the high wall. His heart was filled with rage, and in his grief, he was almost pierced by the two swords around him that looked like vipers.
Two women had trapped him. They were dressed in black, and the swords in their hands were also painted black to avoid reflecting light. They were obviously experienced assassins. Fan Xian knew that since they had not come out with their faces covered, they must have wanted to kill all five of them.
He turned around and twisted his toes on the ground, bending his knees slightly. The sword on the left brushed past his left chest, and then he narrowly avoided the sword on the right.
Fan Xian had never learned any martial arts; he had only received ten years of instruction from Wu Zhu, so his dodging was completely subconscious. Fortunately, although these two black swords were as nimble as snakes and as elusive as smoke, they were far inferior to Wu Zhu's wooden stick in terms of speed and accuracy. That was why Fan Xian was able to evade the maggot-infested stabs time and time again in such a perilous situation.
The three of them fought further and further along the wall. Fan Xian finally awoke from his panic. Looking at the two swords again, it seemed that the tips of the swords had become much slower.
As for the two deathly pale female assassins, they discovered that although their opponent was in a sorry state, the black swords in their hands were unable to pierce his body at all!
With another bang, the wall at the far corner of the alley collapsed. A man as tall as a giant miracle god walked out from the broken wall. He walked straight to a guard who had fallen under a wutong tree with an arrow in his left leg.
Of the four guards who had followed Fan Xian out today, three had already died. This was the last one, who had fallen under the tree with a sore and numb body. When Fan Xian had gone to grab him, he had not noticed him. Only now, through the light of the swords, did he realize that it was Teng Zijing. Fan Xian's heart tightened. With a muffled grunt, he wanted to charge in that direction, but he did not expect that the vicious swords in the hands of the two women would not relax and would trap him all around.
At that moment, Teng Zijing, who had looked like he was on the verge of death, suddenly leaped up from the ground. The knife at his waist, which had been hidden behind his back, turned into a strange light and slashed at the big man's neck!
Fan Xian was overjoyed, but then he was extremely shocked.
He saw the big man tilt his head slightly and raise his right hand. As if he were pinching a fly, he caught the knife that Teng Zijing had risked his life to slash out. A trace of blood flowed from the big man's hand, but his hand was not cut off. Fan Xian really did not know what his body was made of!
Teng Zijing saw that the situation was not good. With a muffled grunt, he pushed off the big man's chest with the tip of his foot and prepared to jump over the wall. Although Teng Zijing was the leader of Fan Xian's guards, he was the weakest in terms of martial cultivation. However, he was the most clear-headed of them all.
The big man grinned and punched out. At that moment, Teng Zijing felt the arrow poison in his body acting up. His body went limp, and he did not dodge. With a crack, Teng Zijing let out a wretched howl. His left thigh had been broken by the punch, and he fell to the ground, fresh blood rapidly seeping out of his trousers!
When the big man gripped Teng Zijing's knife, Fan Xian already knew something was wrong. With a muffled grunt, his footsteps abruptly paused, allowing the two black swords to brush past his chest and abdomen. The edges of the swords pierced through his clothes and drew two intersecting bloody wounds on his body.
Fan Xian finally took advantage of this moment to pinch his hands together. Two wisps of pink smoke flashed out, directly toward the faces of the two female assassins.
The female assassins reacted with lightning speed. Holding their breath, they closed their mouths and prepared to flee. Fan Xian had gone to great lengths to find such an opportunity. How could he let it go? With a loud roar, Tyrannical zhenqi surged out of his body. With a shake of his arms, they seemed to suddenly grow longer, and his palms were about to touch the throats of the two female assassins.
With two soft cracking sounds, the female assassins' throats were crushed. Blood frothed from their mouths, and they fell limply to the ground.
At that moment, the big man had already raised his hand and was about to slap Teng Zijing's head.
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Fan Xian was very calm. This calmness came from the experience of two lives, and also from the teachings of Fei Jie and Wu Zhu. He had no time to think about why Wu Zhu had not acted, but he knew that this was the most dangerous test he had faced since coming to the capital. If he could not even pass this test, it would only prove that he should not have been born into this world to live again.
It only took the blink of an eye for him to cross the distance of 40 feet. With a flip of his left hand, he had already fed a pill to Teng Zijing. He raised his right palm and blocked the big man's palm in mid-air.
A muffled sound exploded in the alley. The sycamore tree next to it began to tremble, and its leaves fell powerlessly to the ground.
Fan Xian felt a bone-deep pain in his right hand. A powerful force, which he had never encountered before, was transmitted from the big man's palm. In just a moment, he could not hold on any longer.
He grunted, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. But he did not panic. His left hand had already reached for the trigger, and he was ready to give his opponent a fatal blow.
But at that moment, something very strange happened.
A gust of wind blew in from the mouth of the alley, gently swirling around Fan Xian's body. It seemed that a strange force, using the wind as a medium, was constantly competing with his body. Although this force was not strong, it was very annoying, and it forcefully interfered with Fan Xian's following actions.
The big man grinned and chuckled. The way he looked at Fan Xian was like that of a brute beast, and his eyes were suffused with a terrifying red.
Fan Xian's gaze passed through the big man's broad back, and he saw a blurry figure at the mouth of the alley, wearing a bamboo hat.
"Let me smash your head in." The big man seemed to have realized that Fan Xian had no other choice. He laughed wildly, and the strength in his palm increased.
Fan Xian snorted coldly. He knew that he was facing the greatest predicament since his rebirth. His right arm began to tremble slightly, but deep inside, he kept shouting, "Smash your head!"
In this moment of life and death, the zhenqi that had been circulating throughout his body, which seemed to have long been as calm as a lake, seemed to have encountered some sort of provocation, and could no longer calm down. A vast wave of zhenqi gushed out from the snow-capped mountain at his back, and along the small circulation in his body, it suddenly poured into his right arm.
In that instant, Fan Xian had the illusion that his right arm was made of iron.
The powerful collision of zhenqi caused the two palms, which were quite different in size, to separate by about an inch. Then, they fiercely collided again.
There was a loud bang, followed by countless sharp whistles. Countless thin streams of zhenqi appeared around the two men, and they tore the wutong leaves floating in the air to pieces.
"Die!" Fan Xian roared. With terrifying control, he pulled back his fist and punched out in a straight line, striking the big man's abdomen. A strange expression appeared on the big man's face. He opened his mouth, and Fan Xian's face was covered in blood. His abdomen had clearly caved in.
But no one could have imagined that this big man's life force would be so tenacious. After receiving such a heavy blow, he still stood firm and did not move. Instead, his large hand, like a fan, fiercely slapped Fan Xian's right shoulder. Fan Xian's right shoulder immediately became like tofu that had been wiped by a black blind man. It was a mess, and blood flowed freely.
But Fan Xian's ruthlessness finally exploded today. After receiving such a heavy blow, he only cried out in pain. His whole body borrowed the force of the blow to throw himself into the big man's arms. His left hand had already pulled out a slender dagger, and he viciously stabbed it into the big man's throat.
Then, he forcefully pulled it down.
First, a large hole was smashed into the big man's abdomen, and immediately after, his chest was split open. Messy internal organs rushed out, and fresh blood and abdominal fluids wrapped around the muscles and intestines flowed onto his feet.
He didn't dare believe his eyes. He raised his head to glance at Fan Xian, and then he fell backward. Like a large tree, he smashed into the ground with a buzzing sound.
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The entire world was silent.
Fan Xian panted, maintaining a standing posture with great difficulty. He looked at the blurry figure wearing a bamboo hat at the mouth of the alley.
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