Chapter 175 Wolf Rider:

"Looking for Death!"

He Shiyou was furious and shook his hands, which turned into sharp eagle claws.

He leaped into the air, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and spread his claws to the left and right, sweeping out with murderous intent.

But suddenly! His eyes blurred, and the masked man in black riding on the horse suddenly disappeared.

The wind is howling!

A tall black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost! Whoosh! He Shiyou's breath was choked, and his hair was blown high up by the strong wind and flew to the back of his head.

Then, his arms sank! The two sharp claws that were swinging across each other suddenly stopped moving!

"???"

He Shiyou exclaimed in surprise, his heart trembled violently, and when he looked down, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Only then did he realize that his two wrists were firmly grasped by two large hands.

A huge force descended, and He Shiyou was pressed back to the ground.

With a loud bang!

He Shiyou's whole body was shaking, and his feet were deeply inserted into the mud like planting rice seedlings.

“Ah, this…”

He Shiyou's face turned pale with horror, and as his gaze swayed, he was met with a pair of cold eyes.

"You are just 90,000 kilograms of strength, what a boast!"

Fang Zhixing sneered and leaned forward with both hands.

Plop! He Shiyou couldn't bear it anymore. His expression was distorted, his legs were shaking and bent, and he fell to his knees on the ground, bowing deeply to Fang Zhixing.

“Senior Brother!”

He Shiyou's other three companions were shocked and astonished.

They first gasped, then rushed over one after another.

“Well done!”

Fang Zhixing curled the corner of his mouth, swung He Shiyou up, did a big windmill, and then threw him out.

Bang! He Shiyou crashed into the arms of one of the monkey-faced young men, and the two flew backwards together and hit a big tree nearby.

Boom! The big tree shook violently, fell down, and the leaves fell everywhere.

Fang Zhixing turned around and a burly young man happened to rush in front of him.

I saw the opponent's arms bulging high, and the eagle claws stabbed from top to bottom.

Fang Zhixing looked at him with disdain and punched him.

The punch was as fast as a dragon, hitting the opponent's stomach first at a faster speed.

Bang! The terrifying punch was unstoppable and devastating.

The fist as big as a sandbag directly pierced the young man's stomach, as easy as piercing a layer of paper.

A bloody fist pierced through his back, and his intestines were scattered like ribbons.

"Wow!"

The young man coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his excited eyes quickly dimmed.

"Third Junior Brother!"

The other young man with a sheep-beard felt his heart skip a beat. He had already rushed to Fang Zhixing and watched his fellow apprentice get shot in the stomach.

The bloody and fleshy fragments of intestines were all over him.

The bloody fist was pointing at him!

For a moment, he felt an indescribable fear in his heart. He slammed on the brakes, stopped, and stared at the masked man in black with his mouth wide open.

Fang Zhixing swung his fist and knocked the young man's body away. His bloodstained arm seemed even thicker and more aggressive.

The young man with a sheep's beard stepped back subconsciously, his hair standing on end.

"Are all people in Feiyingmen like you?"

Fang Zhixing took a step forward and stretched out his big hand, as fast as lightning, and grabbed the young man with a goat beard on the top of his head.

The confused young man with a sheep beard was completely bewildered and couldn't dodge at all.

Fang Zhixing pulled up his scalp and pressed it to the ground! The young man with a sheep's beard spun around and fell face first to the ground.

Boom! The earth shook!

A dead body immediately appeared on the ground, its head smashed to pieces, deader than dead.

At this moment, He Shiyou had just climbed up and happened to witness the tragic death of the young man with a sheep-beard. His pupils trembled violently and the fear in his heart was infinitely magnified.

Without thinking, he got up and ran as fast as he could.

He even ignored the monkey-faced young man who was under him.

At this moment, he didn't want anything and just wanted to escape.

Whoosh! Suddenly, a fierce wind blew from behind, making the back of my neck feel cold and giving me goose bumps.

He Shiyou was very anxious, so he rolled over on the ground and swung his eagle claws backwards.

Several twisted scratches immediately appeared in the air, and dust rolled backwards.

However, there was nothing behind.

He Shiyou was stunned at first, shook his head and looked around, but could not find any trace of the masked man in black.

"Brother, behind you..."

Just at this moment, He Shiyou's last companion, the monkey-faced young man, also climbed up dizzy, took a closer look, and couldn't help but yelling in a hurry.

He Shiyou couldn't help but shudder and twisted his body violently, but he only saw a fist rapidly enlarging in his field of vision.

In a hurry, He Shiyou raised his right hand to cover his face.

Bang! He Shiyou's head tilted back, his body flew backwards, and he hit the monkey-faced young man again.

“Ah~”

The monkey-faced young man wanted to cry but had no tears. He was hit in the chest and immediately let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

The two of them were entangled together and rolled on the ground for more than ten times before they stopped.

Before they could get up, a pair of large feet suddenly dropped from the sky and landed with a thud.

