pain!
Tearing pain!
Fang Yan touched his head with his hand, and there was a large amount of sticky warm fluid on the palms between his fingers.
As Fang Yan expected, his head was broken and bleeding!
Smart people are so cool, everything is in their own calculations. Including being beaten like a dog.
Fang Yan quickly touched his face again, and the red moisture on his hands was all stained on his face, making it impossible for him to tell whether his face was injured or not.
"I hope his face isn't disfigured." Fang Yan prayed silently in his heart.
He pushed himself up with one hand and leaped straight into the air. When he fell, his toes touched the ground first.
The martial arts fanatic Hou Zhendong did not pursue the victory. He stood there, looking at Fang Yan, and said, "Boy, you are too careless."
Fang Yan nodded and said, "Indeed, I was too careless. You are very powerful, even more powerful than I thought."
The martial arts fanatic smiled and said, "You are not weak either. You were hit so hard by my sword array and didn't lose an arm or a leg. You are considered one of the best among the younger generation."
"How can a man who can fight with Qinglong Moqingdi be a simple man?"
The smile on Wu Chi's face froze, and he said angrily, "Asshole, how can you talk like that? Are you praising me or insulting me? How can a man who can fight with Qinglong Mo Qingdi be a simple man? Mo Qingdi and I are equals, and we are opponents of the same level. Why do I feel like it's a great honor to fight him? Heroes are rare, masters are hard to find, do you understand this feeling?"
"I understand." Fang Yan nodded. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have come to me."
"You are good at flattering yourself." Wu Chi said with a smile, "My Cracking Skill is pretty good, right? The first time I saw you, you solved my Fairy Flower Offering, and I wanted to make you suffer. After we met a few times, I wanted to lure you into a trap. Every time I used Cracking Skill with my feet, I made you lose your judgment during the battle and thought that I only knew how to use Cracking Skill with my feet. I didn't expect that you would really fall for it - you are not as smart as that little girl said."
"Little girl?" Fang Yan was stunned.
Wu Chi looked at Fang Yan with a face full of resentment and said, "You are such a ruthless pretty boy. You forget about the old one when you find someone new. When we first met, you even took the girl to a teahouse by the Pearl River for tea. It's only been a few days. When I went to look for you today, you were involved with another girl. Have you lost your conscience? Why are there always such beautiful women around you? Where did you find them?"
"-----"
The topic of martial arts fanatic jumped too quickly, making Fang Yan feel overwhelmed.
Wu Chi waved his hands and said, "Life is important. I have been obsessed with martial arts all my life. To me, martial arts is the sexiest woman. You have enjoyed all the good fortune in the world, so let me also enjoy this boundless beauty."
"-------" You have to admire the language skills of some people. No matter how serious the topic is, when it comes out of his mouth, it makes people feel vulgar and obscene.
Fang Yan was still thinking about what to say to bring this bad atmosphere back on track, but Wu Chi was already very impatient.
Without any movement, he raised his right foot and stomped it hard. A strong stream of white air rushed out, like a long white dragon drilling holes in the hard stone ground.
Snap-----
This is the sound of grass and trees being cut down, leaving no room for resistance.
A long crack appeared on the ground, and a long dragon of air flow pointed directly at the position where Fang Yan was standing.
After stomping his foot, Wu Chi lowered his body and dived towards the direction where Fang Yan was.
He clenched his fists and punched Fang Yan in the face.
Chila----
A flash of white lightning flashed in front of Fang Yan. Because the night was too dark and the lightning was too white, it illuminated the surrounding area within a radius of several meters as bright as day.
Hiss-----
Where lightning flashes, there are sparks that burn the air.
Fang Yan tapped the ground with his toes and continuously performed the swaying steps from Drunken Crane Riding the Wind, his body moving backwards continuously.
The martial arts fanatic seized the initiative and launched a powerful offensive.
One punch missed, and another punch came out.
Chila-----
White lightning appeared again, illuminating Wu Chi's cold, serious, and almost vicious face.
A martial arts fanatic may not look handsome when fighting seriously, but he does look manly.
"Strange, why do I have such thoughts?" Fang Yan thought in annoyance. He felt that he had been led astray by his martial arts obsession and could no longer be a decent handsome man.
Fang Yan still used Drunken Crane Riding the Wind to dodge, using the unintentional to deal with the intentional.
The key to the Drunken Crane Riding the Wind is that as long as it senses the airflow, it will avoid it in the opposite direction. Every punch and kick thrown by others is "wind" to him. Good wind will help me soar to the sky.
