The person with the most powerful spear skills Fang Yan had ever seen was Mo Qingdi, and the person with the most thrilling sword skills he had ever seen was Qianye Bingbu.
Today he met the man with the most powerful punches.
One skill leads to a hundred skills. The destructive power that each weapon can unleash when used to its full potential is equally enormous.
For example, a pistol and a cannon-----of course, this is just talk.
This statement is limited to cold weapons. For example, in Gu Long's novels, which character is faster, Xiao Li Feidao's knife or Ximen Chuixue's sword? Such a question must make people scratch their heads.
boom-----
The Storm Fist lives up to its name, it is shaped like a hurricane with a hint of thunder.
The fist wind absorbed the surrounding cold air and snowflakes, and a layer of frost formed on the outside of the huge arc-shaped wind formation.
As fast as lightning, it swept towards Fang Yan with overwhelming force.
Before Fang Yan could even use any moves to neutralize the force, he was blown away by the hurricane.
Fang Yan's body flew into the air and flew backwards.
boom!
His feet landed on the ground, but the hurricane had not completely dissipated, pushing him to continue moving backwards.
laugh------
The soles of Fang Yan's leather shoes stepped on the ice and snow, digging deeply into the road surface.
The soles of the shoes rubbed against the road, making a hissing sound.
Fang Yan used the Thousand-Jin Weight to suppress his retreat, and only then was he able to regain his footing.
The soles of my feet were burning with pain, but waves of cool touch invaded the painful area.
Fang Yan then realized that the soles of his shoes had been completely worn out, and his feet were standing bare on the gravel road.
Seeing that Fang Yan was not knocked down, Jin Donghai laughed instead and shouted, "That's great. In the past twenty years, you are the only young man who can take my Storm Fist. Take my punch again and try."
As Jin Donghai spoke, he once again clenched his fists and rushed towards Fang Yan.
He clenched his right fist and punched straight towards Fang Yan.
His right arm grew inexplicably thicker, his exposed fist was red, the buttons on his shirt sleeve burst out, and his fist made a crackling sound, as if it was about to burn.
This is the Lihuo Fist, a domineering and powerful punch.
If the Storm Fist still has a feminine and moist side, then the Fire Fist represents the most rigid and masculine side.
There is no going without coming, and there is no returning without going.
The fist is like a flame, intending to burn all obstacles into ashes.
This time, Fang Yan really respected the Southern Boxing Champion Jin Donghai.
It's not about respecting his character, but respecting his skills.
Fang Yan could understand a person being able to practice a style of boxing to the pinnacle, because he felt that he was that kind of person.
However, being able to practice two completely opposite boxing styles to the highest level requires more than just talent.
Respect does not mean liking.
Fang Yan spread his legs and performed the Drunken Crane Riding the Wind kick technique passed down from the old drunkard.
The drunk crane moves freely on the wind, ethereal and invisible. It is easy to paralyze the opponent, making it difficult for the opponent to find his true body.
Fang Yan's body was slightly bent, his legs swaying, and he moved left and right like a drunk crane.
The closer Jin Donghai got, the more Fang Yan shook.
In the end, Fang Yan's real body disappeared, and what remained in Jin Donghai's eyes were countless afterimages.
Since you can't see anything, just don't see it.
Jin Donghai simply closed his eyes and used his senses to sense Fang Yan's presence. For a skilled warrior, senses are more reliable than eyes.
boom-----
He threw a punch.
He was secretly delighted and felt the air resistance in front of him increasing.
That is the real feeling of about to hit an object, not the empty regret of punching in the air.
He quickened his pace, wanting to pierce Fang Yan's body with his burning fist.
He likes the feeling of objects burning, because the burning is caused by himself.
The heroic young man fights against heaven and earth.
And he, the Southern Boxing Champion Jin Donghai, likes to kill the miracles that are passed down by word of mouth.
coax-----
He thrust out his fist, and even the surrounding sky was illuminated red by his fist.
It doesn't feel right.
One is real and the other is virtual, the front is real and the back is virtual.
I clearly touched Fang Yan's real body just now, so why did my fist miss
"Idiot." Fang Yan's cold voice came over. He dodged a step. "You fell into the trap."
The previous step was easy to say, but actually very difficult. First, use the extremely difficult Drunken Crane Riding the Wind to confuse Jin Donghai, making it difficult for him to capture the real body. This caused him to lose confidence and lose confidence.
Then use your real body to lure the opponent into punching. When the fist is halfway to the target and difficult to retract, suddenly use the miraculous Tai Chi heart to increase your speed and leave at the moment before the fist hits the body.
These two unique skills are extremely rare, and the heart of Tai Chi is even rarer.
It seems like a huge change, but in reality it only takes a moment, or even just a few tenths of a second.
