The network cable is very sticky and difficult to escape once it gets stuck.
Fang Yan's head was covered by a huge net, and below his feet were deep traps they had set.
Going up or down is extremely dangerous, and it is difficult to escape the encirclement quickly from the four roads: front, back, left, and right.
Countless men in black are rushing towards this side, and Fang Yan is facing only death.
This was the most dangerous moment Fang Yan had ever encountered.
The more dangerous the situation is, the more you need to stay calm, because any moment of negligence may cost you your life.
The heart of Tai Chi rotates rapidly, and the domain of Tai Chi unfolds in an all-round way.
The whole world suddenly became quiet. The wind stopped blowing, the snow stopped falling, and the people stopped moving.
The originally transparent network cables turned into red lines, which were clearly visible in Fang Yan's brain. Densely packed horizontal and vertical lines intersected and extended infinitely outward, seemingly without boundaries.
There was a flash of fire on the red line, which turned out to be an electric grid. When it completely wrapped around Fang Yan's body, the burst of electricity in an instant could knock a person unconscious or even kill him directly.
The realm of Tai Chi is all divine territory.
Mountains, rivers, cattle, sheep, people, and even flowers and grass are all controlled by the gods.
In the realm of Tai Chi, Fang Yan is the true king and god.
His speed was faster than Skynet's, and his killing moves were more fierce and brutal than the man in black.
Fang Yan increased his speed to the extreme and pounced on the group of men in black like a tiger pouncing on a sheep.
Whoosh-----
He grabbed a man in black by the neck. The man was still charging forward. He could see the surprise and disbelief on the man's face.
The man in black didn't understand. They were clearly still some distance apart and he had already calculated the time of contact, so why did he suddenly grab his neck
Snap!
Fang Yan broke his neck cleanly and efficiently.
When the man in black lost gravity and slowly fell to the ground, Fang Yan had already rushed towards the second, third and more men in black.
Snap----
Snap-----
Snap-----
The sound of beans popping continued to ring out, and the sound merged into one, becoming one and the same.
If someone's eyes could keep up with Fang Yan's speed, they would be surprised to find this extremely weird scene: a group of men in black stood in various charging postures, and Fang Yan was passing through them like the god of death who was reaping lives.
With every crisp sound, a life is lost.
The sound stopped and Fang Yan's figure disappeared.
Thunderbolt-----
The men in black fell one after another.
Swish-----
The electric net that had just given people the feeling of falling rapidly finally fell down slowly, covering the man in black lying on the ground, and then made a crackling sound of electric current being released.
Bang bang bang-----
Those men in black who fell to the ground were attacked by strong electric current. Even though they had stopped breathing, their bodies were still bounced up and down by the electric current, as if they were dancing a zombie dance.
Click, click, click------
Their fallen or bounced bodies triggered the mechanisms installed on the ground, and one mechanical foot clamp after another popped up, making painful sounds.
Fang Yan stood outside the net. The prey just now became the hunter now, watching everything happening in front of him with cold eyes.
Those people, they deserve to die!
A middle-aged man in green walked out. He was not tall, but had a clear temperament, with slightly protruding temples, and he had a restrained radiance at first glance.
He didn't even glance at his fellow black-clad men in the pit. He just looked at Fang Yan with burning eyes and said, "I know those who can't stop you can't. How can a true top master be defeated by a broken net and a few foot traps? High technology? Technology can be very powerless sometimes - what you just showed is the legendary Tai Chi Heart? That feeling of stopping time - it's really enviable."
Fang Yan did not respond to the blue-clothed man's question, but took the initiative to rush towards him.
There was no news from his father, and every second he delayed was a second he would lose to treat him. He just wanted to end the battle quickly, no matter who was standing in front of him.
Language has no power, the only battlefield is the confrontation of strength.
"You can call me-----" As the man spoke, he had already thrown thirteen punches. His green clothes were suddenly inflated by the force, and because they could not bear the weight, they were torn into pieces and floated in the air. "Boxing Champion Jin Haidong."
Since ancient times, Chinese martial arts have been divided into southern fists and northern legs. More than 20 years ago, the southern boxing champion Jin Haidong became famous. His pair of "thunderbolt fists" had the power of the Yangtze River and could cut through people's defenses. Even the national teacher Li Zongwu commented that his "hard skills were invincible."
What Fang Yan didn't expect was that he would run into such a tough opponent at this time and place.
However, no matter whether he is the boxing champion or the artillery king, no matter whether he is invincible in hard skills or the best in soft skills, Fang Yan will defeat him.
