"Save me-----" The black car driver's head was sticking out of the car door, and half of his body was stuck inside the car. His body was covered in blood, and there was a pool of blood on the ground. He must have been injured somewhere.
He roared and waved to Jiang Shangxin for help.
There were only four people present, Fang Yan, the fisherman, Jiang Shangxin, and the driver. Fang Yan and the fisherman were fighting and could not be distracted to save him. He could only put his hope on Jiang Shangxin.
Jiang Shangxin just looked at Fang Yan with a dull look, completely unaware of the driver's look and cries for help.
This was not the first time that Jiang Shangxin saw Fang Yan take action, but he was once again conquered by his kung fu.
Just now her body was lifted up by a gas, and by the time she reacted, she was already several meters away. What happened
How could Fang Yan jump so high and fly into the air like a bird
Also----a slap can make a big hole in the roof of the car. Is this a magic trick
Fang Yan slapped out thirty-eight palms in a row. Because his movements were too fast, Jiang Shangxin only saw him slap out one palm.
In the eyes of bystanders, the truth was that Fang Yan slapped the roof of the car from a high position, and the roof sank into the body of the car.
Jiang Shangxin was not stupid. She knew that when Fang Yan and the fisherman were fighting, it was the best time for her to leave.
However, Jiang Shangxin did not leave.
She knew Fang Yan was very powerful, but what if Fang Yan couldn't beat the old fisherman wearing sunglasses
People say that a woman in love has an IQ of zero. This statement is especially suitable for Jiang Shangxin.
Because I'm in love, I have more things to worry about.
When Fang Yan's tornado blasted out, the fisherman knew that this boy was incredibly powerful.
That is the power of nature, an irresistible force. No matter whether you block it or break it, you can't do anything. The only way is to avoid it and escape.
He shook his wrist, and the silk line in front of the fishing rod flew towards the big tree next to him.
The silk thread was wrapped around the tree trunk, and he rushed out like Spider-Man releasing flying silk.
Yes, the fisherman holding the fishing rod does look like the superhero created by Hollywood: Spider-Man!
The fisherman's feet were dangling in the air, and his entire body was hung on the tree trunk by the silk thread.
The tree trunk creaked and looked like it would break at any moment.
Fang Yan looked at the fisherman and said, "I am very happy to be praised by the fisherman. How about we stop fighting and find a place to drink tea and chat?"
The fisherman sneered and said, "I told you you're fat and you're already panting. We've only just started, not even warmed up yet, and you want to run away?"
"I'm not trying to run away, I'm just afraid of hurting you." Fang Yan said, "I'm only thinking about you." "This is just a little bit of my strength, not even one-tenth of mine, and you keep praising me, saying that a tiger master has no grandson and a hero is born young-----"
"I didn't say heroes emerge from youth----"
"But you showed this intention. This makes you so amazed, which proves that your strength is definitely far inferior to mine. Anyway, you can't beat me, so there is no need for us to fight, right? If I really hurt you, won't my grandfather break my legs when I go back?"
"You sharp-tongued fellow----" the fisherman shouted angrily, "Your grandfather doesn't need to break your dog legs, I will break your dog legs right now----"
As the fisherman spoke, he flicked his wrist.
Snap------
The branch where the fishing line was hanging broke, and flew towards Fang Yan with its lush branches and leaves.
Whoosh whoosh-----
The branches carried the sound of the wind, and leaves fell during the flight.
However, the falling leaves did not fly away with the wind, but stabbed towards Fang Yan like leaf knives.
Flying flowers and fallen leaves can hurt people, this is what these masters of the inner world are talking about.
Fang Yan's body spun on the spot, and Drunken Crane Riding the Wind made her look like a butterfly flying among the flowers.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh-----
The blade passed through his head, cheeks, ribs, crotch and other parts of his body, but could not touch his body.
In the eyes of the general, Fang Yan at this time was strolling leisurely in the rain of swords, with an extremely carefree and unrestrained posture.
Bang bang bang bang-----
The blades stabbed into the ground or onto the black car, cutting holes in the car's body.
There were two leaves piercing the thighs of the black taxi driver. He watched the leaves flying towards him but could not avoid them. He could only scream and wail again and again.
The most terrible thing was the thick tree trunks thrown by the silver wires. They rushed towards Fang Yan's head with a roar, as if they were attacking indiscriminately.
Fang Yan did not dodge or evade, but rushed straight towards the tree trunk.
When he was about to get close, he suddenly threw a punch.
The tree trunks suddenly exploded with popping sounds, like lit firecrackers.
Fang Yan's body was still rushing forward, towards the fisherman who was rushing towards him.
The fisherman held a fishing rod in his hand, and the rod stabbed into Fang Yan's chest like a sword.
What was even more bizarre was that the fishing line seemed to have eyes and was actually wrapping around Fang Yan's body from behind.
There are spears in front and silk nets behind. They attack from both sides, making it difficult for people to move forward or backward.
Fang Yan neither advanced nor retreated. His body stood still instantly, and then he stepped on the yin and yang poles and began to spin rapidly on the spot.
Whoosh----
The long line passed by him and attacked the fisherman.
