Reverend Insanity: Section 35: Call me
Fang Yuan's short-term advantage will not last.
He was panting between fists and feet. In contrast, the high bowl still has a long and deep breath, and there is a large gap between the physical strength of the two sides.
At the same time, when the high bowl activity started, his body became warmer and his punching speed became faster and faster. He has gradually wiped out the numbness and sluggishness brought by the cold, and began to truly show his strength for decades of hard training.
"Boy, you can't beat me. There are rules in the clan rules. In the school, you can't use moonlight. You are finished, today is destined to become my prisoner!" Takawana laughed, he He has rich combat experience and attempts to use words to attack Fang Yuan's fighting spirit.
"I am still a teenager now, my body has not yet grown up, and his quality is not as good as that of a slave." Fang Yuan's state of mind was like ice. How could his fighting spirit be shaken passively after five hundred years of hardening.
"Moonlight!" With a movement in his heart, he urged Zhenyuan and took a step back to distance himself from the high bowl.
Gao Bowl wanted to chase, and suddenly saw a layer of blue water shining on Fang Yuan's palm.
He suddenly sank and called out, "Boy, if you use tapeworms to fight in the school, you are against family rules!"
"What happened?" Fang Yuan sneered. He studied clan rules and was proficient in clan rules, never to obey them.
Immediately, the palm of the palm is facing the high bowl and everything is empty.
A squeak, a blue moon blade, only shot towards the face of Gao Bowl.
When Gao Wan bit his teeth, he raised his arms and folded them in front of his face, forming an arm shield. At the same time, he kept pace and rushed to Fang Yuan, intending to resist, and quickly decide.
The moon blade shot into his arm, and a sudden slap, flesh fluttered in the moonlight, and a very intense pain was transmitted to the nerves of the high bowl.
"Why is this happening ?!" He paused, feeling terrified to find that his two forearms had been cut horizontally into a deep mouth. Blood was flowing from the wound, and **** muscles could be seen from the side. Even the pale, broken arm bones were seen.
The high bowl immediately trembled: "It's impossible! One turn of the first-level moon blade can hurt my flesh at most. How can I cut my bones? This can only be done by one turn of the intermediate level! ! "
Of course, he doesn't know, although Fang Yuan is only a junior martial artist. However, because of the distilling of wine bugs, there is a real element of intermediate turn.
Yueguangyuan is urged by the mid-level true element to launch the moon blade, which is naturally more powerful than the first level.
"Not good, this kid is weird !!!" Tall Bowl caught off guard and was hit hard. His fighting spirit disappeared, and he wanted to retreat when he decided.
"Are you going?" Fang Yuan sneered and started chasing, Yueyue in hand.
"Help!" Gaowan yelled and fled all the way, his voice spread far away in the silent school.
"What's going on? Someone's calling for help!" The voice alarmed the nearby school guards.
"It was the slave who was left by Miss Mo Yan Mo Yan." The guard came and saw the scene of killing, and then stopped.
"This is just a domestic slave, you can't defend him!"
"Leave him, it is already a face for the Mo family."
"Be careful, to prevent his dog from jumping over the wall and hurting Fangyuan."
The nervous guards gathered around, but didn't take the shot, but watched.
This slave named Gao Bowl died when he died. It has nothing to do with them. But if Fang Yuan died or was injured, it was their responsibility.
Seeing this scene, Gao Wanxin's heart was completely cold, he shouted sternly: "We are all foreigners, you can't see the dead."
He's losing blood more and more slowly.
Fang Yuan rushed from behind, his voice was cold and cold, and sentenced Gao Bowl to death: "You can call it, it's useless to make it loud."
Speaking, the hand knife turned over, and two consecutive moon blades flew out.
Swipe twice, centering the neck of the high bowl.
The Gao Bowl just felt a cold heart, as if it felt like it had fallen into the abyss.
The next moment, he felt that his vision suddenly turned around. He even saw his feet, chest, back ... and the neck that was cut off.
He then ushered in total darkness.
The high bowl is dead.
Beheaded by Fang Yuan's two moon blades, his head flew out, and he ran down ten meters before falling down. The bright red blood on the neck surged like a fountain, staining the surrounding flowers and plants with blood red.
"Kills!"
"Fang Yuan killed!"
The guards couldn't help exclaiming softly. They witnessed the whole process with their own eyes, they trembled and felt a kind of fear and terror.
Fang Yuan is just a fifteen-year-old Wen Wei boy, but kills a strong adult with no expression. This is the power of Yanshi!
The battle is set.
Fang Yuan slowed down and slowly paced past.
His face was bland, as if he had just done a little thing like eating and drinking. This expression made the guards feel a chill.
The head of Gao Bowl lay on the ground, his eyes stared round, and he would not stare.
Fang Yuanmu was expressionless. He lifted one foot and kicked the skull.
The guards looked at the corners of their eyes.
Fang Yuan approached the body of the high bowl and found that the body was still trembling. Blood quickly flowed to the ground, forming a small pool of blood.
He looked at the wound on Gao Bowl, his face was a little somber. The wounds were deep enough to expose the secrets of his possession of intermediate real elements.
Once this secret is revealed, his wine bugs can be implicated soon. As soon as the wine bugs appeared, the senior members of the family would naturally associate the wine drinkers.
So, Fang Yuan must keep this secret.
"But there are too many people." Fang Yuan glanced at the nearby guards, and there were more than ten people. He now has less than 10% of Zhenyuan, it is impossible to kill them all.
Thinking for a while, Fang Yuan bent down, lifted the ankle of the high bowl, and dragged the body back.
"Fang Yuan, let us deal with it here." The guards resisted the chill in their hearts and came forward, Fang Yuan respectfully said.
In this respect, there is a clear fear.
Fang Yuan quietly glanced at the crowd, the guards subconsciously held their breath, and their heads lowered.
"Give me the knife." He reached out, quietly.
There is an unquestionable power in the imperative tone.
The guard closest to him involuntarily handed the knife out of his waist.
Fang Yuan took the knife and went on.
Leave more than ten guards, standing still, watching Fang Yuan's back.
The rising sun rises from Dongfang Shuo, and the first rays of dawn shine through the edge of the mountain and shine in the school.
Fifteen-year-old Fang Yuan has a juvenile skin and a pale complexion.
In the dawn, he walked intently.
His left hand is holding a bright knife.
His right hand is dragging a headless body.
He walked all the way, and the red blood stains dragged all the way to the black stone bricks.
The guards looked cyan in the back, and a chill made them stiff.
The morning sun shines on them, but they don't feel a trace of warmth and light.
Guru.
I don't know who it is, the throat knot rolls and swallows.
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