Whoosh —
Ye Rou's figure appeared like a ghost beside Fang Yan. She arrived almost at the same time as Fang Yan's landing, which showed how much she cared about Fang Yan.
She stood in front of Fang Yan and looked at Fang Yan anxiously, asking, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Fang Yan shook his head and said. What was going on just now? Where's Song Transplanting's hammer?
Clang, clang, clang —
Baili Lu also rushed to Fang Yan's side and looked at Fang Yan anxiously. He looked him up and down and asked, "You won't die, right?"
"I won't die." Fang Yan said. What was going on just now? Where's Song Transplanting's hammer?
If Fang Yan was fine and wouldn't die, then Tao Addict Song Transplanting would be the unlucky one.
Everyone's eyes turned to Song Transplanting, focusing on the bleeding muzzle on his back —
Song Transplanting was seriously injured. After falling to the ground, he didn't move for a long time.
When he was a little more awake, he wanted to get up from the ground — at least to change to a slightly more dignified posture. But he found that his body was in pain and his strength was quickly fading away. Not to mention getting up, even turning over was extremely difficult.
He moved a little, changing his lying posture into a forward posture. He stared at the gloomy sky with grief and indignation, unable to accept what had happened in front of him.
He was the one who wanted to kill Fang Yan. Why did he end up in such a miserable situation?
"Where's my hammer?" Song Transplanting asked aloud.
"I'm not very sure." Fang Yan said with a puzzled look. "It seems that my Fire Dragon took it to the sky."
"Why can your Fire Dragon take my hammer to the sky?" Song Transplanting began to cough violently when he asked this question. As he coughed, his mouth was covered with blood. His internal organs were seriously injured. Every time he coughed, a lot of blood spurted out. "You don't have the heart of Tai Chi anymore, do you? How can your Strength Qi condense and materialize? "
"I don't know much about it. Wait for me to go back and study it —" Fang Yan said embarrassedly. Faced with the humility of others asking for guidance, he, as the master of the fire dragon, did not understand the principles behind it. His heart was filled with guilt, and he felt that he did not deserve to be a good teacher. "After all, it just happened. I also need some time to think about some of the contents —"
"Why are you using a gun?" Song asked. "We're all from the Inner Jianghu, so it's inevitable for us to compete and learn from each other. We don't have to worry about using knives and swords. Why do you use a spear?"
When Song Transplanting Seedlings asked this question, Ye Rou and Baili Lu also turned their eyes to Fang Yan's face.
Yeah, how could this guy use a gun? How could he have a pistol at such a crucial moment?
There were many grudges and grievances in the rivers and lakes. If you had an arm chopped off, you would think of a way to chop off the other party's arm. If you had been stabbed by an enemy, you would think of a way to stab him a dozen or twenty times. However, there had never been such a case where you used a gun to blow up the other party's head after your arm was chopped off.
Everyone came to an agreement and formed a non-existent rule that everyone followed: No firearms!
Besides, for these masters of the Inner Jianghu, what was a gun? What was a bullet?
In the world, martial arts were the highest.
This was their dignity and pride. It was a forbidden area where they could not get along with firearms.
However, you f * cking used a gun — this was cheating, against the rules, and would be despised by others.
Fang Yan felt even more embarrassed. His cheeks were burning with pain. His eyes avoided eye contact with Ye Rou and Baili Lu's eyes, and he did not want to look into Song Transplanting Seedlings' condemning and questioning eyes. He explained in a dry voice, "Poverty stunts ambition, so I brought a gun as insurance. You also know that my Tai Chi Heart had disappeared. Your martial arts were too good, and you ran too fast. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to catch up with you, so I accidentally took out a pistol from my pocket and shot you. I didn't do it on purpose. I hope you don't mind too much — "
Fang Yan's heart of Tai Chi became a stillborn fetus. If he used his internal strength, he would have to bear the fire. Fang Yan suddenly felt very insecure — especially when he was dealing with a group of Inner Jianghu monsters. His heart was filled with a sense of inferiority.
When he was carrying out a mission in the Millennium Palace, he and his friend Gongsun Qi experienced a life and death escape. There were several times when they were driven into a dead end, but because they were desperate, they fought with their lives on the line and resorted to all sorts of means. Finally, they had the chance to escape from that hell and return to Huaxia alive.
It was also this experience that made Fang Yan feel the beauty of life and the importance of life.
He had to live for himself, for his family and lover. He couldn't die, he had to protect himself well —
So, when he came out to protect Phoenix, he deliberately prepared a gun with him.
