"How about it? Brother Fang looks at you and doesn't seem to want to give up your last dying struggle?" Xiao Yun finally spoke, playing with the moon-knitting knife in his hand, looking indifferent.

Fang Xing sat on the ground and took a few quick breaths. After slowly recovering a little strength in his body, he suddenly smiled faintly and said, "Since Brother Xiao has seen it, why ask more questions?"

Xiao Yun sighed in his heart and suddenly said, "You still don't give up?"

Fang Xing smiled disapprovingly and said, "I let Brother Xiao know today. Heroes always count in words and counting. If they do what they say, they are not heroes, and they are gentlemen!"

Xiao Yun smiled faintly and said, "Will you make excuses for yourself?"

Fang Xing smiled and said, "We have already arrived here. One excuse is also an excuse, and the same is true for both of them. Since we are in the first year of the Chinese New Year, we are not afraid of fifteen years of tolerance. The endurance I have been doing for this day for so many years, how can I give up!"

Xiao Yun shook his head and said, "People, if you have ambition, you will inevitably use any means and will not shed tears without seeing the coffin. Today, you can ignore faith and not pay attention to your promises for the sake of a great throne of the Fang family. In the future, you can abandon benevolence and righteousness in order to be the emperor, and the rest is just one ambition?"

"A man, a real man, shouldn't this be the case for great things?" Fang Xing glanced at Xiao Yun and said with a smile.

Xiao Yun was speechless. If a person could not get out of his inner demon, no matter how much he said, he would be unnecessary.

Just when Xiao Yun sighed sadly and knew that this battle was inevitable, Zhang Zishan strode over and glanced at Fang Xing lightly, and a trace of murderous aura slowly surged in his eyes.

"The eldest son, the winner is now decided. The eldest son is defeated by my brothers. Should he keep his promise?" Zhang Zishan said word by word.

"Noyan, I didn't take it seriously at all. I just competed with me. If I won, my promise would naturally come true. Now that I lost, I naturally don't have to keep it!" Xiao Yun said with a wry smile in his heart.

Fang Xing looked at Zhang Zishan and sneered, instead of answering directly, but turned his head and looked at Xiao Yun and said, "Mr. Zhang has found a good helper. If it weren't for Brother Xiao, with Lord Zhang's ability, do you think you can beat me?"

"Young master is civil and martial, and Zhang sighs that he is not as good as you. However, now that my brother has won this bet, please abide by the bet, lead your men and leave the Fang family's mansion!"

When Fang Xing heard this, he just sneered faintly, with a look of disdain on his lips. Attacking the Fang family mansion was his last chance and also his first step to achieve the king's hegemony. How could he retreat? In today's world, if you want to do big things, you cannot be a gentleman. If you want to be a gentleman, don't do big things as soon as possible. Since Fang Xing wants to do big things, how could he be a gentleman who abides by his faith?

Zhang Zishan showed disdain when he saw Fang Xing's face, but he was not angry. However, Yang Yong, Yang Hu and others heard Fang Xing's words, and everyone showed an unanimous look. Many people even started to whisper, while the White Lotus Sect kept scolding him back, and the atmosphere on the court became tense for a moment.

"So, the eldest son is not ready to abide by the bet? Tens of thousands of soldiers can see clearly today. If this matter is spread, I am afraid that it will not be very good for the eldest son's reputation? Please think twice? "Zhang Zishan's expression was calm, without any fear, staring at Fang Xing's faint words.

Xiao Yun looked at Zhang Ziliang secretly and said to himself: "I haven't seen you for a while, why does this guy look like a different person? Where did he get such great confidence? Could this guy have a trick?"

Fang Xing was silent for a long time, but just looked up at Zhang Zishan and said coldly: "I dare to ask Lord Zhang, what if I don't keep my promise?"

A moment of silence.

After a long time, Zhang Zishan turned around and walked towards the door of the Fang family mansion, suddenly facing the Fang family mansion, shouting loudly: "The soldiers inside dare to fight to the death!"

A silence!

"Isn't it because my brain is broken?" Xiao Yun looked at Zhang Zishan in surprise and muttered: "All five thousand soldiers of the Fang family have been dispatched, so what are there?"

Suddenly, a shocking sound came from the quiet Fang family mansion: "Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

The sound is like thunder!

"What, you still have someone? It turns out that there are people? Brother Chapter is so hidden!"

After the thunder sound, there was a sound in the Fang family's mansion, and the Fang family opened their own families. Xiao Yun looked at their own doors in surprise.

I saw a group of soldiers in black jumping out with agile body. Everyone was flexible and stood behind Zhang Zishan for a moment. Xiao Yun looked at it and found that there were as many as five hundred. Everyone was wearing cold clothes, with a scimitar on his waist, a mask on his face, a black scarf on his head, and only his eyes were exposed. He was wearing a long black cloak on his feet, and his horse boots were equipped with a dagger. Everyone carried a big bow on his back. Each of them carried eighteen arrows, and they were all equipped with a full moon scimitar. One glance made people feel chilled.