Although Fang Yan couldn't reach Qingyun, he still took small steps quickly on the top of the sword peak.
The martial arts fanatic's attacks had already formed into a formation, his fists formed into a fist formation, countless white air currents and lightning burst in front of him, countless stars appeared and disappeared in the air, and as a result, his own life was too short.
One lightning bolt after another, countless lightning bolts intersected and collided, once again brewing a lightning ball that was calm on the outside but violent on the inside, which could potentially shatter people into pieces once it exploded.
Fang Yan had already suffered a loss once, so he would not touch those lightnings again.
Even though he was very confident in his Tai Chi Heart, even though he could clearly see the lines of every punch thrown by Wu Chi in the Tai Chi Realm, and could find the safest gap among the countless red lines and put his arm in it——
However, he would never do such a stupid thing again.
Wu Chi's attacks were getting faster and faster, and the movement of his fists had turned into a phantom. The shadows of his fists and the light of lightning intertwined together, and the scene was both beautiful and dangerous.
His body rushed forward like an angry bull, and every step shook the earth.
Fang Yan's small steps became faster and faster, and finally Fang Yan's figure disappeared in the fist shadow and lightning.
Only after close contact and face-to-face combat did Fang Yan truly feel the horror of the martial arts fanatic.
His punches could crack the air, and every step he took could crack the earth's crust.
In other words, Fang Yan had to face his fists while also being on guard against the endless little movements of his feet.
No matter if the upper body is hit by him or the lower body is attacked by him, it will be immediately cracked by his Cracking Skill - based on Fang Yan's understanding of him, he can definitely do this.
Retreating is not Fang Yan's style, escaping is.
He really wanted to turn around and run down the mountain, if he could get away.
Why did she want to fight this guy for no reason? He didn't fight with her for Ye Wenrou, and he didn't kill her father. Why did she have to fight like this
Oh, by the way, Fang Yan has a violent temper in his heart.
Fang Yan decided to release the extremely heavy and almost overflowing anger in his body. When he thought of this, he had already thought of clenching his fists and fighting back.
Just when he was about to bite the bullet and punch back, Wu Chi threw out more than a dozen punches in succession, and the dozen punches turned into more than a dozen lightning bolts-----
People with strong internal strength are willful and they punch as if they are free.
Fang Yan had no choice but to continue retreating.
Keep moving backwards.
However, if he retreated any further, he would be forced to the edge of the cliff by the martial arts fanatic.
He was getting closer and closer to the cliff. He could already hear his retreating feet kicking out the rocks, which rolled down to the foot of the mountain.
There is no way to retreat, we have to retreat again!
According to Wu Chi's attack method, he originally intended to force Fang Yan off the cliff.
Like a violent storm, like a broken pearl curtain, like a lute played randomly, like a guitar plucked wildly.
The martial arts fanatic was completely immersed in his own sense of rhythm.
When a person does something extremely smoothly, he will develop a sense of rhythm.
It's like this when you're singing, typing, and even fighting someone.
Even though the martial arts fanatic didn't intend to beat Fang Yan to death at this moment, he couldn't stop what he was doing.
Because this is the most wonderful thing in the world.
To a martial arts fanatic, this is a million times more wonderful than love between a man and a woman.
Cracking skill!
Cracks everywhere!
His punches cracked, his kicks cracked, his slaps cracked, and even his mouth cracked when he opened it and screamed out of sheer pleasure.
His tongue is as sharp as a spear and his mouth is as sharp as lightning.
"ah------"
The martial arts fanatic started yelling.
He felt that today's fight was extremely exciting.
It feels so comfortable to be able to hit and attack however you want.
In the past, when he fought with others, the weaker ones could not withstand his three punches and two kicks and fell down. The stronger ones were knocked down after he attacked for a while.
Of course, this almost never happens.
Just once or twice, two or three times-----
But Fang Yan was different. No matter how hard he hit or attacked, Fang Yan just retreated calmly.
Don't underestimate the word "retreat". In the eyes of true masters, retreating is more difficult than advancing.
Because the human body is accustomed to marching forward, it is easy to lose balance or be knocked down by objects when moving backward.
Moreover, under his high-tempo punching, Fang Yan remained orderly even when retreating, and kept trying to counterattack.
This is extremely valuable!
"What a joy! What a joyful fight!" the martial arts fanatic shouted loudly. He wished he could tear off all his clothes and run naked on the top of the mountain.
"Pooh------" Fang Yan spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm.
"It feels so good-----woo------" Wu Chi only felt a mouthful of thick phlegm sliding into his mouth, and before he could react, it had already flowed down the river. (To be continued)