A round shield composed of many hexagonal crystals suddenly appeared in front of the third body, and the center of the overlapping part of his hands blocked the white hand
However, he changed his tactics and rushed to defend himself. Although he was not broken, the whole person slipped back with the impact of being shaken.
Fang Yunhan was about to pursue the wind behind his head and his feet were slightly cold, and there was a swift shadow flashing down at the height.
At the same time, the poisonous old man pushed three other people, and their attack finally arrived.
Fang Yunhan hit him in the back of the head with a fierce face and red fists.
The blood in his hands is so bright that there is no blood around the bodies that have just been smashed to death.
This man’s nickname "fist" is the seven wonders of the Jin State. This boxing method has three tricks, but it is ingenious and clumsy. Moreover, it has a feature that it can absorb blood to temporarily increase strength, and the boxing field can play a role far beyond the physical skill. It can be said that the more it kills, the stronger it is.
At the main entrance of the palace, that is, the left rear of Fang Yunhan, there is a young man with silver hair and blue eyes, who is making a projectile motion against the legs of a foreign Yunhan more than ten meters away.
His hand seems to have taken nothing, and there is no flying knife, cufflinks and arrows. There is no sharp object to break the abnormal sound in hidden weapons’s shooting.
However, a broken beam was inserted obliquely just between him and Fang Yunhan, but at this time, two more cracks were broken into three sections.
Without the top temple wall, an archer stepped on the uneven wall brick and shot nine arrows at Fang Yunhan.
Nine arrows burst into a whole, and the strength of the arrows connected end to end came to Fang Yunhan faster than the vibration of the bowstring.
"kill yourself"
Fang Yunhan speaks, and Lei Yin forces the five zang-organs to wrap Lei Yin into a bundle, like a semi-transparent firm but gentle one, and spits it out of his mouth.
Nine arrows shot at his face bore the brunt, the first three were directly cut in half, and the strength was lost, while the last six arrows were also hit.
Fang Yunhan took a small step forward at top speed, grasping with both hands in a chain.
Because of moving too fast, his body has moved a small step forward, and when he left a complete ghosting red fist in place, he penetrated the ghosting head, but he was too old to touch Fang Yunhan’s body.
And his hand is faster than his feet. It’s like he has grown six arms, and each arm grabs and throws arrows at the same time.
An arrow reflects the archer’s return almost the same way, and soon the shadow broke his bowstring and an arrow pierced his heart.
An arrow was thrown at the silver-haired man, whose figure fluttered like a snowflake to be blown away by the strong wind, but his hands seemed to be caught by something, and his head paused and an arrow was shot into his forehead.
Two arrows have been thrown at the back of the nail heel, two filaments are hard to see with the naked eye, and the other end of the filaments extends into the silver-haired man’s sleeve. It seems that it is these two murder marks that grabbed his head and killed him.
The last two arrows were turned face to face with the fist in Fang Yunhan’s handshake.
The first punch "fist" is opening its mouth and roaring to catch up with the second punch.
"Give ye die …! ！”
Roar half into a scream.
Fang Yunhan pierced his fist with an arrow in his left hand and leaned out of his wrist. An arrow in his right hand pierced the elbow of this arm.
Fang Yunhan, the arm that runs the bloody killing power, poured into the front of the arrow body, and it was weak like a spider web.
His face was indifferent. When he pulled his hands, both arrows broke from the place where he held them. The broken arrow popped up through his heart and one shot into his fist.
The screams also stopped.
Two broken arrows without arrows went through the body and nailed the wall behind the fist one after another.
The archer’s body fell off the wall, his fist fell backwards, and his mouth was transparent.
Fang Yunhan turned to face the third again.
Not far behind the third, Yan Hong Wu Begged to buy his own sword.
Although the martial arts of the Emperor Xu Jin Guo is not as good as that of Jin Taizu in those years, it is by no means a mediocre generation. If it is put into the martial arts of the Great Song Dynasty, it will be no less than the six-and-a-half-hall and two-hall master.
However, when he saw that Di Chin’s eleventh wing had been killed by the assassin like a moth to the fire and a silkworm to drown itself, he felt cool physically and mentally.
Those guards and soldiers who are coming here have always been the proud source of Yan Hong Wu’s begging for majesty.
He boasts that Daikin’s brave soldiers can naturally make Daikin owners have poor confidence.
But now those people’s footsteps, shouting Yan Hong Wu begging to buy their hearts are like a group of mosquitoes throwing themselves into the fire, and they can’t give him a little energy.
He can pin his last hope on the "third" body with his eyes.
"Your martial arts are really terrible."
Third, there is no rush to start work.
He could feel that Yunhan’s eyes, which seemed to have no movement, were just like real knives. He swam around his body looking for his weakness, which brought him no less pressure than the direct attack.
Those soldiers guarding the palace, they couldn’t stand in the way in the two battles, and those ranks were also attacking Fang Yunhan.
But if they charge, they will get close to about ten paces, and suddenly they will be knocked down by the force of the earth, and their legs and bones will be broken by the earthquake.
They also tried to project bows and arrows and spears, but as soon as those weapons arrived at Fang Yunhan’s side, they would stop halfway, and even be reflected by the physical force back through those who threw them.
However, in the face of such a scene, the third tone is not half impatient. He said that he may be more proficient in Dasong Mandarin than many people in Dasong, and his confidence is beyond words.
"But if Yan Hong’s fist is the strongest fist in heaven, then I hate the magic sutra is the strongest shield in heaven."