Zhang Qingxiu seemed to be a nurse. She had urgently provided first aid to stop the bleeding of her father. With Zhang Bufan's superpower, she quickly controlled her father's injury.
Zhou Lanying quickly called the police and contacted emergency services!
And at this time.
Zhao Wu had lost all of his previous arrogance. His whole body was already stained with blood. He was panting and could hardly even stand still.
He was holding a broken blade in one hand, and the weapon in the other hand was already covered with scars and looked like it would break into pieces at any moment.
Blood was dripping all over his body... almost turning him into a bloody man.
At this time, Zhao Wu struggled to even open his eyes. He barely opened his one eye that was still clear, looked at Fang Zheng... and said feebly: "You beat me for more than half an hour, is that enough?"
"Well, that's almost it. I just used you to test the sword. Now the goal has been achieved."
Fang Zheng waved.
The chalk flying sword returned to his hand. The delicate flying sword exuded a desolate and ferocious aura!
But in his own hands, this flying sword was so clever... Who could have imagined that it had just forced a martial arts student into a desperate situation.
If he hadn't been merciful, Zhao Wu would have died more than eight times.
Zhao Wu could no longer stand and fell to his knees with a thud, both powerless and begging for mercy.
He knew in his heart that the enemy he encountered this time was too powerful for him to match!
He begged: "I have been training with you for such a long time, can you spare my life?"
"It's too late to beg for mercy now."
Fang Zheng said: "Look at your companions!"
Zhao Wu turned around and saw Sun Kang lying on the ground... his pupils couldn't help but shrink suddenly.
At this time, the body that had been dead for less than an hour actually seemed to have been dead for several years. Even the decay was gone and most of the bones had melted away.
Shock and fear flashed in his eyes... He quickly looked down at himself.
I saw that the scars scratched by the flying sword had also begun to decay.
No, it's not decay.
Instead, the injury is worsening, extremely deteriorating, as if it is decaying.
During the battle before... I didn't realize it at all!
Fang Zheng said word by word: "You are already dead."
Zhao Wu made a whooshing sound in his mouth, and the look of fear in his eyes became even heavier.
He seemed to want to say something else... but the chalk flying sword split Fang Zheng's consciousness and kept it in his origin. It also contained Fang Zheng's extremely lethal origin essence.
By now, the internal organs are almost completely reduced to coke.
The reason why he is still alive is just because the martial artist's vitality is too strong, that's all!
But it's only one step away from death...
But now with Fang Zheng's reminder.
The frightened look in his eyes gradually became dull.
He fell to the ground with a thud and stopped moving.
And his body gradually dissolved, as if it was being burned under high temperatures without any smoke.
in a blink.
The body disappeared.
Fang Zheng put away his flying sword and breathed a sigh of relief...
He is now at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and his true energy has reached a certain level.
Because of this, it was so easy to control the flying sword, but after fighting continuously for more than half an hour, it was somewhat difficult at this moment.
Fortunately, the spiritual energy in this dimension is extremely rich.
In a few breaths... Fang Zheng's body had recovered most of its true energy.
He couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.
Not just because the power of the chalk flying sword exceeded his imagination, he did not expect that the body quenching liquid would have such a great effect on him.
You know, if it were the past...
It will take him at least dozens of breaths to recover, and as his cultivation level increases, this time will be relatively longer.
And in battle...who would give him dozens of breaths?
Now that his cultivation level has greatly increased, he can regain his true energy in just a few breaths.
Obviously, the body quenching fluid improved his physique, turning him from a real pickled monk into a pickled genius monk.
What a double surprise.
In this way, under the continuous replenishment of spiritual energy. I'm afraid that even ancient magics that consume a lot of real energy, such as Palm Thunder and Qingling Fire Technique, are not much different from those real energy-saving spells released in this plane.
He put away the chalk flying sword and thought to himself, if I am in this plane where the spiritual energy is revived in the future, my combat ability will really skyrocket, and I will no longer have to worry about it not being able to last.
And in this way, you can also look for some ancient spells that are more powerful and consume more real energy to strengthen yourself!
I'm exhausted.
Thinking about it, he smiled happily...
The sense of crisis in my heart before was mostly gone by now.
That's all if the hidden nail can't come out. If he dares to come out, I will definitely teach him how to behave.
At this time, outside the house, the sound of the ambulance finally rang.
Accompanied by several loud bang bang bang sounds.
