Chapter 1148

Yang Shunhui's eyes stared very round.

He thought that his subordinates were no longer with him, but he didn't think that they would raise weapons against him. It's really ironic enough that the general who once thought he loved soldiers like a son was surrounded by his soldiers and aimed at his body with foreigners' firearms.

"Dare you do it!"

He asked angrily.

His eyes are full of blood.

"They don't dare, they just don't give up."

Fang Xie, standing not far away, looked at the ferocious Yang Shunhui and said: "They are all soldiers and you trained them by yourself, so you should know that they have nothing to do but can and will. Up to now, they still have old feelings in their hearts, but you have brought them into the abyss of eternal doom. If I don't come today, you will take them to attack Fenghuang platform, and then they will live forever Nailed to the stigma of history. "

After these words, the soldiers began to get restless.

Yang Shunhui suddenly burst into laughter: "Fang Xie, I knew you were a very clever man. Now I know you still look down on you. You want to kill me and take my military power, but you don't do it yourself. Instead, let my soldiers do it to me. As long as they kill me, they can't stop following you, right? Clever!"

He picked his thumb.

"Dare you fight me to the death!"

He shouted.

Hysteria.

"Why are you willing to die now?"

Fang Xie couldn't help asking, "did you think of fighting to the death before? When you found that you had no way to go, you began to want a decent way to die? When you traded with foreigners, you were doomed not to die with dignity."

Yang Shun roared angrily and clenched his fists tightly: "Fang Xie! You are a mean person. It's not fair for you to kill me by such means! Don't you boast of national integrity? Well, you'd better fight with me, a traitor. You'd better kill me!"

"I'll come!"

Standing behind, Shiwan, the most honest and honest man, couldn't see it. He strode to the front of Fang Xie, pointed to Yang Shun and said angrily, "I always think your son is a waste. Now I know he is a hundred times and a thousand times stronger than you! He still knows what friendship is, and you have completely lost your humanity. In the face of danger, he thought of dying with you. Can you do it?"

Yang Shunhui was shocked by Shiwan's words, and his son Yang Caiping appeared in his mind. He didn't know that Yang Caiping had been released by Shiwan. Listening to Shiwan's words, he was sure that Yang Caiping had died. At this time, the kind of sadness, despair and anger occupied his heart.

"You killed my son!"

He roared and hit both fists at the same time.

The distance between him and Shiwan is 30 meters. Even if he has a big sleeve, the other party will have a certain time to respond. Moreover, Shiwan's cultivation is not weaker than him. But Shiwan has almost no experience of fighting with people, so the gap between Shiwan and Yang Shunhui is only here.

"I'll come."

Fang Xie punched Yang Shunhui with one hand and said to Shiwan, "I'd better kill this man after all. Although the big Sui Dynasty has disappeared, the meaning of my hand is different from yours."

He walked slowly to Yang Shunhui.

"Come on!"

Yang Shun Hui's feet lit fiercely on the ground, and his body flew out in the dust and smoke. On the way forward quickly, Yang Shun would punch out his fists again. His way of shooting is different from other practitioners. Generally speaking, few people would punch out their fists together, which looks strange.

But behind this strange posture, there is Yang Shunhui, who tries his best to release every blow.

"Once you were a mountain in front of me."

Fang Xie defused Yang Shunhui's offensive with a touch of sadness in his eyes: "At that time, when I saw a great general like you in Chang'an City, my heart was always full of awe. Anyway, the pride of Dasui was made by people like you on their own. Without excellent generals like you, the majesty of Dasui was just an empty word. At that time, I really feared you."

"I thought that if I wanted to join the army, I would become the backbone of a country and a nation like you in the future... What I didn't expect is that you would become what you are now."

He waved his hand and brushed away Yang Shunhui's inner strength like mosquitoes: "the biggest hateful thing about people like you is that after bending their spine, they want more people to be like you."

Yang Shunhui was not in the mood to pay attention to the meaning of Fang Xie's words. He was like a crazy bull, just trying to kill the enemy in front of him. He attacked one punch at a time, and his majestic internal strength swept in front of Fang Xie like a wave. Fang Xie didn't seem to have any difficulty in dissolving his endless offensive.

"You can't do it anymore."

Fang Xie's words poked into Yang Shunhui's heart like a knife: "you may never think that when you look down on yourself in your heart, your cultivation will never enter the country again. Because even you hate yourself, this disgust is hidden in the deepest part of your heart."

"Go to hell!"

Yang Shun will jump up high, hold his hands together in mid air and hit him hard.

This hit him with all his accomplishments, breaking the earth.

......

......

Fang Xie pushed up with one hand and held Yang Shunhui's seemingly mountain like blow.

"Anger?"

Fang Xie sneered and raised his other hand. His palm was open, and then he shook it fiercely.

