The light in Fang Haohan's palm exploded, as if a white sun suddenly rose in the sky.
The blazing white light enveloped Fang Haohan's body and completely covered the masked man's dark fist.
However, it could not conceal the color of the masked man's fist itself - it was like a black spot on the sun, like a flaw on a bead.
The black fist was filled with powerful energy and an all-consuming evil spirit as it fiercely slammed into Fang Haohan's body.
Whoosh whoosh-------
The wind was howling, and the energy was surging. Between the two of them, a white energy shield composed of energy was formed.
Inside the transparent energy shield, there was no strong wind, no heavy rain, no air currents. They were completely in a vacuum.
The energy shield appeared and disappeared in an instant.
The surrounding raindrops were ejected and transformed into countless powerful bullets.
Snap-------
There was a sound of breaking bones.
This was the first round of struggle, a collision of flesh and a fight of bones. I didn't know whether it was Fang Haohan's bones that were broken or the bones of the man in the mask were cracked.
"Cai family's Wild Fire Fist----" Fang Haohan thought to himself.
There is a saying about Chinese Kung Fu: Southern Fist and Northern Leg. Southern Fist does not refer to a single style of boxing, but means that the boxing in the south of China is superior to that in the north.
Fast, accurate, ruthless, and always able to come up with new and surprising ideas.
In the north, the Baili family's Baili Magic Fist is the best, but in the south, there is the saying of Cai, Li and Huo. Cai's Wildfire Fist, Li's Five Capture Fist and Huo's Mysterious Fist are all elite. They are also the backbone that supports the saying of "Southern Fist and Northern Leg" for hundreds of years.
Fang Haohan is Mo Qingdi's apprentice. Although the old drunk master is not very qualified and is often lazy, Ying Qingdi likes to explain the various characteristics and magical uses of the world's kung fu to Fang Yan and his two apprentices.
The Cai family's Wild Fire Fist was naturally included in his explanation, so Fang Haohan recognized the origin of this style of boxing at first sight.
“Respond to ever-changing situations with the unchanging, and respond to ever-changing situations with the unchanging.”
What remains unchanged is the way he uses his strength, which is fierce, ferocious, strong, and extremely powerful.
Moreover, once the fighting started, it was like a wildfire, fierce and unstoppable, as if it was going to burn everything, burning up the grasslands, mountains and even the black soil on the ground.
What is ever-changing is their boxing style. There are 127 variations of their boxing style, and this was the official number a few years ago. Now, even the old drunkard is probably not clear about how many variations there are.
Wildfire burns the city!
The hooded man is indeed a member of the Cai family, and a very important person. It is precisely because of his distinguished status that he wears a black nightgown and completely covers his head with a black hood.
He used 90% of his strength in this attack.
He wanted to punch Fang Haohan, this stupid-looking big guy, into a pile of bones.
"Prepare to die----" the man in the hood shouted in a muffled voice.
boom-----
The light in Fang Haohan's palm shone again, like a last glimmer of light, or a rebound before death, and then disappeared.
Hiss----
Fang Haohan and the masked man's bodies were motionless at first, and then they bounced in opposite directions at the same time as if they were electrocuted.
Chila-la-----
Fang Haohan's feet slid quickly on the ground, paddling waves of water, and a powerful force pushed his body backwards.
As he retreated, his shrinking body began to expand and grow larger.
Click, click, click-----
The bones in Fang Haohan's body kept creaking, and when he stood in the rain with difficulty, his body returned to its previous skinny and thin shape like a telephone pole.
The masked man's body flew into the air and flew backwards into the distance.
His body passed through the rain, through the green belt next to him, and then fell to the ground with a plop.
Because the ground was too slippery, his body continued to slide after landing on the ground, and finally stopped when it hit a billboard on the side of the road.
"puff-----"
The masked man's chest was heaving, and then he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
He was injured in the blow just now.
He was actually injured.
The Wildfire Fist was known for its fierce force, and the way it exerted force was very special. Normally, a single strike would make even the most powerful masters so excited that they would be unable to calm down for a long time.
But what's going on with this bone monster today
Until now, he still found it difficult to comprehend the significance of those two flashes of brilliance. According to his realm of 'Inner Restrained Divine Aura', even with all his strength, he could only complete one attack of that magnitude.
He drew back his strength, and struck again—
"That's impossible." The hooded man shook his head in denial.
How old is this monster? How is it possible that he has reached the legendary 'Heavenly Dao Realm' where the internal energy circulates endlessly
Or is this a way of exerting force that I am not aware of
The masked man blocked Fang Haohan's first "Flash of Light", but his body was injured by the second inexplicable Flash of Light.
