Chapter 3 You Are Nothing but This in Front of Me

The seventh day was the most depressing day since the establishment of the Fang Mansion. Although most people expressed disdain for the danger of the destruction of the mansion, when night fell, everyone in the Fang Mansion became nervous.

The night was like water, the cold wind was howling, and the once prosperous and bustling Nanqiu City fell into silence, with occasional barking of dogs.

Fang Wang sat on the eaves, touching a sword in his hand. This was the sword that Li Jiu had spent three days to buy. It could cut iron like mud and could be called a magic weapon.

His eyes fell on a figure on a distant eaves. It was his cousin, Fang Hanyu.

Fang Hanyu stood tall, holding the sword in both hands, with his head slightly lowered, as if he was taking a nap. The cold wind blew his long hair and clothes, and he had a chivalrous spirit of being able to reach the top of the world.

"Not bad, he has indeed reached the first-class level of the martial arts world, and he is not a beginner. He is really a martial arts genius." Fang Wang admired in his heart.

In the martial arts world, martial artists divide the realm from low to high into the unqualified, third-rate, second-rate, first-rate, top-level and legendary martial arts myth realms. There are no martial arts myths in the world. The top masters are all the guardians of the major sects and rarely travel around the world. The first-rate masters are enough to travel all over the world.

Fang Wang achieved the martial arts myth realm at the age of sixteen, which should have been a legend in the world, but he encountered the dimensionality reduction attack of the immortal world.

Facing the upcoming immortal cultivators, Fang Wang was not afraid or panicked, but had a passion brewing.

He has practiced martial arts for four years and has never killed an enemy. Even when he was sparring, he would challenge those masters with a mask on and stop when he got the point.

His martial arts skills and the perfect sword-controlling skills are his reliance, which gives him the confidence to challenge the lowest existence in the immortal world. What's more, there is Zhou Xue, a reborn person in Fang Mansion. In his opinion, Zhou Xue, who was reborn as an immortal, must have extraordinary means. After all, Zhou Xue knows the gap between immortal cultivators and mortals.

As the night deepened, frogs croaked in the courtyards. Teams of servants were patrolling everywhere, especially the streets around Fang Mansion. Even the officers and soldiers were alarmed and came to guard the night.

Zhou Xue sat in front of the stone table in the courtyard. She wiped the silver darts in her hands. Her face was cold. The moonlight was not as cold as her eyes. In the reflection of the weapon, her eyes were faintly surging with black evil spirit.

On the other side.

On the east wall of Nanqiu City, figures leaped up like eagles, and rushed into the city like wild geese across the blue waves.

The last figure landed on the wall, overlooking the vast Nanqiu City. His green clothes fluttered, his waist was broad and his shoulders were wide. His long hair was tied casually with cloth strips. He looked like he was in his early forties. The whisk in his hand made him look like a Taoist priest, but his eyes were as cold as a venomous snake.

"It is worthy of being one of the most prosperous cities in the south of Da Qi. It will surely revive the Soul Burning Banner."

The Taoist in green muttered to himself, his mouth corners raised, with a hint of ruthlessness in his tone. He then jumped up and disappeared into the vast night.

…

The lobby of Fang Mansion was brightly lit. The husbands and wives of the mansion were all in the hall. Sitting in the first seat was the owner of the mansion, Fang Meng.

Fang Meng, who was nearly seventy years old, had white hair and looked like a lion in his twilight years. He sat on a chair, supporting his crutches with both hands. His eyes were sharp and he looked at the night sky outside the door calmly.

"It's midnight, but there are still no bandits coming. It's really a rumor."

"I told you, how can we trust the words of two kids?"

"Isn't Fang Wang usually very smart? How could he believe such rumors? Fang Mansion is the Duke's Mansion. Anyone who dares to trespass will lose his head."

"Be quiet, what do you women know? It's not even dawn yet, so we can't let our guard down!"

"Father, I'm getting more and more uneasy."

The young men are all Fang Wang's uncles. Their faces are very solemn, but some ladies pretend to be relaxed to make the atmosphere less heavy.

The words of the fourth young man Fang Zhen moved the brothers, because Fang Zhen had served in the army and had crawled out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses. His perception of danger far exceeded that of others.

Fang Meng snorted, "I have been a soldier all my life. Now I have retired and handed over my military power, but I am not someone who can be provoked by anyone. Whoever dares to come will die, and this matter will not end!"

He was very angry. Looking at the world of Daqi, who dares to be so reckless to target the Duke's Mansion?

Who has this power?

Fang Meng had a guess in his mind, but he didn't say it out.

Suddenly!

"Ah——"

A scream came from the east. It was the cry of a maid, and the voice was full of fear.

Fang Wang's uncle Fang Shi immediately rushed out and disappeared from everyone's sight in a few steps.

The remaining four men in the Fang Mansion, Fang Zhe, Fang Jin, Fang Zhen, and Fang Yin, immediately walked to the outside of the gate and looked around. Although their wives were frightened, they did not panic. They just huddled together and trembled.

Fang Meng coughed a few times and slowly stood up with the help of his old wife.

Soon, screams, shouts, and the sound of swords clashing were heard from all over the Fang Mansion.

Fang Wang, who was on the roof, saw mysterious men in black rushing into the Fang Mansion from all directions. The number of enemies was more than he had imagined. He rushed towards the man in black who was the fastest.

