Fake Taoists in the world of film and television

Chapter 208

At this time, in the eyes of the outside world, Zhao Fang just staggered a step, and then his figure became taller and his eyes changed.

Although he is still the same person, his temperament has changed completely. When his eyes swept across it, everyone felt a chill in their hearts. It seemed that they were no longer facing prey that they could knead, but standing in the food chain. The top beast!

Yi Buhuo twisted his wrist slightly, and the sword moved obediently in his hand, as if it was no longer a foreign object, but an extension of his arm.

He hasn't used a sword for a long time, and I'm afraid no one knows that his strongest skill is actually swordsmanship. Today, let the rubes in this world see what a sword god is!

All of this happened in an instant, and it did not affect the actions of those outsiders at all. Even if a few people were really frightened by his eyes, it was not a reason to stop.

Picking up the long knife that had been stretched out in front of him, Yi Buhuo stabbed straight forward. Although it was just a simple move, coupled with his unparalleled strength and speed, it would be a sure kill!

A cold light flashed, and the man with the wide open door in front of him had already been stabbed through the heart by a sword. Yi Buhuo drew his sword to block his side without even looking, and the two long knives that came from the side slashed straight at the sword. On the body.

With sparks flying, Yi Buhuo actually pushed back the long sword with one against two. Taking advantage of the gap between the two of them retreating, the long sword swept across the army and gently brushed his neck.

As if he had eyes on his back, when he turned sideways, the long sword was stuck to his back, and with a move of Su Qin's back sword, he used the blade of the sword to block the tip of the sneak attack.

The long sword shook, and the person behind him felt a huge force coming on him. He couldn't hold the handle of the sword. The long sword came out of his hand. Yi Buhuo turned around and kicked him. The long sword that had not yet hit the ground turned into a sharp arrow and shot with great speed. The empty sound returned to its owner.

But the tip of the knife came into contact with the body first, until the handle was gone!
"If it were my own body, there would be no need to go to such trouble..."

Yi Buhuo shook his head. After all, it was not his own body. Although he could control it, Zhao Fang's physique was compared to his own. He had not been nourished by true air, and his movements were somewhat stiff.

Although it was more than enough to deal with these miscellaneous fish, it was not as smooth as he expected when chopping melons and vegetables. Fortunately, his sword moves made up for this weakness. Although it took a little more effort, the result would not change!

The bandits who were besieging them saw that he was trying to kill them. No matter how elite they were, they became panicked at this time. They were used to seeing life and death, but that was against the enemy, and now it was one of their own who was lying on the ground. Their morale was not as good as before. .

Zhao Fang, the leader of the strong man with scars, who was originally ordinary, suddenly became brave and invincible, and his face suddenly became ugly.

I just glanced at the carriage, why did the situation here change?

Is it a flashback?
The strong man glanced at Zhao Fang, who had a calm face and steady and neat moves. The flesh on his face was pulled. He didn't look like he was strong on the outside, but seemed to have no strength at all.

Is it a breakthrough?
"I'll meet you!"

Yi Buhuo raised his head when he heard the sound, and the strong man who had been standing behind to command and control the formation waved his long sword and flew over the heads of more than a dozen people, slashing the Huashan Mountain towards his head with one move.

"Unbelievable!"

He didn't fight forcefully, he just took a step back slightly, seemingly subconsciously retreating in panic, but he just happened to get out of the way of the sword's edge.

Even if the sword was only an inch away from the tip of his nose, he could already smell the blood on the sword, but it was in vain if he couldn't touch it.

Although the attack was not successful, the strong man did not hesitate when he landed. He lifted his feet off the ground and rushed forward. Holding the sword in both hands, he pushed forward like a bulldozer.

But the tip of the sword could never reach Yi Buhuo. The short distance between the two seemed to have become a chasm. Even the strong man had noticed that Zhao Fang's expression had not changed at all until now.

His eyes were as dull as water, and his tightly pursed mouth looked serious, but in his opinion, it was simply ridicule!
The strong man's expression really changed. Although it was only two moves, he had the upper hand and there were his subordinates surrounding him. It could be said that I had an advantage. Even so, he was still not hurt. This can only mean one thing.

The guy opposite me is stronger than him!
Having been in the army for many years, the strong man is not the kind of person who has no eyes. He can observe who is strong and weak with just one pair of eyes.

But Zhao Fang was clearly at the end of his strength before. Although he was brave, his physical strength was already low. How could he suddenly become so strong?

Is it hiding strength?

