" Tomb Guardian General?!"
Upon hearing Zhe Gushao's words, the expressions of the Mountain-Lifting Strongmen changed drastically, and they were about to climb down.
Anyone who could make it this far was a veteran who had been in the industry for more than five years. They all knew what the Mausoleum Guardian General was.
To put it bluntly, the tomb guards were tomb guards with unrotting bodies. Most of them were willing to follow their masters and guard their tombs. There were also some who died young and were later dug out and buried.
Those tomb guards were all fierce generals who could fight against a hundred people, without exception. Otherwise, they would not have been arranged by the tomb owner to be gatekeepers.
Kacha... Creak...
Just as everyone returned to the bottom of the cliff, the sound of bones cracking and metal rubbing could be heard.
The Mausoleum Guardian General jumped out of the cave behind the vine and onto the rock wall on the other side. He pulled out the spear that he had used to attack Zhegu Whistle.
Then, he landed at the bottom of the cliff with the spear in his hand and shifted his gaze to Fang Yun and the others.
At this moment, everyone finally saw the Mausoleum Guardian General's appearance.
The Tomb Guardian General was tall and sturdy, more than two meters tall. His limbs were covered in fine iron armor, and his exposed skin was as dry as soil. His eyes were black, and his face was extremely ferocious.
A thick killing intent and Yin Qi spread out from the Tomb Guardian General's body.
Before anyone could react, the Tomb Guardian General pounced on them and thrust his spear forward.
"Retreat!"
Seeing this, Fang Yun shouted coldly, took out his M500, and aimed it at the Tomb Guardian General's head.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After the clip was emptied, five small holes appeared on the Tomb Guardian General's head.
The Mausoleum Guardian General's old flesh was as hard as iron, and he felt no pain after death. There was no reaction even though there was a hole in his head, and his sprinting movements did not slow down.
Immediately, a bold Mountain-Lifting Strongman who did not retreat was pierced through the stomach by the Mausoleum Guardian General.
Seeing the dead, the rest of the Mountain-Lifting Strongmen finally reacted. They retreated behind Fang Yun, Zhe Gushao, and Chen Yulou, took off the ink net on their bodies, and began to assemble.
In the next moment, the Tomb Guardian General roared again and charged at Fang Yun, who was standing at the front of the crowd, waving the spear in his hand.
"Just in time!"
Seeing this, Fang Yun snorted coldly and directly went up to meet him.
Stalwart Star Kick, specialized in countering old corpses like rice dumplings. He originally wanted to use it when dealing with the Corpse King, but now it was just a warm-up.
Fang Yun turned a blind eye to the Tomb Guarding General's spear, and his footsteps even sped up.
When the long spear approached Fang Yun, he suddenly crouched slightly to the side. While avoiding the long spear, he punched the Tomb Guarding General's throat from above.
Kacha... Kacha...
The clear sound of bones cracking suddenly rang out. Zhe Gu Shao, Chen Yulou, and the others could even see that the Tomb Guardian General's throat had collapsed from Fang Yun's blow. His entire head drooped down slightly.
Just as the grave-guarding general's body stopped moving, Fang Yun's body twisted and he appeared behind the grave-guarding general in a flash like a wisp of smoke.
He stretched out his arms and passed through the general's armpits. He crossed his hands on the general's chest and locked his arms. He kicked the general's leg with his left foot, forcing him to kneel on the ground.
In the next moment.
He raised his right knee and pressed it against the back of the Tomb Guardian General's spine.
He tightened his grip on the Mausoleum Guard General with both arms and exerted force forward and backward, while his right knee exerted force forward and forward. The two huge forces acted on the Mausoleum Guard General's body at the same time.
Pa... Kacha...
With a dull thud and the sound of bones cracking, the Mausoleum Guardian General's hands that were holding onto Fang Yun's arms quickly lost their strength and fell straight down.
Bang!
Fang Yun pushed the Tomb Guardian General, and the latter collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud.
With his back broken, the Mausoleum Guardian General could only move his head. He could only lie on the ground and roar.
"Roar…Roar…"
"Big Star Kick…What a wonderful technique."
Fang Yun sighed in his heart. He placed more importance on the Big Star Kick.
Whether it was the old dumpling or the bloody dumpling, the weakest part of their bodies was their backs.
In the past, even though he knew this, he had no way to do it.
Now, with the strength and kicking techniques of the Big Star Kick, as long as the body was strong enough, no matter how strong the rice dumpling was, it could directly break its back.
Of course, the Qilin bloodline had contributed greatly to his ability to deal with the Tomb Guardian General so easily.
If he didn't have the Qilin bloodline, he wouldn't have dared to face it head-on with such confidence even if he knew the Star Kick.
After all…If the attack failed, he would be caught by the dumpling head-on.
"Dead…Is the Corpse King dead?"
"Your head is still moving, but why isn't your body moving?”
"This is the Pingshan Corpse King?"
"Gold-looting Lieutenant, you're really amazing!”
Seeing this scene, the men who had just prepared their equipment widened their eyes and exclaimed.
It hasn't even been half a minute, right?
They had just finished setting up the corpse picking rod and the ink fountain net when Fang Yun finished off this Bottle Mountain Corpse King.
In the future, the rumors of the martial world could no longer be believed. What gold-looting officers formed teams and only knew feng shui…That was all nonsense.
This Master Fang in front of him had the ability to move mountains.
Giant Strike!
Even the gold digging magnate of the late Qing Dynasty, Third Master Zhang, was not so good…
When Chen Yulou, Zhe Gushao, and the other two walked to Fang Yun's side, these Mountain-Lifting Strongmen also gathered their courage and surrounded him.
"Master Fang, is this the Corpse King?"
An older mountain strongman had just asked when he was scolded by an old veteran beside him.
"Erlan, are you f * cking stupid? I already said Tomb Guardian General, Corpse King your head?”
Hearing this, Fang Yun couldn't help but laugh. He explained,
"Tomb Guardians are the tomb guards, the tomb generals who guard the tomb for the tomb owner.”
"As for the Corpse King, it is actually a rumor. In the eyes of laymen, as long as the body does not rot and wears noble clothes, it is a Corpse King.”
"In this Bottle Mountain, the only one who is qualified to be called the Corpse King is the Yuan Dynasty general. He is still lying in his coffin.”
"Alright, just burn this Mausoleum Guardian General and don't get close to his head.”
After hearing Fang Yun's words, the group of Mountain-Unloading Strongmen hurriedly nodded and dragged the mausoleum guarding general to the side with the corpse picking rod, starting a fire.
"Brother Fang!"
At this moment, Zhe Gushao walked up to Fang Yun with a serious expression and asked,"
"The secret technique Brother Fang used earlier, was it the Stalwart Star Kick?”
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