The fishing rod in the fisherman's hand carries the sound of wind and thunder, and it is not a long sword but it carries a murderous intent.
The bamboo pole in the fisherman's hand kept shaking, as if it was too old to exert any strength.
The snake spits out its core!
Fang Yan's eyes, forehead, mouth, throat, chest and abdomen were all targets for the fisherman to attack. If he wasn't careful, he would be shot to death.
Fang Yan's charge did not slow down, and his steps remained steady and firm.
The heart of Tai Chi spins wildly, and the domain of Tai Chi also unfolds in full swing.
In Fang Yan's mind, the bamboo pole in the fisherman's hand turned into a long red snake.
The snake's head trembled constantly, but the tail remained motionless.
Hit the snake at its most vulnerable part!
Fang Yan slashed across with his palm.
Snap!
The snake's head was cut off and the bamboo pole broke into two pieces.
The fisherman held the broken branch and stabbed again, and Fang Yan chopped and hung again.
Snap!
Stab again!
Chop again!
Snap!
Stab again!
Chop again!
The fisherman stabbed seven times in a row, and Fang Yan chopped seven times in a row.
Every time the bamboo was chopped down, a piece of it would break off.
Soon, only a small piece of the bamboo pole was left in the fisherman's hand.
When the general saw this scene, the smile on his face did not yet spread out, and he saw the fisherman had already raised the half-broken bamboo pole in his hand and stabbed it towards Fang Yan's chest.
"Fang Yan------" the general called out anxiously.
Chi------
The bamboo pole pierced into Fang Yan's body, and the bamboo pole in the fisherman's hand completely sank into it and disappeared.
"Fang Yan-----" Jiang Shangxin was really scared.
She looked at the sharp bamboo pole disappearing above Fang Yan's body in disbelief, unwilling to believe what she saw.
Fang Yan stood up to protect herself. If Fang Yan was injured or killed as a result, then - how could she have the face to continue living
Her eyes were wet and big tears rolled down her cheeks.
Her body was shaking violently. She wanted to rush over to check on Fang Yan, but she found that her legs had no strength to move at all.
She was not there when her father passed away, and all she saw was his swollen body. So she couldn't understand that feeling.
Now, Fang Yan died in battle right in front of his eyes. This feeling was truly heart-wrenching.
The fisherman landed a successful strike and stepped back.
Fang Yan stood still, looked at the fisherman and said, "Have you already calculated this?"
The fisherman nodded and said, "I expected you to block five of my swords, but I didn't expect you to block seven of my swords-----"
"And what about the eighth sword?"
"There is no eighth sword," said the fisherman. "The first blow is powerful, the second is weak, the third is exhausted -- I can practice against common sense to stab the fifth sword, which is my limit. If you can't kill someone with three swords, it's your opponent. If you can't kill someone with five swords, it's a master. If you can't kill someone with seven swords, it's my killer --"
"So you chose to give up?" Fang Yan asked.
"No, I just chose to let you attack-----" The fisherman looked at Fang Yan and said. "When I stabbed out the eighth sword, I thought you would fight back------You have the heart of Tai Chi and can clearly see the trajectory of my sword. When I attacked, you only needed a simple little dragon-catching hand to grab the sword, and then take advantage of the situation to stab it into my chest or the third rib under my ribs------Unfortunately, you didn't do that."
Fang Yan smiled and said, "I can't do that."
"Why?"
"Because you are my grandfather's friend." Fang Yan said. "Although my grandfather always calls you a hanged ghost, I know that he regards you as a friend in his heart-----"
The fisherman looked sad and said, "What a pity, what a pity-------"
"It's nothing to regret." Fang Yan said comfortingly. "You are alive, and he is alive too. Isn't it worth it for both of you to get drunk?"
The fisherman laughed out loud, patted Fang Yan's shoulder vigorously, and said, "Well said, I'm alive, and he's alive too, isn't this worth getting drunk?"
The fisherman looked at Fang Yan and said, "Boy, I lost. I lost shamelessly, but I also lost with all my heart-------"
Fang Yan pulled out the half bamboo pole stuck in his ribs, handed it to the fisherman with both hands, and said, "Thank you for your guidance, senior."
Fang Yan also saw the fisherman's eighth sword just now and grasped its pulse with the heart of Tai Chi.
When it stabbed with the sword, Fang Yan shifted his body and used his arm to pick up the half bamboo pole, blocking the fisherman's attack wave.
"What advice is there? You just defeated me with your real talent and knowledge," said the fisherman.
He reached out to take the half bamboo pole that Fang Yan handed over, and then inserted it into his chest with his backhand.
Snap------
There was a sound of flesh being pierced, and then blood instantly dyed his chest red.
"Senior------" Fang Yan hurriedly stopped him.
The fisherman waved his hands and said, "Don't worry, you won't die."
"---------"
The fisherman looked at Fang Yan meaningfully and said, "Originally, you should have been the one to stab him with the sword. Since you didn't want to do it, I had to do it for you------"
The fisherman looked at Shangxin, who was crying not far away, and said, "Go. Go. Follow him and never come back - it's not worth it for you to come back." (To be continued)