There is no need to hide it so completely!

He was stabbed twice and acted as if nothing happened...

"Sure enough, he is a master in the army. His swordsmanship hits the vital points directly, and his moves don't leave any room. It seems that I am more annoying than I imagined. Dare to mobilize this elite. How is it different from rebellion?"

It wasn't that Yi Buhuo couldn't fight back, but he decided to observe the leading strong man first to prove whether his guess was correct.

He felt something was wrong just now. Let's not talk about other people. Although he was dressed in civilian clothes, his standard weapons and neat temperament were 100% that of a soldier.

But this strong man looked ruffian and stood loosely. He didn't look like a man in the army, but looked like a real bandit. It wasn't until after the attack that he realized that this man was definitely in the army!

I'm afraid he has been out of the military for a long time, so he seems out of place with the people around him.

The strong man swung his sword and rushed forward again. His long sword connected with his throat, heart, shoulders...

Yi Buhuo swung his long sword around and used every move to defend, but not to attack. His body retreated, and after another blow, his body fell into the crowd.

The people who were approaching could not hold back, and looked at his back with knives. Three or five knives came at him. Yi Buhuo did not panic. It seemed that he had no way to retreat and fell into the crowd, but in fact he did it on purpose.

A kite turned over and swept across with his long sword. A few people came behind him and picked up a bunch of blood flowers. He turned his long sword, picked up the long knife that had not yet hit the ground, and used his strength to throw it at the chasing strong man.

The strong man was not weak in strength, and he held the sword with both hands. He did not dodge or avoid the long knives flying towards him. He blocked several long knives with his left and right, and before he could continue the pursuit, he heard a scream behind him. .

Looking back with a startled expression, the long knife he picked up seemed to have eyes, not only did not land, but shot into the crowd behind him at an unabated speed.

"coincide?"

Yi Buhuo smiled slightly and said, "How about I use your strength to gain strength with this move?"

"It's all under your control?"

The strong man gritted his teeth, unable to believe that all this was a plan of the person in front of him, and rushed forward again regardless.

Yi Buhuo retreated again to find the next place where people gathered. He was just playing tricks on the strong man. Although it was easy to kill him, the man behind the scenes was still unclear. Now was not the time to kill him.

After chasing and escaping like this, Yi Buhuo seemed to be unable to escape, but in fact the initiative was in his hands. He led the strong man to run in circles, and more and more bandits fell along the way.

The strong man was disturbed by the screams and had difficulty concentrating. In addition, he was out of breath at this time. He was panting heavily with his sword in his hand. He just stared at Yi Buhuo with a look that could kill him with a thousand swords. Looking at him.

Seeing him stop, Yi Buhuo was not polite, and fell into the crowd like a god of war descending, harvesting lives one after another with indifferent eyes.

Although his strength is extraordinary and his state of mind is very important to him, it does not mean that he is kind and can be bullied.

Why do we need protection measures?Because there are too many dangers in the world, enough to threaten lives!

Doesn't killing someone protect the Tao?As long as you can protect yourself, you can kill anything in the world!
There is no difference between killing one person and killing 100 people, and his heart has long been as calm as a mountain!
Although he is a doctor with good intentions, saving people is saving people, and killing people is killing people. There is no direct connection between the two, and it does not affect his swing of the sword at all.

The screams were endless, and the blood dyed the grass red. The fusion of red and green brought a huge impact. Corpses fell on the ground, and the smell of blood went straight into the sky.

The strong man finally calmed down. Although he was born in the military, he only wanted to make achievements. If someone was willing to give him wealth and beauty, he certainly didn't want to live a miserable life in the military anymore.

Hearing the screams of his men, he was not angry. The life and death of these people had nothing to do with him. His previous dementia was just because he was afraid that too many people would not be able to explain the master behind them.

But now that the matter has come to this, there is no point in thinking about these anymore. As long as we can achieve the real goal, it will all be worth it!
The strong man looked at the carriage. The horses pulling the carriage seemed to be well-trained. Although they were surrounded and kept shouting to kill, they only snorted a few times in annoyance and did not run away in fright.

Seeing that Yi Buhuo was still fighting in the crowd, the strong man not only did not rush to resist, but instead walked to the carriage.

After flying the kite just now, Yi Buhuo had unknowingly left the carriage. Although he was only ten steps away, he was surrounded by people one after another, because there were always people in the crowd who were directing people and offering rewards. Jin, so even if there were heavy casualties, there was still no intention of retreating.

