"Tai Chi represents vitality. Where there is energy, there is endless life. The burning sword represents death. There is no return. Fang Yan lost because the power of death is more vigorous and fierce-----what a pity." Someone sighed heavily.
"The competition is over, friends. I'm leaving first. But we've agreed that in one month, I will challenge this Japanese guy, and you are not allowed to compete with me-----"
"Why you? I will challenge him tomorrow-----"
Qianye Haowu laughed wildly. He said to Qingyin proudly, "Qingyin, did you see that? Father won -- he won again. It was no different from before. I didn't expect that he actually used the sword burning -- who is Fang Yan? Is it worth it for father to use the sword burning? Shouldn't such a magical skill be saved and used as a killer when challenging a stronger opponent?"
Qianye Haowu thought that it was natural for his father to defeat Fang Yan. He even stubbornly believed that Fang Yan was vulnerable and only needed to use 20% or 30% of his strength to defeat him - why use such a powerful move to beat him? Is he worthy of it
Qingyin looked at the proud Qianye Haowu and said, "Fang Yan is nothing. He is worthy of Master using the sword burning sword. Master knows his opponent better than us and knows what kind of moves to use when facing what kind of enemy."
Qianye Haowu glanced at Qingyin's position with dissatisfaction. He didn't like Qingyin because he always hid in the dark and sneaked around. Even when his father won a big victory, he still put on a dead face.
A person who can't even smile is really annoying.
Because climbing the mountain was too tiring, Chiba Kaoru looked very embarrassed.
She still underestimated this "trip". In fact, if it weren't for the woman who kidnapped her from behind helping her from time to time, she would have no way of climbing to the steepest top of the Sword Peak.
Chiba Xun stared at the scene in front of her with wide eyes, and her eyes became moist.
She felt very sad.
She could see her father's full effort, and she also saw Fang Yan's genius.
However, her Chinese teacher Fang Yan was still cut open by his own father.
How painful would that be
My father was right, I shouldn't have come to watch this game. Because I wouldn't feel happy whether I saw my father being killed or seeing him killing someone.
Phoenix looked at Qianye Xun with tears in his eyes and said with a smile: "Do you feel sad
"Why does it have to be like this?" asked Qianye Xun.
"Because they are all men with aspirations," Phoenix said. "The aspirations are so great that little women like us cannot understand them at all. Nor are we willing to accept them."
"Just kill me." Chiba Xun said.
"What?" Phoenix frowned.
"Kill me now." Qianye Xun said. "Because my father will definitely kill Teacher Fang Yan. It's better to die early than later. If you die early, you won't feel so bad."
Phoenix sneered and said, "Don't worry, the game is not over yet."
The game is certainly not over.
Fang Yan's Tai Chi realm was actually broken by someone. This was the first time he encountered this - no, the second time. It could also be the third time.
The first time was when I was defeated by an old drunkard. At that time, I had just realized the heart of Tai Chi. I had clearly used the state of Tai Chi, but I was knocked out by his punch. I couldn't stop him, I couldn't block him.
The second time was when Ye Wenrou broke it. That woman ignored all defenses and hit you in the face if she said she would, and she might also kick you in the balls if she said she would hit you in the chest.
This time it was broken by Chiba Hyobu, a Japanese who came from across the ocean.
The Oriental Sword God has the capital to look down on his peers and deserves the praise and support of the Oriental people.
Fang Yan looked at the crack on his chest, the flesh peeling off, the blood pouring down, and said with a smile: "Why are you saying sorry? Did you want to kill me because of my talent? But you can't be blamed for this. I am indeed the most outstanding young man in the whole of China -"
Thinking that Ye Wenrou might also be watching from the sidelines, Fang Yan added two words unhappily: "One of---"
As Fang Yan spoke, the hand that was holding Qianye Bingbu stabbed down forcefully.
His five fingers were as sharp as sharp edges, piercing through Chiba Bingbu's wrist fiercely, leaving five bloody holes in his hand wall.
Seeing Qianye Bingbu's puzzled look, Fang Yan smiled and said, "Your sword represents death, but Tai Chi represents rebirth. My rebirth energy is not as strong as your death power. So, even though I held your wrist, I was still tied up by you, and because of that, you cut my chest. However, when you cut my chest, air naturally flowed out."
"So you found the opportunity." Qianye Bingbu's eyes were full of admiration. "When I used my sword energy to cut open your chest, it was the time when the old strength had gone and the new strength had not yet been born. The fleeting opportunity was seized by you----"
"You cut me with a sword, and I pierce you with five small holes. You are older than me, so I will suffer a little loss." Fang Yan said with a smile.
"Fang Yan, how about being a Japanese in your next life?" Qianye Bingbu looked at Fang Yan's handsome face and said very seriously: "If that's the case, I won't be able to bear to kill you."
