After excluding the slaves, there were about seventy or eighty people in this caravan. If the other party had a fight with Fang Long, Fang Long could easily kill them all with his soul gun.

However, the other party will definitely not fight Fang Long. If the casualties are too large, these people will definitely flee. In this way, it will become difficult for Fang Long to kill all the caravan members.

And once someone escapes, they might be able to guess the attack method of Fang Long's soul gun. And if any of them know about the 200,000 reward in the underground world, there is no reason why they would not accept the reward...

Although the chance is low, Qianlong doesn't want to take risks without absolute strength.

"In other words, once you use the soul gun, you must ensure that the opponent does not escape. Or do not let the opponent associate the attack method of using the 'soul gun' with the attack method of the assassin on the bounty." Fang Long raised the corner of his mouth,

This camp is full of first- or second-level professionals, not even third-level silver-level professionals.

Then find a way to create an opportunity that can annihilate the opponent in one fell swoop without escaping even a single survivor!

So although it's a little difficult, it can be done.

At this time, the bearded man had successfully changed his face and came back with a smile.

"Haha, little brother, you have been waiting for a long time. The food will be here soon." The bearded man opened the tent and walked in with a bold smile.

He was still thinking about how to stabilize this young man, and even imagined in his mind how he would turn this young man into a slave, and then train him day and night. Finally, he would send him to Mrs. Basso, and then his

Your career is booming and your career is just around the corner!

Thinking of this, he was drooling.

However, when he entered the tent, he saw the young man staring at him with a strange smile.

"Little brother, what's wrong?" The bearded man asked doubtfully.

"Mrs. Basso, are you beautiful?" Fang Long suddenly asked.

The bearded man was suddenly startled. Fang Long's words were like a wave of cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. The chill suddenly surged throughout his body, and the bearded man felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar!

How does the young man in front of him know Mrs. Basso? Why does he ask this?

In an instant, the bearded man was thinking about many things in his mind, and his whole brain seemed to be on the verge of crashing.

At the moment when the bearded man was stunned, Fang Long stepped on his feet and launched his explosive walking step instantly.

The bearded man felt the scenery in front of him move, but the young man disappeared out of thin air before his eyes.

No, I kicked the iron plate! The bearded man was immediately shocked. He originally thought that this boy was thin and weak, but his body was not strong, and his body had no magic power fluctuations, so he thought he was an ordinary boy. But now even a fool can see that this

The young man is not an ordinary person at all.

"Although it seems not simple, you are only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy after all. How strong can you be!" The bearded man roared, emboldening himself. At the same time, he stretched out his hand to reach his waist, trying to pull the string.

Take out the sword from your waist.

This sword has been with him for many years and has helped him survive countless crises. He believes that this time will be no exception!

As long as he holds the sword, he will kill this young man with the sword even if he is not an ordinary person.

However, there was a hand that was faster than him and grasped the sword at his waist one step ahead of him.

The sword hanging from the waist of the bearded man was unsheathed with a 'smack' sound.

The knife is two feet long, the body is as bright as a mirror, and the air is cold. It is definitely a good knife!

The bearded man had pores all over his body and goosebumps all over his body. The next moment, the good knife that had been with him for many years was placed on his shoulder, and the blade was as cold as winter.

The bearded man didn't dare to move at all. This young man was too fast. Not only the teleportation-like spell, but also the shooting speed was not something he could match.

"Little brother, have mercy on me, I know I was wrong..." The bearded man immediately knew that the other party was not his match, and he shouted immediately.

He yelled, firstly, to beg for mercy, and secondly, he used this roar to notify other brothers in the Thorn Sword Caravan to come to help.

He was only halfway through his yell when a sharp blade had already quietly passed through his throat. The cold blade cut open his throat and trachea.

Blood spurted out, and the bearded man covered his throat with both hands, but he couldn't stop the blood from rushing out.

No, it's impossible. My throat was actually slit? How could this boy strike so cleanly and neatly? He didn't look like a boy at all... but more like a murderous executioner!

He opened his mouth wide, but couldn't say a word. His eyes widened, and he finally fell to the ground unwillingly.

Such a cruel and ruthless young man, this time his bearded man really hit the iron plate. And the collision was shattered into pieces, and there was no room for him to stand up.

Fang Long shook off the blood beads on the knife and smiled.

"Fang Long, it's too cruel." The little goblin popped his head and said, "How cruel." But he looked at the bearded corpse with interest.

To be honest, when she saw the bearded corpse, she always had the illusion that 'Fang Long' had been hacked to death and fell to the ground. The first impression of interaction between people is very important. The first impression of Fang Long in the little goblin's mind is

The 'bearded man' squatting in front of the cauldron.

Fang Long stuffed the little goblin's head back into his clothes: "Yao Yaoyao, be good, don't come out next, it will be very dangerous."

"Okay, Fang Long, you have to be careful yourself." The little goblin was very obedient, retracted into Fang Long's clothes, and said in a low voice.

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The cry that Big Beard made before he died was actually caused by Fang Long deliberately leaving time for him to roar out. Otherwise, Fang Long could have shot him in the head with just one shot.

His loud roar immediately attracted several caravan members near the tent. As soon as they heard the scream of his big pot head, they immediately felt that something was wrong.

The five caravan members held the weapons in their hands and made gestures as they walked towards Daguotou's account camp.

"Big Guotou..." After approaching the tent, one of the caravan members called out.

It's a pity that their big pot head is dead, so they can only burn paper if they have something to do. He can no longer hear their cries and can't respond.

No! The five caravan members looked at each other, then a member holding a long weapon used his weapon to open the curtain of the tent, and the other members looked up and looked into the tent.

Inside the tent, Daguotou's eyes widened angrily, his hands covering his throat, and he fell to the ground. Blood was everywhere on the ground. He was obviously too dead to die!

"Da Guotou!" Five members quickly rushed into the tent and surrounded Da Guotou.

One of them squatted down and put his hand to Da Guotou's nose to confirm the smell of Da Guotou.

After a while, the member turned pale, raised his head and shook his head with a wry smile. Daguotou had already expired - in fact, he had not expired and could not be saved. His throat was cut like a chicken, and blood was spread all over the floor. It could be saved.

I just saw the dead.

"Where's the murderer?" The remaining four members looked inside the tent with wide eyes. The tent was obviously intact - which meant that no one broke open the tent to escape. But just now, the five of them were nearby and did not see it.

Someone came out of the tent, which means the killer is still in the tent!

"Search!" the five people yelled and started searching in Daguotou's tent.

There was only one bed, table and chairs in the tent, so there wasn't much room to hide people. Five people searched the entire tent but couldn't find the killer.

"How is it possible? The murderer must still be here. Could it be that the murderer knows the art of invisibility?" the five caravan members asked irritably. The effect of the big pot head on the caravan is obvious. Without the big pot head, it will be difficult for the caravan.

Keep it up.

But they only searched for three corpses on the ground, but they couldn't find the murderer - unless the murderer could become invisible or use space magic, it would be impossible to find him!

Suddenly, a member standing by the bed screamed, and a sharp knife passed through his chest from behind and pierced his heart.

This knife was so bright that it turned out to be Da Guotou's sword! It was an assassin, and the assassin was actually still in the room.
Chapter completed!