Although the second light was not as bright as the first, and the second force was not as strong as the first - but it was enough to seriously injure the man in the mask, whose old strength had been gone and whose new strength had not yet been generated and whose body was temporarily in a blank state.
He felt as if his internal organs were displaced, and what was even more unbearable was that his right arm was also in excruciating pain.
During the fight, he heard the crisp sound of bones breaking.
It is not difficult to imagine that this is the sound made by one's bones when they can no longer withstand the heavy blow.
The rain poured down heavily, hitting his face and body.
Most of his body was soaked in rain water, and he looked indescribably miserable.
The man with the mask suddenly felt a little regretful. Why did he take this journey
When he heard that the opponent he was going to face was Fang Yan, a rare genius in the Tai Chi lineage that only appears once in a century, he was excited but also disdainful.
Hype, it's all hype.
In today's society, people's hearts are getting worse and worse. Even some people in the inner world have been infected with the bad habits of the outside world.
Kung Fu is acquired through hard practice day and night, how can it be created through packaging and hype
He came out this time to have a good fight with Fang Yan and expose his false face of "Taoism's revival"----
When he came out to perform the mission today, he was a little unhappy when he heard that he might not be able to meet Fang Yan. He came here just for Fang Yan, but if he couldn't even meet Fang Yan, what was the point of coming out
"What? The opponent is Fang Yan's junior apprentice?" After hearing this news, he almost smashed the dining table. He shouted at those people, "Isn't this an insult?"
Now he realized that no one else insulted him, but he himself was the one who insulted him the most-----
“Isn’t this an insult?” When the man with the mask thought of this, he wanted to bury his head in the rain and never lift it up again.
Fang Haohan doesn't care what the man with the mask is thinking. After all, she is not the woman he likes, and they don't have any friendship.
After Fang Haohan stood still, he glanced at the position of the man in the mask and quickly ran towards him.
"Let's kill him first--" Fang Haohan thought to himself. "Anyway, it's just a matter of convenience--"
It must be said that after spending a long time with Fang Yan, he would have acquired some of Fang Yan's character of preferring death to loss and desperately trying to gain advantage. For example, now, he has already defeated his opponent, if he can also get rid of him, then even if he suffers a loss, the loss does not seem that big, right
Of course, a hundred hooded men can't compare to his Xiaoya. Even a million can't compare.
Click, click-----
Fang Haohan bent his body slightly and dived towards the location of the man in the mask.
Ga----
His body spun rapidly.
As he was spinning, a bullet ripped through the edge of his body.
The one-eyed man drove the car towards the place where the man with the mask was with one hand, and with the other hand he raised the silver pistol and pulled the trigger at Fang Haohan.
Fang Haohan dodged to the side of the car, and when the van was about to pass by him, he suddenly jumped up and jumped into the van through the open window.
The one-eyed man was shocked. He had just seen Fang Haohan shrink his bones. But, this guy's ability to drill holes was too amazing, wasn't it
If he knew what Fang Haohan's profession was before he met Mo Qingdi, he probably wouldn't have made such an exclamation.
Fang Haohan drills holes quickly, but the one-eyed dragon reacts even faster.
After he found Fang Haohan next to him, he immediately raised his gun and pulled the trigger at Fang Haohan in the co-pilot seat. There was no pause at all during this process. Not even a second.
Snap----
He pulled the trigger, but no bullet was fired.
Where are the bullets
Where are the bullets
Where are my bullets
Thunderbolt-----
Fang Haohan threw the bullets in his hand to the ground, then snatched the pistol from the one-eyed dragon's hand, and then smashed the heavy gun body into the one-eyed dragon's head.
Snap----
Snap----
Snap----
After just two or three hits, the one-eyed dragon's head was covered in blood.
His forehead was covered in blood, and his only eye became blurred due to the blood.
"There is a road to heaven but you don't take it, there is no door to hell but you break in-----You want to die-----I will send you to death-----"
The one-eyed man had a ferocious face and laughed wildly with his mouth wide open.
He slapped a red button on the steering wheel, and then the van he was riding in exploded into pieces with a bang.
Green liquid splashed everywhere, and the body of the van was quickly corroded into thick smoke.
(PS: I just came back from dinner outside. My little sweetheart was holding her bottle and Winnie the Witch and asked me to tell her a story. I seriously refused. I want to write a story for you.
This is the Weibo post I posted last night. I thought I had to write a chapter no matter what.
As a result, I couldn’t write a single chapter no matter what I did. My head felt dizzy and I couldn’t write a single word. ) (To be continued)