"I said, Brother Zhang, you're not that interesting enough. It turns out that you have a backup plan for a long time, which made me worry for most of the day?" Xiao Yun walked up and patted Zhang Zishan's shoulder and said.

Zhang Zishan put away his cold face just now, smiled at Xiao Yun, and said, "Didn't Brother Xiao say it just now? It's a second move. Since it's a second move, it's naturally not a last resort. Otherwise, how could it be easily taken out?"

Xiao Yun nodded and said, "That's right, right, who are they? I see that they are skilled and uniform in their movements, as if they have been rigorously trained? Who are they?"

Zhang Zishan said: "To be honest, they are all dead soldiers trained by our family. They should not be used easily unless they are absolutely necessary. If the eldest son had not kept the bet today, I would not have planned to use it?"

"Dead Soldier?" Xiao Yun was stunned for a moment, and then he felt relieved. Dead Soldiers refer to the brave warriors who are brave in death, most of whom are knights in the world. They work hard for the sake of glory, wealth or repay kindness, and they are willing or forced to sacrifice their lives for these purposes. They usually take poison before performing tasks, such as applying poison between their teeth, and if they fail, they will commit suicide and avoid being captured.

Except for a very small number of these dead men trained by nobles, most of them were temporarily sought out, and the training process was unclear. However, because most of these people became dead men voluntarily, they were similar to the usual bodyguards and guards training. Of course, they would be more severe and harsh than them, and their martial arts were much higher. Generally, there would be some in the royal palace and the palace, so it was not surprising that the Fang family had dead men.

Xiao Yun had never seen the power of the Dead Warriors. Seeing that there were only 500 people, he couldn't help but feel a little upset and asked, "Brother Zhang, can you do it? Five hundred people are fighting against ten thousand people. Do you think too much of these Dead Warriors?"

Zhang Zishan knew that he didn't understand these dead soldiers. These dead soldiers were selected by the Fang family after thousands of choices and secret training. They were all martial arts masters, enough to be one hundred? "

"It's not enough to block a hundred with just one person. Is there more than 10,000 people? Who are you going to fool with these few dead soldiers?" Xiao Yun was depressed when he heard about blocking a hundred.

Zhang Zishan laughed and said, "Brother Xiao doesn't know. I just described it. In fact, these dead soldiers are as fast as the wind and as strong as fire. Wherever they go, there is no grass left. They have strong bows and scimitars, good at riding and shooting, and they have never been defeated by one against a hundred. Is it more than enough to deal with ten thousand people?"

Xiao Yun was shocked and said, "Brother Zhang, you can't play with me anymore. Are these few dead soldiers so powerful? There are more than 10,000 people on the other side?"

Zhang Zishan knew that Xiao Yun had never seen him, and he was a little unbelievable. He smiled and said, "Brother Xiao has heard of Yan Yun's Eighteen Cavalry?"

"Yan Yun Eighteen Riders? What's the thing? Is it very powerful?" Xiao Yun said with a curious look on his face.

Zhang Zishan rolled his eyes and said, "Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry is a very terrifying killer force. Every time Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry appears, it will bring a tragic killing to the barbarians. According to legend, when foreign tribes invaded, Yanyun Eighteen killed thousands of foreign invaders at one time, making foreign invaders afraid to take another step for many years. Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry took the horn as a command and obeyed his master. When Chaha jointly attacked the Great Sui Dynasty, Luo Yi led Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry to ambush Chahahe and killed more than 3,000 people overnight. Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry chased him relentlessly, but more than 20,000 people were wiped out. From then on, the Liao tribe walked away from the Gobi Desert and never stepped a step into the border."

"Damn, 18 people are fighting against 20,000. You fool people. Is it so powerful?" Xiao Yun said in surprise.

Zhang Zishan smiled faintly and said nothing.

Xiao Yun looked at Zhang Zishan suspiciously, then looked at the five hundred dead soldiers behind him. Everyone was full of murderous aura, and he really had the tragic smell. He couldn't help but become suspicious: "Is it really that powerful?"

Zhang Zishan nodded vigorously and said, "It's so amazing!"

"Master Li!" After a breath adjustment, Fang Xing called Li Minghao, the master of the Bailian Sect in Zhejiang.

"Come!" Li Minghao bowed in front of him.

Fang Xing asked lightly: "Are everything ready?"

Li Minghao's expression changed a little. He glanced at the Fang family's deathman not far away, and his eyes showed a look of horror, and hesitated that he did not dare to say anything.

Fang Xing also glanced at the Dead Soldier, a trace of disdain flashed across his lips, and said coldly: "What? Is Master Li afraid of it?"

Li Haoming was stunned, then his face darkened, and he said, "The Lord of the Hall is joking. Since I followed the Lord of the Hall, I have already put my life and death aside. What else should I be afraid of? But, is there a dead soldier in the Fang family?"

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Chapter completed!