With a puff, Yang Shunhui in the air seemed to be gripped by an invisible big hand, and his body became distorted. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He didn't know whether he was pinched by this or his previous anger hit his heart. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face became very bad. The pale Buddha was stripped of all his vitality in a moment.

Fang Xie's hand was thrown in the void. Yang Shunhui's body flew out like a shell and hit the wall of the old house hard. He directly hit a hole. He broke through the wall and got into the house, and then hit out of the wall on the other side of the house soon.

Broken bricks and stones fly.

Fang Xie didn't give Yang Shunhui any chance to breathe. Fighting with people over the years made Fang Xie deeply remember one thing. No matter whether the enemy you face is strong or weak, you can't leave room after you start shooting. Once you give the other party even the slightest breath, it may be yourself.

What kind of hard life is hidden behind such an experience?

Before Yang Shunhui could stand up with slag open, Fang Xie couldn't get over it. A side kick directly kicked Yang Shunhui in the face. It looked very heavy, but Fang Xie withdrew his internal strength and just shook Yang Shunhui out by relying on the strength of his muscles. But even so, ordinary people would have been kicked to pieces by the powerful blow of Fang Xie's flesh body.

Yang Shunhui's internal strength of body protection can't stop Fang Xie's real physical attack. When the cultivation reached the level of Yang Shunhui, the internal strength of the body protection was as strong as a rock. Even the ordinary strong bow and crossbow did him no harm. Ordinary weapons mean nothing to him.

Even the bed crossbow can't break his inner strength.

But this foot almost killed Yang Shunhui.

After his left face was kicked by Fang Xie's foot, his body quickly fell down in a shocking way. After his skull hit the ground hard, he didn't stop, but turned into an iron plow and plowed a deep ditch on the ground. This critical blow shocked all the soldiers who were watching.

His head crashed into the ground and slid out to one side. The deep groove left on the ground was ploughed out of his skull.

"I don't want to say anything on behalf of all the Han people who have been bullied and humiliated by foreigners to kill you."

Fang Xie went over and picked up Yang Shunhui with his ragged clothes, raised his head with one arm, and then smashed him on the ground.

Boom!

Yang Shunhui's body was directly embedded in the earth, and the stirred dust, smoke and broken soil flew around.

"I am not qualified to kill you instead of anyone, and their hatred for you should not be solved by me. I kill you only on behalf of myself."

Fang Xie grabbed Yang Shunhui's ankle and lifted him up again. Yang Shunhui's head down posture at this time is embarrassing and makes people feel tight. Such a big man who once dominated the world, such a big man who called the wind and rain in the place, was like a maggot at this time, which only made people sick.

Fang Xie threw Yang Shunhui out, then went to a soldier and reached out to take the small cloth bag that the soldier was carrying. This cloth bag is obviously made of very special materials, and the tentacles have a very heavy and thick feeling. Fang Xie took the small cloth bag to Yang Shunhui, opened it and poured out the contents.

There are bullets from Tu Shen Musketeers.

Bullets fell on Yang Shunhui one by one, just like crystal clear rain on people. However, this kind of bullet has a corrosive force that cannot be compared with rain. As soon as he touched Yang Shunhui's body, Yang Shunhui immediately cried out like a ghost, as if he was bearing the pain he couldn't feel.

The bullets, like red iron balls falling on the snow, drilled into Yang Shunhui's body at a speed visible to the naked eye. The power of a single bullet may not kill a practitioner of this level, but at least dozens of bullets fell on him, and the pain of corrosion can be imagined.

Soon, a bullet got into his flesh.

"Do you feel bad?"

Fang Xie said expressionless: "If you are allowed to continue to do evil in Dongjiang, more practitioners will be killed by such bullets. Perhaps many of them, like you, have their own wives and children. They fight to protect their wives and children, and you give in to yourself. Even such a way of death is unfair to them. They die like this, glory! You die like this, ugliness."

"I wanted to cut your chest and see what color your heart is."

Fang Xie shook his head. His voice was very light but his tone was very heavy. "Don't look at it now, because I'm sure it's black."

The bullet melted into Yang Shunhui's body and corroded his internal organs. Yang Shunhui's mouth was overflowing with black blood, and he was still steaming. It can be imagined how strange and terrible the pain in his body at this time. Yang Shunhui has never seen a practitioner shot and killed by such arrogance, because the practitioners who want to kill him in recent years are not one or two. Lehmann sent his butcher Musketeers to kill practitioners more than once in his house.

"After the victory of this war, I will build two statues in Muping city. One is standing, symbolizing the unyielding and strong of the Han people. The other is kneeling and facing the standing people... It's you."

Fang Xie stopped looking at him, as if one more look would affect his mood.

"You will never turn over, because both present and future generations will never forget what you have done and the pain you have inflicted on the people. Now you have come back to find you."