Fang Yan is not stupid!
Just as Bai Xiu said, in the eyes of many people, Fang Yan was too smart, and he was not on the same path as them. This was why they were determined to get rid of him.
However, at this moment Fang Yan was doing something extremely stupid.
Lessons learned from the blood and tears of countless predecessors: fight if you can win, run if you can’t win, and pretend to be dead if you can’t run away.
Fang Yan has always used this sentence as his code of conduct. However, when facing the gray-robed man, a peerless strong man, he threw the wise words of his predecessor out of his mind and rushed forward to fight with the man in a fit of heat.
Fall down again and again, get up again and again.
The gray-robed man's palm power was powerful, and every time it hit Fang Yan's chest, it was like a huge hammer hitting him hard - if it weren't for the Tai Chi Heart that always defended at the first moment, Fang Yan's chest would have collapsed and he would have been beaten to death or knocked unconscious.
boom----
Fang Yan fell to the ground again.
After struggling for a while, he once again climbed out of the pile of rocks with difficulty.
His head and face were covered in dust. Apart from his blood-red eyes that still shone with an unyielding light, his other facial features were difficult to discern through the dust.
Fang Yan straightened his body again and walked towards the man in gray robe again.
His body became more bent, and he walked like a boiled shrimp.
His body was shaking, but every step he took was extremely firm.
His eyes were fixed on the target, the gray-robed man who was slapping him away with one palm after another.
He had only one target, the gray-robed man who had snatched away his father's murderer, Bai Xiu, and was almost about to take his life.
He knew that he was very strong, he knew that his energy was very deep, he knew that he had become famous decades earlier than himself, he knew that he was one of the best masters in the world, he knew that even if the old drunkard Mo Xiaodi came, he might not be able to stop him----
so what
Is that the reason for you to give in and escape
Besides, Fang Yan knew very well that although he didn't know the identity of the gray-robed man, his intervention at this time to protect Bai Xiu proved that he was the more powerful planner that Fenghuang mentioned - he occupied a dominant or dominating position in this killing game.
Bai Xiu is his mortal enemy, and this man in gray robe is also his mortal enemy.
If I beg for mercy this time, how can I face them next time
If I retreat this time, when will I be able to avenge my father
Based on Fang Yan's understanding of Bai Xiu, if this guy succeeds in escaping this time, he will definitely change his name and even disfigure himself so that you can never find him again.
Fang Yan had to insist, and he also had to be an idiot!
Bang----
Bang----
Bang----
Because every step is taken firmly, the footsteps seem heavy.
Every time Fang Yan stepped down, stones would be crushed and grass would be squeezed to produce juice.
Whoosh-----
The gray-robed man's body disappeared.
When he appeared again, he slapped Fang Yan on the chest.
There are no complicated movements and no palm shadows flying all over the sky.
It was just a simple, ordinary-looking palm strike.
Of course, that palm strike was so fast that it almost stopped people’s breathing.
boom----
When the gray-robed man's palm was about to hit Fang Yan's chest, something strange happened.
A fist appeared in front of his palm, and it came at the speed of lightning. It was Fang Yan's fist that was intercepted.
Fang Yan prepared countless times, and this time he finally figured out the trajectory of the gray-robed man's palm.
boom----
Palms and fists met, and strong energy carried out the fighting.
Pa-la-la-la----
The air was burning, the space was torn apart, and the palms and fists that collided with each other could no longer be seen clearly.
"I blocked it-----" Fang Yan grinned. This was his ideal, his goal. He really wanted to kill the gray-robed man with one punch, but of course, he knew it was impossible.
Therefore, he just wanted to take his blow and have a head-on fight with him.
"Do you think you can stop me like this?" The gray-robed man's body became illusory again. Fang Yan knew that it was a natural human reaction when his speed reached an extreme state. Just like when we watch the American TV series "The Flash", when the human body transcends certain laws, two real you may appear. You can even run to the past and the future.
"Dream on." The gray-robed man and Fang Yan's fists suddenly collided and the palms of their hands suddenly increased in force again.
Fang Yan also increased his strength at the same time, which was the use of the second level of energy.
Normally, when a human body throws a punch, it has to go through a process of recovering and recharging the force. But for these peerless masters, this process can be simplified or even completely eliminated.
You can keep applying force.
Double strength!
Triple power!
Even to the legendary fourth level of strength!
boom----
The two people's energy collided again.
Fang Yan's chest felt tight and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The gray-robed man trembled and a look of pain appeared on his face.
Viewed from the outside, the gray-robed man's palm and Fang Yan's fist had never separated at all. It looked like the two were constantly competing in internal strength.
