Hearing the unfamiliar name of Huashan Linghu Chong, Yun Niang couldn't help but take half a step back.

"Why haven't I heard of you?" Yun Niang asked.

However, the other party revealed that Che Ma was from Huashan, which was enough of a headache for Yun Niang.

And he also knew that his trip was just for Shang Jiuge.

If coupled with the premise that Shang Jiuge had been blown to pieces by his own Sky-Thunder, it can be said that this battle is inevitable.

"There are so many people in Huashan, how is it possible that you have heard of every one of them?" Fang Bie looked at Yun Niang and said with a smile, "I heard that hive assassins are dispatched in groups. Where is your bee sting?"

"Could it be another beewing that dropped its sting and ran away?"

Yun Niang took another half step back.

"Why do you care so much?"

"The road is facing the sky. Everyone goes to one side. Why do you want to embarrass me?"

Saying this, Yun Niang had already pinched the thunder in her palm with her fingers and shouted: "Go to hell!"

At the same time as the sound came out, she had already thrown all four palm mines in her hand towards the other side, and turned around to run away behind her. This palm mine is completely black, made of thin iron sheets and gunpowder, and is no bigger than a quail egg.

Generally, once it is hit hard, it will explode, and those scattered iron pieces are the sharpest hidden weapons.

These palm thunders are Yun Niang's trump card. If you are facing the enemy head-on, unless you have mastered the external skills to the extreme, like the Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill, who is the top external skill master who can withstand the sharp shrapnel coming from all directions.

After all, there is a saying that is often said in the world of martial arts: no matter how high the master is, he is still a mortal body, and if you cut off your head, you will not be able to get it back.

Of course, species such as Hei Wu, whose necks are slashed with knives instead of being cut, are not included in this list.

Not only do real men never look back at the explosion, but Yun Niang herself never does either.

What catches your eyes?

If you have seen too many explosions, it is the trend to turn around and leave while taking advantage of the air wave caused by the explosion.

So Yun Niang only heard four explosions one after another behind her.

It’s done! Yun Niang said with great joy.

But someone suddenly tapped her on the shoulder: "Why are more and more people playing with gunpowder now?"

"Haven't you been taught how dangerous gunpowder is?"

Yun Niang felt a chill in her heart.

How is it possible? How could he be so fast? And those palm thunders have obviously exploded.

How could he come here unscathed?

All these thoughts flashed through Yun Niang's mind, and then solidified instantly.

She felt like a line of ice penetrated her heart, and she felt warm blood flowing out of her body.

She staggered forward two steps, and the person behind her did not directly pull out the long sword from her body, but skillfully twisted it in her heart.

Fang Bie has no interest in listening to people's last words.

Besides, the person in front of me is still a gunpowder player. These bomb players have a dark heart. No one knows whether they have the heart of a Patrick Star.

The young man twisted the hilt of the sword and shattered Yun Niang's heart from behind. This was a move that could instantly cut off all life. After all, the severe pain caused by the shattered heart and the cessation of blood pulsation at that moment represented cardiac death.

If the blood in the whole body stops flowing, death is inevitable no matter what.

Unless there is an external pacemaker in this world that can replace the heart for pulse blood supply, this is also a necessary equipment for heart transplant surgery.

But obviously, there is no such thing in this world.

Before she sheathed her sword, Yun Niang fell straight up on the ridge of the roof. The bright red blood flowed out from under her body and then accumulated into a pool. Some of it was absorbed by the clothes on her body, but more of it was still dripping on the green tiles on the roof.

up, and then flows down like rain.

Fang Bie sighed, and went over to lift a tile to block the passage of blood flowing downward: "If a child sees blood dripping from the eaves of his house, it will really be a nightmare."

The young man said this, and then turned around, already wearing his own special body-touching gloves on his hands.

If Yun Niang didn't have any ill intentions in advance and just thought of throwing the thunder to escape, maybe it wouldn't be so miserable.

But now that she has taken action, it is just like what Shang Jiuge often said.

When you kill someone, you should also be aware of being killed by others.

I feel more at ease when I don't kill her.

Don't touch the corpse and don't care about the gender. In short, from Yun Niang's completely unconscious body, he took out bottles and jars, silver secrets, and more similar to the palm thunder and thunder that Yun Niang used before.

Firearms like thunder.

Therefore, Yun Niang is not very good in martial arts, but she is able to rank as a Silver Bee assassin in the hive. Her firearms and the poison of the Hundred Poison Medicine Master are really an excellent combination.

However, this kind of combination is not like Fang Bie and Lin Xue, who are assassins trained by Beehive since childhood, but a franchising force that brings talents to defect. After all, there are only a few good players in the world. If someone is willing to defect, there is no reason not to accept them.

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"Actually, Yun Niang's firearms are really good." Fang Bie briefly inspected the firearms she made and couldn't help but comment.

Before there was systematic research on gunpowder, China's firearms were all passed down from small workshops by word of mouth, from father to son, and were all based on experience and skills, and all were secrets that were not passed down.

But actually, to put it bluntly, that's it.

After all, gunpowder is such a dangerous thing. If you make a mistake, it will cause a big explosion. Therefore, most firearms workshops will choose to stick to the rules and remain unchanged. Art is like a big star. It is simple to say, but a real big star can only happen once.

In most worlds, there is no dragon to help you resurrect, so you can always send big stars down.

Therefore, for a long time, Fang Bie has been somewhat dismissive of firearms in this world.

But seeing Yun Niang's firearms today, he couldn't help but become a little more interested.

The young man searched Yun Niang's body carefully under the moonlight, with an expressionless face and a calm heart. After confirming that there was nothing valuable on Yun Niang's body, he stood up and used Yun Niang's clothes.

Wipe the long sword in your hand carefully.

The sword in his hand is not a magic weapon, but the most common fine steel sword. It is enough to kill people, but it is too difficult to kill people without seeing blood.

Fang Bie doesn't have any habit of blowing blood after killing someone. After all, it's a bit perverted for ordinary people to do such a high-level thing.

When the long sword in his hand was wiped clean, Fang Bian took out the small green bottle from his waist, squatted down, and slowly poured the powder in from the sword wound on Yun Niang's back without missing a beat.

Curls of green smoke rose under the moon, carrying a pungent and unpleasant smell.

Don't stand up and look back into the distance.

I saw that the entire Luo City was shrouded in the bright moon at this time, and at the highest drum tower, a woman was standing there quietly.

Fang Bi smiled.

"Just keep watching there."

Don't say this quietly.
Chapter completed!