At the same time, Fang Hanyu also moved, while Zhou Xue was still sitting in front of the stone table, waiting patiently.

Click!

A man in black climbed over the courtyard wall and landed on the ground. He held a knife in his right hand and wore a black cloth on his face, revealing only a pair of eyes. His eyes fell on the three maids in the courtyard. When the maids saw him, they screamed in fear and ran into the house.

The man in black rushed towards them without saying a word.

Swoosh——

A sound of breaking through the air came, cutting through the night sky, and the man in black stopped immediately. At the corner of the wall behind him, a stone fell on the wall, hitting a thumb-sized dent and then fell to the ground. Under the moonlight, the blood on the stone was black.

The man in black fell backwards, and his head hit the ground heavily. His eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes open. A bloody hole was pierced through his forehead, which was very creepy.

In his pupils, Fang Wang's figure flashed by.

Moving quickly on the courtyard wall, Fang Wang threw a stone from time to time. This was prepared by him in advance. Each stone could easily kill a man in black who was wreaking havoc in Fang's mansion.

Fang Wang changed direction from time to time. He would kill wherever there were men in black. No enemy could withstand his attack.

Fang Mansion occupied a vast area, like a city within a city. The men in black were scattered everywhere. Fang Wang could not kill them all in a short time. While walking, Fang Wang was also looking into the distance.

Zhou Xue said that in addition to the immortal cultivator, there were six top masters from the imperial city. You should know that Fang Mansion did not have any top masters. Even with the help of thousands of family servants and soldiers, it would be difficult to kill six top masters.

Fang Wang planned to deal with the six top masters first, and then deal with the immortal cultivator, so as to minimize the number of casualties in Fang Mansion.

Suddenly, Fang Wang saw a strong energy in one direction, and even the attic was blown down. He immediately turned around and rushed.

Clang!

The swords collided, and Fang Hanyu was knocked back. The toes of his feet left two long marks on the ground. He bent down suddenly, stuck the scabbard in his hand on the ground, and then half-knelt down, blood gushing out of his mouth.

He was defeated as soon as they fought!

Fang Hanyu's long hair was a little messy. He looked up with difficulty, his eyes full of horror, and gritted his teeth and spit out two words: "Top!"

Under the night, the cold wind was howling. The black-clothed man standing in front of Fang Hanyu was holding a fine iron long sword. Unlike other black-clothed men, he wore a bronze mask, revealing his eyes and nose.

The masked man looked down at Fang Hanyu indifferently and snorted: "To reach the first-class level at such a young age, the Fang family has produced a genius, but unfortunately, he will die here tonight."

He raised the long sword in his right hand, and a chill came out of the blade.

Fang Hanyu's face was full of reluctance. Before tonight, he had seen a top master, the head of their sect and a famous master in the martial arts world of Daqi. The head had taught him and made him know the gap between first-class masters and top masters.

His heart fell into despair. Although the Fang Mansion was a duke's mansion with a general, there were no top masters. No matter how strong his uncle Fang Shi was, he was only at the top level of the first-class.

"Who are you? Who is behind the scenes?"

Fang Hanyu asked in a deep voice. He stood up with difficulty, and his hand holding the sword was shaking.

Just after the fight, he had been injured by the opponent's true qi. Even so, he didn't want to retreat, because this was his home.

The masked man walked towards him, and the blade reflected the cold light and flickered beside the ruins.

"Why do you need to know the truth when you are dying? Everything in the world will have nothing to do with you."

The masked man said coldly. He tilted the long sword in his hand. The cold air on the blade was rising, like a mist, blurring his figure.

Fang Hanyu threw the scabbard aside, then raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, posed a sword, and prepared to fight to the death.

Even if he couldn't kill the other party, he had to find a way to injure him and buy more time for the Fang Mansion.

Just then.

The masked man suddenly stopped. Just as Fang Hanyu was hesitant and confused, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from behind him:

"That's right, but have you ever thought that the dying person is you?"

Fang Hanyu turned his head subconsciously, and his peripheral vision just caught a glimpse of a figure passing by him like a startled wild goose.

It was Fang Wang!

He rushed over quickly with the ultimate shadow step, with a residual shadow, blocking Fang Hanyu and the masked man.

Fang Wang, who was wearing a tight white robe, had grown up, tall and handsome, but his face was a little childish. The spirit between his eyebrows was not something that ordinary teenagers had.

The masked man's eyes fell on Fang Wang's right hand holding the scabbard. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Good footwork. You are so young, you are really a genius. Compared with you, the person behind you is nothing."

Fang Hanyu didn't think much when he heard this. He just stared at Fang Wang's back.

He naturally remembered this cousin, but he hadn't seen him for many years, and with the danger of extermination of the family imminent, he had never found a chance to reminisce with Fang Wang after returning.

"That footwork just now... He also practiced martial arts?"

Fang Hanyu thought in surprise. After returning, he had also asked his father about Fang Wang's experience. This younger brother had been staying in the Fang Mansion. Where did he learn such a brilliant footwork?

Fang Wang stared at the masked man and suddenly drew out the sword in his hand. As soon as the sword light came out of the sheath, the masked man's pupils suddenly dilated.

In his pupils, a sword was growing bigger, and he subconsciously raised the knife.

Poof——

Blood splashed, and Fang Wang appeared behind the masked man, holding the sword in his right hand and pointing at the moon. He raised his chin slightly, without turning his head, and said softly: "You are nothing in front of me."