Because he is hateful!
Anyone who prevents me from saving my father is extremely hateful and a life-and-death enemy.
The thirteen punches that Jin Haidong threw out out of thin air turned into thirteen cyclones, one cyclone after another. The second cyclone merged into the first cyclone, and the third cyclone merged into the large cyclone formed by the first two cyclones.
Finally, the thirteen cyclones merged into one, becoming a huge rotating storm.
call-----
It was like the most violent hurricane, sweeping towards Fang Yan, with a ferocious posture that was going to swallow him up in the storm and tear him into pieces.
This is the Storm Fist that Jin Haidong is best at.
He watched from the side how Fang Yan killed a dozen men in black in an instant at such a critical moment, so he did not dare to neglect Fang Yan in the slightest.
The best way to respect an opponent is to kill him with your most powerful move.
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The golden snake exploded and died, and the black-robed man and the current snake king lost a prop for fighting.
The current Snake King was sweating profusely, and his body was covered in his own blood. However, the man in black robes was calm and composed, as if he had done something insignificant.
The man in black robe looked at his apprentice and said, "The golden snake should not have died. It was your snake slave, and it was closer to you both emotionally and physically. When you saw it was controlled by me, you became anxious and wanted to take back control. Your soul-stimulating zone was too impatient. The more anxious you were, the more you could stimulate the bestiality of the snake, making it lose its judgment. After it lost its judgment, it started to move closer to me. It was caught in a dilemma, its blood vessels were blocked, and it exploded and died."
The current Snake King was filled with shame and said, "Thank you, Master. I am grateful for your teaching."
"That's pretty good." The black-robed man chuckled. "I left without saying goodbye, and you were still very young at that time. You have been practicing alone for so many years, living with hundreds of insects day and night. It's pretty good to have achieved such results. You have talent and a solitary personality, which is the key to your success."
"Thank you, Master."
The black-robed man waved his hand and said, "I am your master, and also your opponent. Now that the golden snake is dead, there will be no more obstacles between us. It's really a pity."
"Master------" the current Snake King shouted.
The black robe on the black-robed man rose silently and floated towards the position where the current Snake King was standing.
Every time he shook his black robe, puffs of white smoke floated out from inside it. The white smoke followed the wind and enveloped the position where the current Snake King stood.
Xiaoyao powder!
No matter if it is a poisonous snake or a ferocious beast, touching it will kill you. Humans are no exception.
People who raise snakes have countless strange and poisonous objects on their bodies.
The current Snake King did not dare to be careless. His thin body turned into a sharp arrow, avoiding the attack range of the white smoke. He jumped high and attacked the upper part of the man in black robe.
The black robe on the black-robed man suddenly spread out, wrapping the body of the current Snake King.
Then, the two snake disciples disappeared in the black robe at the same time.
The shape of the black robe kept changing, sometimes round, sometimes square, sometimes standing upright, sometimes jumping -
Snapped!
A figure was thrown out from the black robe, screaming and rolling on the ground.
The current snake king was covered in blood, and his head and face were covered with reddish-brown ants. The current snake king desperately slapped the ants, but the ants had excellent grip and their teeth were hooked, so every bite could penetrate deep into the flesh.
The current snake king could only reach out and grab the ants from his face and head one by one and crush them. Every time he grabbed one, it was like tearing a piece of flesh from his face. When he had caught all the ants, there was very little flesh left on his face.
A large amount of skin was torn off, and blood began to flow out from the lost skin. The entire face of the current Snake King was filled with blood, and his flesh and blood were blurred.
call!
The black robe spread out, and the ugly face of the man in black robe appeared before his eyes again.
He looked at his disciple lying in the snow with compassion and said, "You should have been dead, but I couldn't do it. Was it because of the influence of that man?"
His eyes looked into the distance, where Fang Yixing's body lay motionless, allowing the wind and snow to cover him.
"Home is a family, but it is only home when someone is waiting for you." The man just said this.
He wandered around all his life, and everyone avoided him like the plague.
However, deep in his memory, there was a period of time when every time he went back, there were two thin black shadows waiting at the gate of the yard.
Maybe, that's his family
The feeling of being waited for -- is that the feeling of happiness? The feeling of being alive
Precisely because they have enjoyed such happiness, both Fang Yixing and Wang Dong are brave and fearless, even willing to risk their lives.
Because they care too much about their own lives and the chance to live, so they are not afraid of death.
It sounds contradictory to say that he is not afraid of death because he does not want to die, but at this moment, the man in black robes actually felt that he had figured it out. (To be continued)