"cough-----"
Train your muscles, bones and skin externally, and your breath internally.
If there is no such breath in the body, no matter how much you train your muscles, bones and skin, it will be difficult to achieve an indestructible body.
Fang Yixing is in such a situation. He lacks internal energy, so he can only rely on his skin and flesh to block external damage.
Flesh and skin are like tree bark, flesh and skin are like steel, flesh and skin are like immortal gods. For Fang Yixing, he is now only at the stage of flesh and skin being like tree bark.
If the black-robed man's kick had hit Fang Yan, it would have only caused a little pain, but there would not have been any internal damage.
But this kick on Fang Yixing's body was enough to injure him.
He was vomiting blood. A long knife was tied to one of his arms, so he could only rely on the other arm to support himself and climb up with difficulty.
Because of the injury and vomiting blood, the heat in the body is rapidly lost.
His body felt cold, as if he was standing in the snow in just one layer of clothing.
Fang Yixing tightened the long sword in his hand, bent his body, and rushed towards the place where the man in black robe was standing again.
Machete!
The powerful machete!
A deadly machete!
His steps were hurried, as if he was rushing to death.
His breathing was rapid, as if he was about to collapse.
He raised his right hand high, and the cold and sharp blade slashed towards the man in black again.
The previous blow tore through his clothes. This blow would be best if it could cut off a piece of his flesh and remove one of his arms.
This was a war of unequal strength, so Fang Yixing only thought about hurting his opponent and never thought about winning.
Of course, the price he had to pay was death.
This is also the reason why he is so reluctant to leave.
Unfortunately, the reality is even more cruel than he imagined.
He couldn't even hurt his opponent or even touch his body.
Fang Yixing's body had only rushed halfway when the man in black robe rushed back in his direction.
Before the two bodies had a chance to touch, and before Fang Yixing's knife could chop down, his body was once again knocked away by the man in black robe.
Chilala----
Fang Yixing staggered backwards, but did not fall to the ground again.
The man in black robe still charged towards Fang Yixing, and when he was catching up with Fang Yixing, he once again knocked him out.
Then he chased after him again and kicked Fang Yixing out again.
boom-----
After being hit repeatedly, Fang Yixing finally lost his balance. His body fell to the ground, like a huge ice ball on the ice, being pushed backwards and rolling non-stop.
Click!
Fang Yixing inserted the long knife in his hand into the frozen soil under the ice and snow.
The frozen soil was quickly cut open by the blade, and his arm strength was not enough to insert the knife deeper, and Fang Yixing's body gravity dragged out a long straight line.
clang!
The long knife hit a hard stone, and with the obstruction of the stone, Fang Yixing's body stopped again.
This time the injury was worse than the last time.
Fang Yixing lay on the ground and coughed violently, and then large streams of bright red blood gushed out of his mouth.
The blood flowed back into his mouth and choked his throat, causing him to cough even more violently.
The corners of his mouth were stained with blood, his face turned purple, and tears flowed from his eyes.
Snap-----
Snap-----
Snap-----
The footsteps are getting closer.
The man in black robe stood beside Fang Yixing, looking down at him and said, "Do you still want to get up? Give up, it will be more comfortable this way. I respect you, you are one of the few people I am willing to respect. Just like the man I killed just now - everyone is afraid of death, but you are not. I respect those who can do what I can't do."
Fang Yixing wanted to speak, but the blood in his throat choked him and he started coughing again. It was a heart-wrenching cough.
When he felt a little better, he climbed up again with his arms. The long knife tied to his arm cut his palm, and blood flowed along the knife.
He used all his strength to sit up, and then supported himself with the tip of his long sword to stand up.
There was severe pain all over my body and my internal organs were seriously injured.
He tried hard to stand up straight, raised his head and looked at the man in black robe who was standing one step away from him, and swung the long knife in his hand towards the man in black robe again.
boom!
Fang Yixing's body soared into the air again, and then fell heavily to the ground.
His body lay in the snow, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could no longer stand up.
Blood bubbles continued to spit out from the corners of his mouth, and he looked at the vast sky with unwilling eyes.
Why----can't I chop it down with my own sword
Snap----
Snap-----
Snap-----
That damn sound appeared again.
It didn't sound like the footsteps of an adult man, but more like the noisy sound of a cat or a rabbit stepping on the snow.