He Shiyou raised his head with difficulty. His nose was deeply sunken into his face, blood was flowing, his face was unrecognizable and it was a horrible sight.

If he hadn't strengthened his defense and used his hand to block Zhixing's fist below, he would have been broken by now.

He looked at his right hand. The bones were completely broken, as if it had been hit by a sledgehammer. It was twisted and deformed, and bloody.

The monkey-faced young man struggled to get up, but before he could do anything, two big hands grabbed his head from the left and right and lifted him up.

A terrifying force came from the two big hands.

“Ah, ah…”

The monkey-faced young man had a splitting headache and his head was squeezed madly, causing him to scream miserably in pain.

Boom~ The next second, his head suddenly exploded, like a squashed watermelon, with red and white splashing everywhere.

This situation...

He Shiyou was horrified and raised his hands tremblingly, saying in a trembling voice: "Master, spare my life. I admit defeat. I surrender!"

Fang Zhixing squatted down and asked, "What is your mission here? To kill me?"

"No, we didn't even know you were here."

He Shiyou shook his head and explained carefully: "The thing is, we received an order saying that there are suspicious people frequently appearing at Yan's Winery, and the woman that Mr. Tian likes, Yan Hongtao, lives here, so my master sent us here to keep an eye on and protect Yan Hongtao.

We actually just arrived not long ago, and we happened to see you running with someone in your arms, so we wanted to stop you, that's all."

Fang Zhixing didn't comment when he heard this, but only asked, "The evil monk who broke his precepts is in Yan's winery, did you know that?"

"who?"

He Shiyou had a blank look in his eyes, as if he had never heard of such a person as the evil monk who broke his precepts.

Fang Zhixing understood, and suddenly raised his hand, grabbed He Shiyou's neck and tore it apart.

Puff!

He Shiyou's Adam's apple disappeared in an instant, and a bloody hole appeared on his neck, with blood gushing out like a fountain.

"You bastard, woo woo..."

He Shiyou couldn't believe it. He looked at Fang Zhixing with resentment, then fell to the ground and died with his eyes open.

Fang Zhixing shook off the sticky flesh and blood on his hands and walked towards his horse.

Behind him, the sound of fighting continued.

The ground shook as if there was a small earthquake.

"The Ninth Bull Realm is so ridiculously strong..."

Fang Zhixing's eyes flashed, and without hesitation, he jumped on the horse and galloped away.

However, he had just run out of the woods when his breathing stagnated.

In the middle of the intersection outside the woods, there stood a middle-aged man with his hands behind his back. He was very sturdy and strong, about two meters tall, with a heavy sword on his back and a red tasseled spear in his hand.

"Sigh~"

Fang Zhixing had to stop his horse and take a closer look.

The middle-aged man had thick eyebrows slanting into his temples, a chin like a swallow and a beard like a tiger, and he had an amazing aura.

He glanced at Fang Zhixing and asked, "Masked people, who is fighting with whom over there?"

Fang Zhixing was silent for a moment, and answered truthfully: "The evil monk who broke his vows, the hunchbacked ghost knife Xin Zhanhong, the master of Xuanhuo Sui Jiefu, and the master of the Golden Snake Village Xia Jingxian."

"Oh, is it so lively?"

The middle-aged man groaned a few times and fell into deep thought. After a moment, he asked again, "Why did they fight?"

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Fang Zhixing replied, "Xin Zhanhong and the other two hope that the evil monk who broke his precepts will leave Qinghe County and not meddle in other people's business, but the evil monk who broke his precepts will not agree."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man grinned and said with a laugh: "What a bunch of idle people, are you just bored?"

He stopped talking, and Fang Zhixing didn't dare to move.

But the next second, a cold light suddenly burst out from the shadow on the side of the road.

Fang Zhixing had already been ready to strike, and without hesitation, he drew his sword and slashed forward.

Dang~ fire splashed!

A red tasseled spear was knocked away.

Almost at the same time, a figure jumped high and caught the red tasseled spear.

This man was a young man with a long face like a red date, lightning-like eyes and extremely high cheekbones.

What shocked Fang Zhixing was that the long-faced young man was wearing bright armor, a helmet, and carrying a large sword on his back.

The long-faced young man caught the red tasseled spear and threw it behind him. He frowned and looked at Fang Zhixing with a hint of surprise on his face.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man laughed and said, "Fei Yuanlin, you didn't expect that even your sneak attack can't do anything to him."

Fei Yuanlin snorted coldly and said unconvincedly: "This masked man has already discovered me. Didn't you notice that he just glanced at the place where I was hiding?"

The middle-aged man replied, "You were discovered because you haven't mastered your concealment skills. But why did you attack others? Are you bored?"

Fei Yuanlin said angrily: "Now that I'm here, my hands are itching, so I want to find someone to fight."

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed over brazenly.