The elite officers of the Armed Police Department had broken down the door and rushed in with firearms in hand.
The dozens of police officers who came were all warriors.
With strong skills and a capable expression, he holds a powerful firearm in his hand... If an ordinary martial artist suddenly faced such an attack, it would be difficult to survive the shooting!
But Fang Zheng didn't pay much attention, and no one could hit him.
But when he saw Fang Zheng, a person who had nothing to do with the master's family... the gun was immediately pointed at him!
Zhang Bufan rushed forward in a hurry, blocked in front of Fang Zheng, and shouted: "It's over. The murderer has been brought to justice. He is the benefactor who saved our family!"
Outside the house, a middle-aged man who looked about forty or fifty years old and had an upright expression strode over. He looked at Zhang Bufan and said happily: "Bufan, you're fine. Where's Feiyu?"
Zhang Bufan recognized this man as Zhao Zhengwei, the director of the Armed Police Department. He had a close relationship with his father. He replied: "Uncle Zhao, my father is injured!"
"Let me see!"
Hearing this, Zhao Zhengwei had a worried look on his face. He quickly went to check Zhang Bufan's father's injuries. After confirming that he was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "It's just a skin injury and excessive blood loss. Don't worry, hurry up and get help." Vehicle crews, rescue the injured!"
Several ambulance personnel in white coats rushed in quickly, lifted Zhang Feiyu, who was lying on the ground, onto a stretcher, and then dragged him into the ambulance.
"Qingxiu, you follow your father, your brother and I will go over after we finish dealing with this!"
Zhou Lanying had recovered from the previous fright at this time. Although she still seemed a bit embarrassed, she had regained her previous ability.
She sorted out her embarrassing description, and then told her daughter to take care of her husband.
Then he received Zhao Zhengwei and took notes with the people from the Armed Police Department!
When dealing with these trivial matters, the performance is quite capable.
Because of Founder’s existence.
These police officers failed to catch up to the main event, but ran over to finish off Fang Zheng.
As for Fang Zheng, they ignored him... This man was obviously not a villain, and the Armed Police Superintendent and the Warriors Association managed ordinary people and warriors respectively.
This Fang Zheng is obviously a warrior and should be under the control of the people from the Alien Martial Arts Association.
Sure enough, it didn't take long.
A pretty girl has already led several subordinates to rush over quickly.
Just noticing Fang Zheng, she couldn't help but be startled, with a look of astonishment on her face.
Fang Zheng touched his face... Well, now I still wear Fan Zheng's trumpet.
Could it be that... Liusu showed them my photo?
Or is it Zhao Ange who has met him before?
No matter which...
She obviously recognized me, not as Fang Zheng, but as Fan Zheng.
Fang Zheng didn't say much. After refining the chalk flying sword, he was no longer Wu Xia Amon. Although he had not yet broken through to the foundation building stage, the power of the flying sword made up for his shortcomings.
There is no doubt that with the chalk flying sword, he can challenge those foundation-building monks who have no special abilities!
With the improvement of strength, the mentality has naturally become much calmer... At the very least, it is no longer necessary to run away from Tassel even if it is a trumpet like before.
There was a hint of gossip in Zhou Xiaoyu's eyes. She knew that some time ago, President Zhao mysteriously held a photo and said he was the captain's boyfriend or something...
Although she didn't take it seriously at the time, she didn't expect to see me here.
But she had serious business at the moment, so she ignored Fang Zheng.
Instead, he asked Zhang Bufan seriously what was going on. All the details of this attack must be recorded... It is within the scope of the Warriors Association's capabilities for martial artists to attack ordinary people. In fact, the Warriors Association has an unshirkable responsibility. Responsibility!
The Warriors Association is generally considered to be a pure warriors association. On the contrary, it is a strange martial arts association!
But in fact, the Warriors Association is just a general name, and it is divided into the Zhengwu Association and the Foreign Martial Arts Association!
No matter where they are, one of the two major associations is strong and the other is weak... In Jielin City, Zhao Ange, the branch president of the Foreign Martial Arts Association, is a foreign martial artist, and the city guard general Lei Jiuxiao is also a foreign martial artist. This naturally represents the different martial arts. The martial arts association is even stronger in this area!
Therefore, the responsibility of managing warriors naturally falls into the hands of the Foreign Martial Arts Association.
Fang Zheng was not in a hurry and waited calmly for Zhang Bufan to handle the matter...
The matter is not over yet!
