Hitting the head is wrong, hitting the chest is wrong, and hitting the vagina is wrong-----
Fang Yan has ten thousand ways of attack, but it seems that each of them may be intercepted and counterattacked by the opponent.
Your killer move is actually feeding your opponent's moves.
Chiba Hyobu, the number one swordsman in the Oriental world known as the 'Light of the North Star', has actually reached the 'precipice' level of returning to nature in terms of defense.
There is a cliff in front of the unknown, and if you are not careful, you will fall down. This sense of crisis makes people cautious.
The most fearful thing in battle is to be fearless and courageous, and the most taboo thing is to be afraid and not move forward.
When you lose confidence in your fists and no longer expect to win the battle, you are bound to lose.
How can we fight a big battle if we can't even flex our fists or feet
Fang Yan is now facing this state of horror and fear.
Yes, he was scared.
When masters fight, they risk their lives. A superman one second may become a dead man in the blink of an eye.
There is only one master among ten thousand.
It was not the first time that he encountered an invincible master, but there was no reason for him to injure or kill him.
Even Fang Yan himself could not think of any excuse for the man in front of him to show mercy to his men. Whether it was for his son's injury, his apprentice's revenge, or to destroy the Chinese master to add luster to his reputation -
Fang Yan has unfulfilled ideals, his Tai Chi heart is growing, and most importantly, he is still a virgin-----
He doesn't want to die!
Fang Yan took a deep breath, looked at Qianye Bingbu and said, "Are you here to avenge Qianye Haowu?"
"No." Qianye Bingbu denied with a smile. "You defeated Qianye Haowu, but that was because Qianye Haowu himself was not good at swordsmanship. If revenge is needed, he will pick up the sword and come back again. That's when true revenge will be achieved."
"So what are you doing here?"
"You hurt Qianye Haowu-----"
"I'm here for revenge." Fang Yan said
"Qingyin has been hurt again----"
"Qingyin?" Fang Yan's eyes were slightly confused, and then suddenly clear. He stared at Qianye Bingbu with a cold look, and said, "So, the guy who tried to sneak around in the dark after turning off the lights and was beaten half to death by me is the Qingyin you mentioned? Did you send him to test me? Or did you want my apprentice to kill me so that you, the master, wouldn't have to show up? What a pity, I'm sorry, aren't you disappointed?"
"Qingyin is a ninja. He will choose the combat environment that best suits him." Chiba Hyobu was not angry and explained in a gentle voice.
Qianye Haowu returned with serious injuries, but he was not angry. His eldest disciple Qingyin was beaten to the point of vomiting blood, but he was not angry either.
Since entering the 'godless' state, few things can make him angry.
Fang Yan was completely furious. He stared at Qianye Bingbu and said, "Your son attacked me from behind after the battle, so I injured him. Qingyin sneaked into the box full of students and stabbed them, so I fought back. Now you come here to intercept and cause trouble, and you say you are not here to avenge them? Why do you have to find a high-sounding excuse for yourself when you are doing dirty things? You are not going to say that you came to me just to exchange martial arts, right? If that is really the case, I will respect you as a man."
Qianye Haowu saw the angry Fang Yan and said, "You can't fool me. Even when you are angry, your heartbeat is still balanced, your defense is still steady, and your eyes are - too calm, without burning flames."
Qianye Haowu stared into Fang Yan's eyes, but he was fully aware of all the movements of Fang Yan's body.
"Why did you loosen your clenched fist? You are having trouble striking, so you want to provoke me?" Chiba Hyobu asked with a smile. "Actually, the reason is not important to me. I just think you should be a master. So, I came."
"Is that disappointing to you now?" Fang Yan said with a smile. "Look, standing in front of you, facing a master like you, I can't even throw a punch - although I really hate your mysterious face that looks like you have everything under control. I also wanted to rush over and punch you hard a few times. At that time, I really wanted to see what your expression would look like."
"I'm not disappointed." Chiba Hyobu said. "You're very strong."
"You misunderstood." Fang Yan said.
"Few people can remain calm in front of me. Qianye Haowu is not good enough, and Qingyin is only half a master - you can laugh, scold, and do it with ease, which is much better than Qianye Haowu and Qingyin."
The night was as cool as water, and the dim street lights stretched the two people's shadows infinitely.
Chiba Bingbu's body was standing under a street lamp. The light cast a pale yellow halo on his body and white robe, which felt slightly piercing and made Fang Yan's eyes feel uncomfortable.
This was a very hazy state. Fang Yan knew the location of Qianye Bingbu. He saw him there, he heard him there, but he knew that he was definitely not there.
He looks still, but he gives people the feeling of being moving, like a ghost.
This is the ultimate 'defense', the godless defense.