Fang Zhixing stretched his legs and somersaulted off the horse. His muscles swelled and his height suddenly rose to two meters and four.

"Explosive Skill: Breaking the Bamboo!"

Fang Zhixing swung his sword quickly, each blow was unstoppable, and he charged forward without caring about his life.

Fei Yuanlin swung the red tassel spear, but he inexplicably lost the momentum and was beaten.

The long swords and spears collided continuously, sparks splashed, and illuminated the night.

"Idiot, change your weapons quickly."

The middle-aged man suddenly saw the clue and shouted, "The masked man just knocked your red tassel spear away with his sword, and he has the upper hand, and he still has the remaining strength. Then he used this momentum to move forward like a broken bamboo, and you can only take the beating."

Fei Yuanlin's heart trembled. He decisively threw away the red tasseled spear and kicked up with his heel.

There was a loud clanging sound!

In an instant, the big sword behind him flew out of its sheath, landed in his right hand, and then chopped diagonally.

Dang! The long sword and the heavy sword collided violently, and the two huge forces clashed rapidly and bounced apart.

Fang Zhixing used the force to retreat violently, distance himself, and after standing still, he quickly began to accumulate strength.

"You wish!"

Fei Yuanlin's eyes widened with anger, and he suddenly raised his left arm. Whoosh! A flash of cold light shot out.

Fang Zhixing hurriedly changed his position.

The next moment, the big tree behind him shook violently and was hit by a hidden arrow, and leaves fell everywhere.

Fei Yuanlin stomped his foot, pounced forward, and swung his sword vertically, chopping down on the man's head.

Fang Zhixing's face was slightly solemn, but he stopped dodging. He stood still again and began to accumulate strength.

At the same time, his muscles squirmed and golden lines appeared on his skin, as if covered with a layer of scales, similar to the scales of a pangolin.

Moreover, there are intricate and beautiful patterns on the scales, which are as beautiful as a painting.

At this moment, Fang Zhixing seemed to be wearing a beautiful scale coat.

Dang! Fei Yuanlin's sword hit Fang Zhixing's shoulder squarely.

Fang Zhixing's legs twisted like a knot and his body became shorter.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man suddenly shouted, "Show mercy."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Fang Zhixing roared, his whole body jumped up, and slashed out with his long sword!

Fei Yuanlin shuddered all over, and felt his upper body go cold, and his chest armor deformed violently.

Boom! Sparks fly!

Fei Yuanlin flew backwards and fell to the ground like a dead dog, rolling again and again, and finally stopped after hitting a big tree.

"Wow~"

Fei Yuanlin climbed up with difficulty, half-crouched on the ground, and couldn't help vomiting a mouthful of blood.

He looked down at his breastplate and saw a brutal scar with blood gushing out happily.

Fang Zhixing still kept swinging his sword and said in a deep voice: "Just now, I could have cut your neck!"

After hearing this, Fei Yuanlin's pupils trembled, his face turned pale, and he was still frightened.

If the middle-aged man hadn't shouted in time, he would have died here today.

Just at this moment, the fighting at Yan's Winery gradually stopped.

A man walked out of the woods quietly and passed by Fang Zhixing.

Fang Zhixing glanced sideways and found that the other person was the beautiful lady in red, Xia Jingxian.

Her eyes were cold and she looked straight ahead at the middle-aged man. She said indifferently, "Wolf Cavalry General Luo Rujie, what are you doing here?"

After hearing these words, Fang Zhixing's heart was shaken.

Under the county magistrate are three generals: the giant soldiers, the wolf cavalry, and the navy.

The person in front of him is the Wolf Cavalry General, who is on the same level as Luo Keji.

Luo Rujie laughed and said, "I happened to be hunting a demon nearby. I heard the noise here and came over to take a look."

Xia Jingxian seemed to respond unhappily: "If you want to see it, go over and see it. It's so far away, can you see it clearly?"

After saying that, she suddenly walked under Fang Zhixing's horse.

Upon seeing this, Fang Zhixing understood what he meant, sheathed his sword, ran over quickly, and jumped on his horse.

Then, Xia Jingxian turned over and sat behind Fang Zhixing.

"Hello~"

At the command, the horse started running, brushed past Luo Rujie, and disappeared in a cloud of dust.

The two men rode on their horses and galloped all the way.

Fang Zhixing felt a hint of warmth coming from behind him and smelled a faint fragrance.

"Thank you for saving my life..."

Fang Zhixing lowered his head slightly to show his gratitude.

Without Xia Jingxian's rescue, he might not have been able to escape at all, and might even have lost his life.

However, Xia Jingxian did not respond.

Fang Zhixing was surprised and looked back, but there was no one behind him.

Xia Jingxian disappeared quietly at some point.

"He comes and goes without a trace. This is the difference in strength."

Fang Zhixing sighed softly.

I rushed all the way back to Yixiangzhai and entered the study.

He sat down on the chair and quickly wrote a line of words.

(End of this chapter)