Great Song catcher

Chapter 10
"How many Jiangzuo Seven Swords are there?"

Standing on the deck, Fang Sihai sighed inwardly about his bad luck, and bowed his hands to the seven people on board, but still held a trace of luck, hoping that his luck was not so bad.

It's not that Fang Sihai is timid, if he is the only one, with his strength, there is absolutely no need to be afraid of the Jiangzuo Seven Swords. People can do nothing about it.

The point is that he is not alone now, and there are brothers who are escorting the darts with him. If he turns around and runs away now, even if he can escape the pursuit of Jiang Zuo Qijian, those brothers will definitely die.

When this matter is publicized, the Huwei Escort Bureau's ten-year-old signboard will be smashed, and Fang Sihai will not have to travel in the rivers and lakes in the future.

Taking a step back, even if he doesn't care about the lives of his brothers, but now he is on the Yangtze River, even if he wants to run, he has no place to run.

"That's right, since Chief Escort Fang knows our brother's name, he must also know our reason for coming!"

The person standing at the bow shouted loudly: "As long as the head of the bodyguard Fang hands over the things, our brothers will never embarrass the expensive escort agency, and we will guarantee that the expensive escort agency will be unimpeded on the Yangtze River waterway in the future. Zuo Qijian against."

"To show our sincerity, we will help you get rid of the disrespectful Black Shark Gang!"

As he spoke, the man raised his arm, and a package was thrown up, exuding a strong smell of blood.

The package fell on the deck, and after rolling a few times, it just rolled to Fang Sihai's feet. The rags on the outside spread out, revealing what was inside, which turned out to be a bloody human head.

This person looked to be in his 40s, with leopard head and eyes, a scar across the forehead, eyes staring like copper bells, full of unwillingness and fear.

"Black Shark, Yan Zhenhai!"

After seeing this human head, Fang Sihai's pupils shrank, and he spit out five words.

Nie Feng was also surprised when he heard this.

Black Shark Yan Zhenhai is the leader of the Black Shark Gang. Although the Black Shark Gang is not a big force, there are not many people on the Yangtze River waterway who can provoke it, because it is the sub-rudder of the Twelve Chain Docks in the Yangtze River. There are a large number of people, and Yan Zhenhai, the leader, is a master of the sea environment.

The power of Twelve Links spread all over the world. From Jiangnan to Saibei, there are branches of Twelve Links on both land and water. If we only talk about power, the only beggar gang in Junshan Dongting Lake can be compared with it.

Because of this, although the Black Shark Gang has no masters, they can stand tall, but now this Black Shark has been decapitated and turned into a dead fish.

Fang Sihai's face was very ugly, he is an old Jianghu, how can he not know the meaning of Jiangzuo Seven Swords.

On the one hand, as they said, Yan Zhenhai, the leader of the Black Shark Gang, was beheaded to show their sincerity, but on the other hand, it was not a threat to him.

Yan Zhenhai is at the helm of the Black Shark Gang. We, Jiangzuo Qijian, can take his head. Now that you, Fang Sihai, are alone on the boat, it would be easy for us to kill you.

This is what Jiang Zuo Qijian wanted to tell Fang Sihai.

"Boss Fang, you have seen our sincerity, why don't you hand over the things?" The voice from the boat came again.

Nie Feng is becoming more and more interested now, what is the origin of Fang Sihai's dart this time?
Not only the Jiangzuo Seven Swords wanted to fight, but even the Black Shark Gang wanted to fight. No wonder he had to take the waterway. There were so many people trying to rob the darts on the waterway.

"The thing is on someone Fang, but it is entrusted by someone, and it is a matter of loyalty. Forgive Fang for being difficult to obey."

Fang Sihai said coldly, then waved to the boatman and lowered his voice: "Tell people to speed up the boat and get rid of them, and they must not catch up."

But at this moment, a gust of river wind blew over, Nie Feng's nose twitched slightly, and his brows were immediately furrowed. He noticed that there seemed to be a pungent smell in the river wind.

"What is the taste?"

Nie Feng couldn't help covering his mouth and nose, the source of the smell seemed to be around the hull.

So Nie Feng walked quickly to the edge of the deck, looked down, and found that the river water had turned black at some point, as thick as ink, and had a shiny luster.