The strong man walked up to the carriage with his sword in his hand and said loudly: "Master, are you still not ready to come down? Do you think that only one guard can protect your safety?"

"Who sent you here? Don't you know that killing me will make you confiscate your home and exterminate your clan?"

Yi Buhuo opened his eyes in the carriage. Multitasking was not complicated for him. Although he opened his mouth to speak, Zhao Fang still killed people again, and even more efficiently.

"The dead don't need to know much!"

The strong man sneered and said: "After today, who will know who killed you? Only if you are dead will we be safe."

"It's a good idea, and it's true, but I think you don't seem very confident?"

Yi Buhuo didn't open the door curtain, but just glanced at the strong man through the gap. The screams behind him haven't stopped, and the screams are still going on, which is really not convincing.

Although the strong man looked very grim, he still pretended not to care and said: "A hundred people are not enough. I have 100 more people. I can exhaust him to death. As long as I can get rid of you, it will be worth it no matter how many people die."

"As long as you die, your subordinates are no longer important. This place is so far away from Xianyang, he will not enter Xianyang alive!"

Yi Buhuo almost laughed out loud. It was the first time I heard someone speak so harshly about his coward, risking lives just to kill one person. Does your family have a mine or is Ying Zheng your biological father?

"Your tone is really serious, I'm afraid your calculations are wrong!"

"You dare to speak harshly, wait until I put the knife on your neck and see if you still speak harshly!"

The strong man jumped on the carriage and was about to reach out to lift the curtain. Suddenly his whole body trembled, his eyes changed, and he leaned back like an iron bridge with a hard bow and a hard horse!

whoosh-

The next moment, a steel knife grazed the bridge of his nose and flew into the carriage. If he had reacted a little slower, it would have stabbed him to the core.

Cold sweat instantly covered his cheeks, and the strong man fell off the carriage as if collapsed, panting heavily.

Gao Yao swallowed unconsciously as he looked at the tip of the knife that almost touched his chest, then rolled his eyes and fainted without saying a word.

Yi Buhuo firmly grasped the back of the long knife. Seeing that he fainted, he smiled awkwardly and pretended to be cool. He forgot that Gao Yao had never seen such a scene before and his ability to accept it was not good.

He loosened his fingers and threw the knife that almost accidentally killed Gao Yao to the ground. He closed his eyes again. Did he really think he had won?If you can get in, I lose!
The strong man turned his head and looked along the trajectory of the long knife, and immediately saw Zhao Fang who was still fighting in the crowd. It seemed that it was not a hidden weapon thrown by him, and he didn't even look here.

Zhao Fang's feet were already piled with corpses. From the beginning to now, the long sword in his hand had drank the blood of at least 50 people. It was already full of gaps, and the smooth blade had turned into jagged edges.

The screams have turned into howls, and there are more casualties than deaths. The skin and flesh are rolling, and the pieces of flesh are flying. Although alive, it is more painful than death.

The strong man knew that things would go badly if he delayed any longer, so he directly ordered the people surrounding the carriage to rush forward. The two of them boarded the carriage first, and then, as expected, two long knives flew out and penetrated their bodies.

The few people who wanted to continue climbing looked at each other and hesitated.

"Do you want to disobey me? Come on!"

The strong man shouted loudly, raised the sword in his hand, his eyes were fierce, and he wanted to choose someone to devour.

Several people looked at each other, gritted their teeth and climbed onto the carriage again. The three of them protected the two of them, almost protecting each other with their lives.

But this is still in vain. Zhao Fang's most indispensable thing is long knives. There is almost no place to set his feet under the pile. His body is motionless, and several long knives are picked up, flying like eyes. out.

Whoosh whoosh—

puff!

The steel knife was like flesh, and the powerful long knife of the bearer penetrated through it like a candied haws, piercing the back cover and the front attacker together, and fell in front of the carriage door and rolled down.

"Not coming out, right..."

The strong man shrank his head with lingering fear. Although Zhao Fang was far away, the defense of the carriage was still impeccable, and no one could enter the carriage.

"Set the carriage on fire!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a broken sword full of cracks flew towards him, piercing the strong man's shoulder and causing him to fall to the ground.

At some point, Zhao Fang had already killed all the bandits surrounding him. Even those who had long since surrendered and fled could not escape death. Everyone had a knife stuck in their backs!

The only two people left beside the carriage fought each other, dropped the knives in their hands, turned around and ran away.

Zhao Fang expressionlessly kicked up two stones, which went straight into their vests, with no thought of holding back.

(End of this chapter)