The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 149 Father and Son
In a fight between martial arts masters, the one who survives may not necessarily be the one with better martial arts skills. An Ziyang understood this truth a long time ago.

Thirteen years ago, An Ziyang killed a second-rate master for the first time. He was only thirteen years old at that time.

Now, An Ziyang is already 26 years old, and he has consumed countless natural resources that ordinary people in the world would not even dare to think about, just to reach the second-rate level. His talent is really not good.

However, as long as he is prepared, killing two or three top masters will not be a problem.

However, his methods have their limits after all.

Firearms had already appeared in their early form in the Southern Song Dynasty. Today, they are no longer rare. The three-barreled gun has long been in service in the army, and the linked guns that have appeared in recent years can fire more than a dozen bullets in a row. An Ziyang's "An's Swordsmanship" is not only unexpected, but more importantly, the fire and loud noise when the gunpowder explodes. In terms of power alone, it is actually inferior to hidden weapons.

The Ming Cult master's pupils suddenly shrank.

He had seen both fire guns and bird guns, and he reacted instantly.

In a split second, he only had time to turn his head slightly.

This saved his life.

He only felt the bullet passing through his neck, first a cool sensation, then a hot sensation.

He suddenly raised his hand to cover his neck and tapped it several times, but the blood still continued to flow out.

The bullet pierced his neck and severed his blood vessels, but he avoided his trachea and arteries.

He can't die for the time being.

Then the one who will die will be An Ziyang.

He suddenly looked up at An Ziyang, and his cold murderous eyes made An Ziyang shiver.

When it comes to cheating people, An Ziyang is his ancestor. But when it comes to killing people, An Ziyang is not even worthy of carrying his shoes.

coming.

He covered the wound with his left hand, roughly stopping the bleeding. He raised the sword with his right hand and slashed at An Ziyang with a diagonal blow.

"There are too many people..." An Ziyang sighed.

For a second-rate person like him, it was already amazing that he could kill so many masters of the Ming Cult. But his methods were almost exhausted.

An Ziyang blocked with his sword and the two swords collided.

Clang clang——

The Ming Cult master sneered, drew a circle with his sword, and then exerted force suddenly.

Zheng! ——

With a sound of sword ringing, the long sword in An Ziyang's hand was knocked away and stuck into the wall with a whoosh.

An Ziyang was trapped in a corner without any weapon. He had nowhere to retreat or block any attack.

"It's a gamble of life!"

An Ziyang suddenly raised his hand, put his fingers together and turned his wrist.

Zheng!
Several arrows shot out from his sleeves and flew towards the face of the Ming Cult master.

This was not over yet. An Ziyang reached behind his back with his right hand, pulled out a piece of wire, and then quickly lowered his head and leaned forward.

Whoosh whoosh!
Several arrows were shot out from the back of his collar, and the last one to be shot was the first to arrive, reaching the chest of the Mingjiao master in an instant.

"Humph!"

The Ming Cult master sneered, raised his sword and used the "Night Battle in All Directions" move, dancing around his body.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Sparks flew and hidden weapons were swept to the ground.

And! An Ziyang put his feet together and tapped his heels, then suddenly stepped on the ground! Several darts shot out from his crotch, heading towards the lower three routes of the Mingjiao master from bottom to top.

"Tsk!"

The Mingjiao master's brows were already furrowed at this time: "Is this brat done yet? Does he have any hidden weapons on him?!"

Under normal circumstances, he would not take these unchanging hidden weapons seriously and would just dodge them with his footwork.

But at the moment, firstly, with An Ziyang's temperament, these hidden weapons must have been tempered with poison worth hundreds of taels of silver. If one of them was missed or scratched, he would have to confess. Secondly, he did not dare to leave An Ziyang's side. If he did not press on step by step, but instead dodged and distanced himself, who knew whether An Ziyang would take out another bag of Tang Sect Poison Pills and throw them on the ground.

However, this was the last one.

He blocked while moving closer to An Ziyang, almost getting within three feet.