Even his normal steps were so light and delicate that if he tried hard to hide his whereabouts, no one would be able to notice.
The man in black robe looked into Fang Yixing's desperate eyes and said, "I don't have what you said, but I'm still alive."
He squatted down and reached out to grab Fang Yixing's neck.
He likes to torture people, especially his opponents.
However, he had just promised Fang Yixing that he would not torture him and would let him die quickly.
It hurts, and it’s fast.
He is a man of his words.
Chirp-----
A red golden snake scurried to his side, sniffed his black robe for a while, then crawled up his arm with great familiarity, and lay on the black-robed man's palm, hissing at him.
It's not a demonstration, it's just acting coquettishly.
The man in black robe reached out and stroked the little head of the golden snake, with a stiff but gentle smile on his face.
"I never thought there would be such a day-----" The man in black robe sighed softly. "You will also become someone else's snake slave."
Snap-----
Snap-----
Snap------
The same sound, the same rhythm as when he walked.
A thin figure appeared behind him. It was a man wearing white linen clothes and had only one eye on his face.
An extremely ugly man, so ugly that you would blame God for being so cruel and unfair to him.
"I know it's you," the thin man said. "I've been looking for you. The way you run away, the way you hide. The way you hunt, even the way you skin each animal with a razor before grilling it, letting the blood fill its flesh and bones - I know it's you."
The man in black robe stood up holding the golden snake and turned to look at the thin figure.
"He just asked me what home is." The man in black robe said. "I thought about it for a long time, and the only thing I could think of was you. I thought, if I ever had a home, it would be in Xiangxi, with you and your sister. A home is a home only when there are people. Now there is no one where I live."
"My sister was kidnapped. They used her to threaten me and asked me to kill someone for them." The thin figure said. "I can't refuse because my sister is the only one I have."
"I know." The man in black robe said hoarsely. "If I leave, you will only have your sister."
"Why are you leaving?"
"Because I am the same as you." The man in black robe laughed, and the sound became even more harsh and unpleasant. It was as if a small hole was opened in the middle of his throat, and wind blew in through the small hole when he spoke or smiled. "I became someone else's snake slave. Our fellows in Xiangxi all worship us as monarchs, but our fate is nothing more than a slave who kills and burns for others. And we are not human slaves, but snake slaves. We are not worthy of being human."
"Who can catch you?"
"Who can catch me?" The black-robed man laughed even more exaggeratedly. It was so ugly that one wanted to cover one's ears. "We are nothing but a monster full of poison. Compared with those big guys, what are we? As long as they are willing, as long as they need us, we can become their prey at any time - just like they can throw ferocious tigers and swift cheetahs into the hunting park for people to hunt at any time. The difference between us and those tigers and leopards is that we are tools to help them hunt."
"You knew this would be your fate long ago - when you taught me to keep snakes, didn't you?"
"Yes." The man in black robe said without hiding anything. "My master was also someone else's snake slave. I thought I was an exception, but I wasn't. I hoped you could be an exception, but you weren't. Perhaps, there will never be an exception."
The thin man pointed at his empty eye socket which looked a little eerie and scary and said, "I gave him my snake eye----"
"So you have to work for him." The black-robed man nodded in understanding. "If you don't work for him, he will crush your snake eye and make you die of blood explosion. In that case, you won't be able to save your sister-----"
"Yes." The thin man said. "My mission is to protect him from getting hurt. So, I can't let you kill him. If he dies, I will die too. My sister will die too. I have been looking for you for so long, tracking you for so long, losing you countless times, and then trying every way to find you - because I am worried that you will kill someone. I am worried that you will kill the person I want to protect."
The man in black robe pondered for a moment and took off the black robe on his head.
His hair was as messy as a pheasant's nest, some of it was flat like cow hair, some of it was sticking up like weeds. There were countless cuts on the left side of his face, crisscrossing and disorderly, like a frightening spider web.
There was a brown-red tumor on the right side of his face, and there were countless small holes, as if a terrifying monster was living in each hole.
Like the thin man, he also has only one eye.
He has no name, but those who know him call him Snake King.
He is the previous Snake King and the master of the current Snake King.
(PS: Thanks to Xingye Xie and Maogeng 47 for the 10,000-dollar reward!) (To be continued)