"No, it's copper oil from Tibetan border!"

Fang Sihai obviously also smelled this pungent smell, but he was experienced enough to tell what it was without looking at the smell alone.

"Hurry up...!"

But after all, it was still a step too late, Fang Sihai's voice hadn't finished yet, when there was a flash of fire, Nie Feng heard a scream in the air.

Someone in the boat fired a rocket!
Zangbian copper oil, also known as fire oil, is the oil of later generations.

When the rocket landed on the copper oil, it immediately ignited raging flames and surrounded the passenger ship as a whole. The entire river surface was also reddened by the flames, and the sky above was like daylight, blocking the passage of the passenger ship.

However, the copper oil seemed to have been diluted, and it only ignited a raging fire, but did not explode violently. Otherwise, the people on this ship would all be reduced to underwater ghosts.

"Fang Sihai, since you don't eat the toast, then don't blame our brothers for being ruthless!"

Seven figures jumped up from the small boat and flew towards the deck.

Fang Sihai waved his hands, pinched them into tiger claws, and slashed toward a figure in the chest. There was a faint golden light in his palms, like a diamond ax falling down. The extremely powerful palm strength hit him hard When it fell on this person, it directly shattered his heart.

Tiger-shaped split hands!
The secret martial arts of the White Horse Temple are strong and fierce, and they are not under the hands of the Dashoubei Palm of the Shaolin Temple and the Prajna Fumo of the Daxiangguo Temple.

After killing a person with one move, Fang Sihai seemed to have more confidence in his heart, turned around and attacked another person.

But Nie Feng always felt that something was wrong, and the cultivation of these people was too weak.

The Jiangzuo Seven Swords have been running across the Yangtze River for more than ten years. It is said that they are all masters of the acquired peak realm, and the elder brother Can Jian is half-step innate.

At this time, the other six people had already landed on the deck.

Clang!
The long swords were unsheathed, and the long swords in the hands of the six people were surrounded by brilliance, with a little bit of cold star, and they stabbed at the key acupuncture points on Fang Sihai's body.

"The Liuhe Sword Formation of the South Sea Sword Sect!"

Nie Feng recognized the martial arts used by these six people, which was a set of sword formations of the South Sea Sword Sect.

It is specially used to besiege and kill people whose cultivation base is higher than his own. He once set a record of six acquired peak swordsmen and killed two congenital masters with this sword array.

However, the long swords in the hands of these six people suddenly froze there in the middle of the stabbing, and there was still a distance of about half a foot from Fang Sihai's body, so it was difficult for the sword's edge to penetrate an inch.

"You are not Jiangzuo Seven Swords at all! Who are you?"

Fang Sihai's body shook violently, and a majestic aura emerged behind him, just like the Buddha King Kong descending into the world, the golden light directly sent the six people flying upside down.

"Vajra Subduing Demon Art!"

After seeing the martial arts performed by Fang Sihai, Nie Feng murmured.

The tiger-shaped slashing hand and the Vajra Subduing Demon Kungfu are both martial arts of the Law Enforcement Hall of the White Horse Temple.

As one of the three major temples in China, the White Horse Temple is also the first temple built after Buddhism was introduced to China. The martial arts handed down in the temple is the closest to the orthodox Tianzhu Buddhism.

At this time, Fang Sihai also recognized these people, and they probably weren't the real Jiangzuo Seven Swords.

Their cultivation base is too weak, the real Jiang Zuo Seven Swords will never be so bad.

Those six people struggled to stand up from the ground, all of them were seriously injured, but they didn't attack Fang Sihai, but they floated and ran towards the white-faced scholar and the enchanting young woman with their swords.

"Not good! They want to take hostages!"

A thought quickly flashed through Nie Feng's mind, and with a step forward, the Wuliu sword in his hand was out of its sheath. He did not use the heart-piercing sword, but only used the most common sword technique. arm.

Blood splashes!
An arm holding the sword had already been separated from the owner's body. After the arm was severed, Nie Feng raised his sword slightly and pierced the man's throat, and then dragged the enchanting young woman behind him.

But the white-faced scholar's neck was already pinned by a sword...

(End of this chapter)