The reason why they are atheistic is because they themselves are gods, false gods.
"Not being afraid is a kind of strength in itself." Chiba Hyobu said. "You are not as strong as I thought, but-----it is already very good."
Before he finished speaking, Chiba Hyobu's body disappeared from the spot in a very strange way.
Then he appeared in front of Fang Yan like lightning and reached out to grab his throat.
too fast!
Incredibly fast!
The distance of more than ten meters was reached in an instant. It was as if he had mastered the Taoist skill of shrinking the earth into an inch, or as if he had drilled out of a strange wormhole. In just a blink of an eye, the distance of billions of light years disappeared.
boom----
Fang Yan felt a burning pain in his dantian, as if someone had shot him in the abdomen with a rifle.
The heat was oppressive and dull, like molten steel without boiling water or a pile of burning wood without blazing flames.
I always feel like it's lacking a little bit of heat.
Suppress, accumulate. Suppress again, accumulate again.
boom------
The molten steel boiled and the firewood pile burned.
The extremely quiet Tai Chi heart in Fang Yan's abdomen suddenly began to spin wildly.
The realm of Tai Chi appears, and wherever the realm reaches is my territory.
He saw the hand that was stretched out. It was pale, thin, with snow-white skin and tender flesh. It did not look like a hand that held a sword.
There was no sound of wind and it didn't look fierce.
It feels light, as if it wants to touch a flower, pick a fruit, and grab a handful of wind to put it in front of the nose and smell it carefully.
The Buddha who picks up the flower, the eye of the Dharma, the wonderful mind of Nirvana, the true reality without form, the subtle Dharma.
The poles became twisted and tilted, the lights of the street lamps became dim and gloomy. Everything around us had changed strangely.
whoosh!
Fang Yan took a step back.
Just this step.
Qianye Bingbu's attack missed, and Fang Yan's Tai Chi state also disappeared, and fell silent again.
When Fang Yan was feeling the extremely dangerous life-and-death process, Qianye Bingbu's figure returned to his original position.
It was exactly the same position as before, as if he had never left.
"What is this?" Chiba Bingbu looked at Fang Yan with confusion.
In his situation, a sword is a sword, a knife is a sword, a fan is a sword, chopsticks are also swords, a leaf or a flower is a sword, and a finger is also a sword.
Just now, he locked Fang Yan's throat with one claw, but in fact, it was also the claw sword that stabbed Fang Yan's throat.
A sword strikes, like a fairy from the sky.
Even some kendo masters from other schools whom he had defeated in the East before were thrown into panic and retreated several meters away when faced with his claw sword.
However, the guy in front of them, who was a little too young compared to them, just took a step away.
Just by dodging one step, he avoided his thirty-two consecutive attacks.
"The Heart of Tai Chi." Fang Yan said.
"The heart of Tai Chi?" Qianye Bingbu chewed the word carefully. There are great differences between Chinese and Japanese martial arts. Japanese martial arts pay more attention to the ultimate cultivation of fists and weapons, but China is the birthplace of Tai Chi.
He did not understand the various realms and mysteries of Tai Chi, but once he understood one, he understood a hundred. With his cultivation in swordsmanship and qigong, it was easy for him to understand the meaning of the four words Fang Yan said.
"Use internal force to defeat external force, and use external force to build internal force. Then absorb the natural force of heaven and earth - is this the heart of Tai Chi?"
Fang Yan knew that these top masters were not ordinary people, so he did not hide anything and said, "That's true."
"You are still so young, which is very precious. I don't know the situation in China, but if you were in Japan, you would be the first person of your time-----"
Fang Yan smiled and said, "I just dodged your move, and you lifted me up to this position. Are you praising me or yourself?"
Qianye Bingbu didn't smile. He looked at Fang Yan seriously and said, "I have come a thousand miles with a sword, and it is worth the journey. You are worthy of my sword."
"It's not worth it." Fang Yan advised. "I can't beat you with your sword, but you can kill me with a sword in just a few strokes. Let's just have a casual fight. If you really hurt me, it won't be glorious to win, right? Others will say you're bullying the weak-----"
"One month later, the winner will be decided at the top of Yijian Peak." said Qianye Bingbu.
"One month? Are you challenging me?" Fang Yan asked. He was a little anxious and said, "One month is too short, isn't it? I don't think I'm ready yet."
"How long will it take?" asked Chiba Hyobu.
Fang Yan thought for a moment and said, "Thirty years. Thirty years later, I will be waiting for you at the top of Yijian Peak to fight you to the death."
Chiba Bingbu flicked his sleeves and floated away.
Fang Yan looked at his extremely free and easy back and murmured to himself: "Say something, do you agree or not?" (To be continued)