"I can feel your sincerity but I have to reject you sternly. So, don't make such embarrassing conditions to others in the future." Fang Yan said angrily. "My father will still be my father in the next life, and my mother will still be my mother in the next life. I will still be born in the Tai Chi Fang family, and I will still have the heart of Tai Chi. If a Japanese man named Qianye Bingbu comes to challenge me, I will still gladly accept the challenge and try my best to kill him. If I can't kill him, I will seriously injure him. If I can't seriously injure him, I will bite him. There are many Chinese people. We have many cowards who are afraid of death, but we are not short of passionate and fearless warriors."
"I'm going to kill you even more."
"I have already decided that I will be a Chinese when I am born and buried in a Chinese grave when I die." Fang Yan laughed very proudly. "I am not brave enough, and my blood is not strong. I cherish my life very much, but if necessary, I don't mind giving it away. If you can take it, you can take it. If you can't take it, you can't leave."
Chiba Hyobu sighed softly.
Young people like this are scary, and China, which has these young people, has the most hope.
His wrist shook, and Fang Yan's right arm felt like it was scraped by countless knives, with countless tiny wounds appearing.
That was caused by the sword energy.
No need for fists or feet, just every joint of the arm can be used as a sword. Qianye Bingbu's cultivation is really profound and terrifying.
Fang Yan threw a punch, and Qianye Bingbu waved his sleeves to block it.
boom!
Fang Yan punched Qianye Bingbu's broad sleeve, and the sleeve was like an extremely hard iron plate.
Fang Yan blasted a big hole in the clothes board, and his body flew backwards.
Wow----
After Fang Yan's body slid on the ground for a while, his head hit heavily on a huge rock. Only at this time did the energy in his body become completely exhausted.
Without waiting for anyone to react, Fang Yan got up from the ground by himself.
He doesn't like lying down because he thinks the posture is too ugly.
There are so many fans watching him, he has to work hard to maintain his status as a handsome man.
His shirt was open at the chest, and the mountain wind whistled against his strong and well-proportioned chest.
Fang Yan stood tall like a mountain, without a trace of fear.
Qianye Bingbu looked at Fang Yan who was striding towards him and frowned slightly.
His arm was also covered in blood, from the holes made by Fang Yan's claws. His fingers were sharper than a knife, piercing through the flesh and piercing his arm.
He originally wanted to kill with one blow and end the battle cleanly and efficiently.
But what he didn't expect was that he had entered a life-and-death race.
Whoever perseveres to the end will be the final winner.
Moreover, an opponent who is not afraid of death is indeed a headache.
Fang Yan's body began to sway, like a drunkard. Even his eyes became blurry, as if he couldn't see the world clearly.
He almost fell several times because his feet stepped on the protruding stones. He staggered forward for several steps and barely kept his balance.
Fang Yan jumped up and punched Qianye Bingbu's head.
hiss-----
The fist is like steel and the energy is like the Yangtze River.
This punch completely overturned the principle and essence of Tai Chi, which is to overcome hardness with softness. It was to fight hardness with hardness, and to suppress the tyrant with the tyrant.
This is what people in the martial arts world call hard Tai Chi.
Hard Tai Chi uses hardness to counter hardness, while soft Tai Chi uses little force to achieve a great result.
Qianye Bingbu jumped up and kicked Fang Yan's body.
Pah---
Fang Yan's fist hit Qianye Bingbu's toes, the fist energy collided with the sword energy, the air flows collided, and a sharp explosion sound was made.
Fang Yan's body fell and flew backwards again, and Qianye Bingbu's body took three steps back after landing.
Snapped!
Fang Yan's body hit the boulder.
Fang Yan shook his hands and stood up again.
He took a cross step with his feet and rushed towards Chiba Bingbu again.
There are no fancy techniques or complicated moves. It's just a fight of strength against strength, life against life.
Snapped-----
Fang Yan's body was blown away again.
It crashed into several small trees in succession before being intercepted by a larger tree.
Fang Yan felt a sweet taste in his throat and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Chiba Hyobu had a blank expression on his face, but there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
Qianye Bingbu has been practicing swordsmanship for many years, and his internal strength is indeed stronger than Fang Yan's.
Fang Yan tidied up his sweaty hair and climbed up again with difficulty.
"I'm going to kill him." Fang Yingxiong rushed towards Qianye Bingbu angrily like a red-eyed bull.
He wants to kill him!
Or be killed by him!
boom!
A leather boot appeared and kicked him in the face, sending him flying backwards.
Fang Haohan was rushing forward but before he could turn around, he was kicked in the stomach and rolled back to his original position.
"What are you doing, you crazy woman----" Fang Yingxiong screamed at Ye Wenrou. It was the first time that he dared to speak so loudly to a violent woman.
"If you don't go to help, why don't you let us go----" Fang Haohan also stared at Ye Wenrou fiercely, his chest heaving, and it looked like he was about to explode.
"Watch. Watch carefully. This is his battle, and he wants a fair battle-----he doesn't want anyone to help him. If necessary, he would have gone back to ask the old drunkard for help long ago. Why would you two idiots call back for help?" Ye Wenrou's face was gloomy and his fists were clenched tightly.
"If he dies in battle, I will challenge him. If I die in battle, the old drunkard will challenge him. All the masters of our Fang family are dead, and there are other Chinese heroes to challenge. It is not your turn to die."
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