He dodged the fist that had turned fiery red, took a step sideways with Fang's Plum Blossom Step, and punched Jin Donghai on the back.
puff------
Jin Donghai accelerated his forward speed again and spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.
Too hard is easy to break, his body had already turned into a ball of fire. Fang Yan slapped out, forcibly pouring his energy into his violent body, causing his blood and qi to become disordered and his rage to intensify. Naturally, the fire attacked his heart and caused blood to flow.
Jin Donghai finally sensed the danger.
He never underestimated his opponent, ever.
When he saw that Fang Yan was able to use lightning speed to eliminate the men in black who surrounded him at the critical moment when his car was about to fall into the pit, he regarded this young man as an opponent of the same level as himself.
However, it was not until this moment that he realized that the young man's performance was far better than he had expected.
He had always thought that victory would be on his side. Now, he was panicking.
Take advantage of his illness to kill him.
Fang Yan's body continued to spin, chasing after Jin Donghai like a tornado, and then slapped Jin Donghai's back with one palm after another.
Jin Donghai's energy was both strong and masculine, and Fang Yan also attacked with the same fierce and fiery energy.
The two forces entangled and fought hard in Jin Donghai's body, and the fire could not mix. Jin Donghai felt that his internal organs were about to be burned, and he could only spit out blood mouthful after mouthful.
Jin Donghai was seriously injured, but he still ran forward desperately. He knew that if he ran a step slower, he would be beaten to death by that vicious guy.
Fang Yan touched the ground with his toes, and his body leaped high like a roc spreading its wings, then he punched Jin Donghai on the back of the head.
boom-----
There was a sound of something exploding!
Fang Yan's body flew away without him even having time to look back.
Nothing was more important than saving his father, including revenge.
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Since ancient times, one cannot be both loyal and righteous.
For the man in black robe, the choice he faces is more difficult than loyalty and righteousness.
He is the snake king and also the snake slave. Should he be loyal to his master or to his own feelings? This is indeed a very difficult question.
The master held his Snake Eye, and if he dared to disobey the master's orders, the master could easily kill him.
And the apprentice -- this was the most profound and unforgettable thing in his memory. The images in his mind kept refreshing and dissipating, and there was almost nothing worth recalling. However, the image of the two little men riding on the threshold waiting for him to return was unforgettable.
The man in black robe looked at the current Snake King with pity and said, "Since you are ready, then show your best side - the Snake King should not have any mercy."
The current Snake King crawled up from the ground with blood all over his face. He looked at the black-robed man standing in front of him, bowed to him, and took out a yellowed bamboo flute from his pocket.
There was a long and complicated sound coming from the bamboo flute. The strange tone was repeated endlessly, making people feel drowsy.
A strange thing happened.
The cold wind blows again and the winter snow falls again.
There was a rustling sound in the white snow, and countless animals poked their heads out from the snow.
Those rattlesnakes whose tails swayed and snapped, those scorpions whose bodies were all fiery red, the centipedes that looked more than a meter long with countless big legs, and the densely packed green-skinned toads and star-spotted toads-----
They traveled in groups, advancing in a mighty force, and their target was the black-robed man standing there in isolation.
“The Hundred Poison Formation?” The black-robed man said with a pleased smile, “You are better than I thought. Very good, this is my good disciple.”
The tone of the bamboo flute changed in a microsecond, and the eyes of the awakened poisonous creatures turned blood red and began to attack the man in black robe.
When the first poisonous snake was about to bite him, the man in black robe resolutely rushed towards the current snake king.
Long snakes were thrown out, poisonous frogs were crushed, and centipedes were stepped on.
The man in black robe raised his hands and kept spitting out some red or black medicine foam.
His black robe kept fluttering, and every time it fluttered, the poisonous creatures that approached would turn around and flee. Then, driven by the music, he would approach and charge again.
Groups fell to the ground, and another group got up and continued to move forward.
Array of a hundred poisons, no one allowed near.
Once you enter the battlefield, you will fight to the death.
Wow-----
A strong light came over.
A car was coming from a distance, and its high beams were on, illuminating the area where the battle was taking place as bright as day.
The current snake king was retreating while playing the bamboo flute in a loop, the black-robed man was chasing forward, and there were the ugly creatures on the ground-----
Bang!
The car door opened, and a young man in white stood in the dazzling light. He became tall and handsome, with a shining light.
The man in white stared coldly at the scene in front of him and shouted angrily: "The sacred place of Yanziwu is also a place where you vicious clowns come to act wildly?"
(PS: Thank you to Xiaoshi Zei Ai Kan brother for the reward of 10,000 yuan, and thank you to Death Tango V4 tycoon for the reward of 10,000 yuan!) (To be continued)