Things like guns were not omnipotent. For example, when he fought with Song Transplanting Seedlings alone, he had no chance to take out a gun or shoot. Even if he took out a gun, he might not have a chance to shoot Song Transplanting Seedlings. Because just as he raised his gun, Song Transplanting Seedlings might have already rushed in and twisted one of his arms — people like them, the speed of moving and dodging was faster than the speed of a bullet.
When he swung the fire dragon that pierced Tao Transplanting Seedling's Qi hammer, both Song Transplanting Seedling and Fang Yan were a little dazed. They couldn't figure out what happened in the middle of it all.
Song Transplanting Seedling even began to be suspicious, thinking that Fang Yan was also a Heavenly Dao expert who was hiding his strength —
Take advantage of an illness to kill. Fang Yan reacted quickly and kicked Song Transplanting Seedling in the abdomen. What he did not expect was that Song Zanyang, this old man, was extremely cunning. After he took the kick, he used the recoil force to escape.
Without thinking, Fang Yan took out a gun from his pocket and shot at Song Transplanting Seedling's back.
He really didn't do it on purpose!
"—" Song Transplanting Seedling wanted to say, "I f * * king mind. I mind so much that I'm about to die, okay? "
"I'm sorry this time, if you have any requests, just tell me —" Fang Yan looked at Song Transplanting Seedling's twisted expression and couldn't help but ask. He was a kind person, but he couldn't bear to see others look so pitiful. Whenever someone looked at him like that, he would instantly feel sympathy — even if the person he was facing was the Tao Transplanting Seedling, who he hated to the bone.
"Please —" Song Transplanting Seedling didn't finish his sentence before he coughed violently again. He coughed so violently that a large amount of blood sprayed out, and then fell on his face and body. The Tao Transplanting Seedling of the generation, at this time, looked really tragic.
"Don't worry, if you have something to say, say it slowly —" Fang Yan comforted him. "Except for you, no one is in a hurry anyway —"
"Kill me —" Song Transplanting Seedling said in a hoarse voice. He knew that his important internal organs had been pierced, and even if someone helped him back, he probably wouldn't live past today. Now he was hanging on to his last breath, and he didn't want to die so pathetically. "Don't use the gun —"
He wanted Fang Yan to punch his head, he wanted Fang Yan to smash his chest, he wanted Fang Yan to break his neck, he wanted Fang Yan to — no matter what, don't use the gun.
He was the Tao Addict, one of the Seven Addicts of Hua Xia, and he was a famous figure in the Jianghu.
He was a legend of his generation, and he was admired by countless people —
He didn't want to wait until after his death, when people in the Jianghu talked about him, they would say something like this: Song Transplanting Seedling was a hero of his generation, and although he didn't manage to enter Taoism, his cultivation was unfathomable, and he was the most outstanding figure in Taoism in a hundred years — unfortunately, he was shot to death by Fang Yan.
He was so afraid that the last sentence would be stuck on his head, and destroy his lifelong reputation.
He hoped that he died in battle, killed by the Peerless Godly Kung Fu of the Jianghu —
This was very important, and it was difficult for people who were not in the Jianghu to understand.
"That's the request?" Fang Yan asked.
"That's the request." Song Transplanting Seedling was delighted. Fang Yan agreed? This guy wasn't as bad as he thought he was. Although he was already very, very bad in his mind, the Fang Yan in his mind was still worse than the current Fang Yan.
"Are there any other requests?" Fang Yan asked.
"No." Song Transplanting Seedling's eyelids were getting heavier, and he could barely keep them open. He knew that he was going to die, and he was anxious. If Fang Yan didn't make a move, he would be shot to death by Fang Yan — he would be marked on the pillar of shame in history, and he couldn't accept such a fate.
"This is your last request before you die —" Fang Yan couldn't help but laugh, and said, "I hate you so much, how could I agree to it?"
"—" Song Transplanting Seedling's eyes were already closed, but his body was still twitching violently.
He was very angry, really angry.
If there was another chance, he really wanted to jump up and beat up Fang Yan. He wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood —
Why did he mistakenly believe the words of Hou Zhendong, the Martial Arts Addict, and not kill him? Facing such scum — scum, he should have crushed him to pieces the moment he met him.
Under the gaze of Ye Rou and Baili Lu, Fang Yan smiled shyly, then raised the pistol and pulled the trigger at Tao Transplanting Seedling's body —
Bang!
Bang!
Bang! —
He finished the remaining five bullets in the pistol in one breath.
The Tao Transplanting Seedling closed his eyes forever.
He died with everlasting regret!
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