At this distance, no matter how An Ziyang struggles, he cannot escape death!
An Ziyang kept retreating, already close to the wall. His face was pale, and he kept activating the mechanisms on his body, but it was unable to stop him from getting closer and closer.

It's now!

He thrust his sword straight at An Ziyang's face!
"Come die!"

An Ziyang seemed to grit his teeth, and suddenly leaned down and rushed towards him!
His sword was pointed upwards, but An Ziyang ducked to avoid it. The thief's advanced lightness skills made An Ziyang almost fall into his arms in an instant.

It was difficult for him to draw his sword in this position.

However, if An Ziyang thought that he only knew how to use a sword, he would be too naive!
A dying struggle! Or rather, it was just what he wanted! He suddenly let go, the long sword fell, and then pulled back with his right hand, just in time to grab An Ziyang's shoulder!

Sizzle! —

There was a sound of cloth tearing, and blood splattered!
He tore off the flesh and blood from An Ziyang's shoulders, and the white bones could be seen among the flesh and blood!
"Well!"

An Ziyang groaned, pulled out a soft sword from his belt, and stabbed him.

"ridiculous!"

He showed disdain on his face, his right hand flew in the air, and after a dazzled moment, he had already pinched An Ziyang's pulse.

Clang clang——

The soft sword fell to the ground.

Click!

An Ziyang's right arm was bent and twisted into a bloody mess.

"come over!"

He roared, and with a strong pull, he threw An Ziyang in a circle, with his back facing him. Then he pulled An Ziyang into his arms, with his right arm raised up, grabbing An Ziyang's neck.

The outcome has been decided.

As long as he wanted, he could kill An Ziyang at any time.

Under normal circumstances, he would not have stopped for a moment. But after all the trouble he had just gone through, all his fellow disciples had died, he himself was injured, and he had been held back for a long time, in addition to An Ziyang's arrogant attitude.

He just wanted to say something before An Ziyang died.

Just one sentence, just a breath or two.

"you--"

"Head!"

He had just said a word when An Ziyang in his arms suddenly tilted his head and shouted at the same time.

Bang! ! !
A loud noise suddenly sounded from behind the two of them, almost overlapping with their voices.

slam-la-

Red and white things splattered.

A cavity fell down softly.

An Ziyang also fell to the ground limply, kneeling on the ground. His right arm was disabled, and only his left arm was supporting the ground, gasping for breath.

Then someone said anxiously, "Son!"

"Are you okay!"

An Ziyang swallowed and said in a dry voice.

"It's okay! I was just bitten by the dog a few times."

An Wenjie walked over quickly, threw a flintlock rifle on the ground, walked forward and hugged An Ziyang, tears in his eyes.

The father and son were in tune with each other. When An Ziyang entered the secret room, they looked at each other. An Ziyang understood instantly that An Wenjie was pretending to be unconscious, and he still had the strength to move.

After An Ziyang released the poisonous fog for the first time, the first thing he did was to run to An Wenjie's cage and throw in a dagger and this flintlock rifle.

An Wenjie was also able to endure. Seeing An Ziyang getting injured one after another, he actually endured until the very last moment, and only took action when the Ming Cult masters had no way to avoid him.

An Wenjie had also been tortured for many days, and he ran over in a hurry. He couldn't hold on any longer, so he suddenly sat down on the ground, and then simply lay on the ground. An Ziyang also lay back, and the two father and son lay crookedly among a pile of corpses, looking at the roof of the secret room.

"Oh, what a bullshit Ming Cult! You will still die in front of us father and son!"

An Wenjie said.

"It's a pity that all my good stuff, all the savings I've accumulated over the years, are gone in an instant."

An Ziyang said.

"It's good to be alive. With us father and son here, we can earn back everything."

"Yeah, it's good to be alive."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Hahaha!"

The two of them just laughed, their laughter was ugly and rampant, and they laughed until tears came out.

When Li Miao walked into the secret room, what he saw was these two fools, lying among a pile of corpses and grinning foolishly.

(End of this chapter)