However, the gray-robed man and Fang Yan knew clearly that they had already fought three times in this short period of time.
Every time is extremely dangerous and you can be crushed to pieces if you are not careful.
boom----
The man in gray robe exerted force again, and Fang Yan followed suit.
A fight between three levels of energy!
The Tai Chi heart in the body was spinning wildly, and the Tai Chi Pisces continuously transmitted vitality and energy to Fang Yan's fist.
If it weren't for the formation of Tai Chi Pisces before, Fang Yan would have been exhausted and stepped on by the gray-robed man.
Fang Yan was just about to exert force for the fourth time when a sharp force suddenly came from the palm of the gray-robed man's hand.
Palm sword!
In other words, this is a palm-sized sword!
Use energy to condense the sword and kill people invisibly.
Fang Yan only felt a sharp pain in his fist, and then his body flew backwards.
Snap----
This fall was much more severe and tragic than the countless previous ones. When he tried to use his elbows and knees to prop up his body, his arms went limp and his upper body, which had just been raised up, fell to the ground again.
Fang Yan lay on the hard and uneven ground, looking up at the dark sky above his head.
There was no moon or stars in the sky, only a huge black curtain covering it.
It blocked the air, blocked the light, and blocked hope.
Fang Yan felt that his breathing was becoming more and more difficult, and his heart was becoming more and more depressed.
He had a strong urge.
I want to tear apart the darkness above my head and breathe in a breath of fresh air outside.
Fang Yan raised the fist that he had used to fight the gray-robed man into the air. His fist felt burning with pain and it was shaking as he raised it. Bright red blood was flowing out of the wound.
This fist is also scrapped!
"Can't bow my head-----" Fang Yan gritted his teeth and said to himself: "The crown will fall---"
He rolled over like a hedgehog, then stood up using his legs as support.
"No bleeding----" Fang Yan said to himself again: "Idiots know how to laugh."
He tore off a piece of cloth from his body and bandaged the wound on his hand caused by the sword energy tightly.
Then, he identified the direction where the gray-robed man was standing and walked towards him again.
"If you can't kill me, I will kill you." This is Fang Yan's most persistent and only thought in his mind.
The gray-robed man looked extremely embarrassed.
Fang Yan got up again and again and rushed towards him again and again, which was a provocation to the man in gray robe.
He stared at Fang Yan with cold eyes and said, "It seems that you are ready to die?"
"No." Fang Yan grinned, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. "Death is something I can't prepare for even if I have a hundred years."
"I have to say that I admire your perseverance, but I have lost my patience with you." The gray robe man said. "Originally I had no intention of killing anyone tonight, but now I have changed my mind. Witnessing the birth of a miracle is a wonderful thing, but killing a miracle is also memorable."
The gray-robed man's voice became weaker and weaker, and his body disappeared from the spot.
Fang Yan concentrated and was on guard, waiting for his next attack.
To his surprise, this time the gray-robed man did not attack immediately, nor did he slap him in the chest.
His body turned into a breeze, circling around Fang Yan's body----
Whoosh-----
His body appeared and Fang Yan punched out.
Hiss----
Fang Yan punched the black-robed man's black robe, and the robe made a sound of tearing fabric.
However, Fang Yan knew that he had fallen into a trap----
Escape!
Fang Yan only felt the back of his throat tighten, and then his body lost control of itself.
The gray-robed man looked so thin, but he lifted Fang Yan's body into the air so easily.
The man in black grabbed Fang Yan's throat, looked closely at his red face, and said, "You are a genius, but you are too young----"
He pushed harder and harder, and Fang Yan's consciousness became increasingly blurred.
He did not break Fang Yan's neck directly, but wanted to kill Fang Yan slowly and suffocate him to death.
The martial arts fanatic was very anxious and ran towards the gray-robed man, chopping his palm at his back.
Thunderbolt----
Cracked Palm!
The gray-robed man waved his left hand, and the cracking energy of the cracked palm disappeared out of thin air.
"Do you know what you are doing?" The gray-robed man stared at Wu Chi with his gray eyes and asked in a deep voice.
"Please let him live - he is too young and doesn't understand -" Wu Chi pleaded.
"It's too late." The gray robe man said. "No one can have two chances--"
"Fang Yan-----" Fenghuang wanted to get up from the ground, but she had lost too much blood and had lost the support of her body. She didn't even have the strength to get up. She could only shout Fang Yan's name in a sad and angry voice, but she couldn't do anything to help Fang Yan.
"Song, why bother planting rice?" A clear and peaceful voice came from above. (To be continued)