"cough-----"
Exercise the muscles, bones and skin externally, and practice one breath externally. 》Fun>Read》Novel.２3x.com
If there is not that breath in the body, it will be difficult to achieve the indestructible body no matter how hard the muscles, bones and skin are practiced.
Fang Yixing is in that situation. He lacks strength outside his body, so he can rely on his skin to block external damage.
The skin and flesh are like tree bark, the skin and flesh are like steel, and the skin and flesh are like immortals. As far as Fang Yixing is concerned, he is now at the stage where his skin is like bark.
If the black-robed man's kick hit Fang Yan's body, there would be no pain at all and no external damage.
But had that kick hit Fang Yixing, it would have been enough to break his muscles and bones.
He was vomiting blood profusely, and a long knife was tied to one leg and arm, so he could rely on the support of the other leg and arm to get up with difficulty.
Because of the injury and vomiting blood, the heat outside the body is being lost rapidly.
His body was as cold as if he were standing in the wind and snow wearing single clothes.
Fang Yixing tightened the long knife in his legs, bowed his body, and once again rushed towards where the black-robed man was standing.
Machete!
A machete that opens and closes wide!
A life-or-death machete!
His steps were quick, as if he were rushing to meet his death.
His breathing was rapid, as if he was dying.
He raised his right leg high, and the cold and sharp blade struck at the man in black robe again.
The knife just now split his clothes, and that knife should preferably be enough to chop off a piece of his flesh and take off his arm.
It was a battle of equal strength, so Fang Yixing thought about hurting the wrong leg, but never thought about winning.
Of course, the price he paid was death.
That wasn't the reason why he was so reluctant to give up.
Alas, the reality was more cruel than he imagined.
He couldn't even hurt the wrong leg or even touch his body.
Fang Yixing's body was only halfway through the rush when the man in black robe also rushed back in his direction.
The two bodies didn't have time to come into contact, and Fang Yixing's knife didn't have time to hit the east. His body was once again knocked out by the man in black robe with his black robe.
Tsk la la----
Fang Yixing's body staggered back, but he did not fall to the ground again.
The man in black robe still charged towards Fang Yixing, and while catching up with Fang Yixing's pace, he flew him away again.
Then he chased after him again and kicked Fang Yixing away again.
boom-----
After receiving repeated heavy blows, Fang Yixing finally lost his balance. His body lay on the ground, like a huge ice ball on the ice, being pushed back and rolling.
Click!
Fang Yixing inserted the long knife in his leg into the frozen soil east of the ice and snow.
The frozen soil was cut open quickly by the blade. His arm strength was not enough to insert the knife deeper, and Fang Yixing's body gravity drove it out in a long straight line. .
clang!
The long knife hit a hard stone, and Fang Yixing's body stopped again after being blocked by the stone.
It hurt more that time than before.
Fang Yixing lay on the ground and coughed vigorously, and then large amounts of bright red blood spurted out from his mouth.
Blood flowed back into his mouth and choked into his throat, making him cough even more violently.
The corners of his mouth were stained red with blood, his face was suppressed and turned purple, and large tears flowed out.
Cha-----
Cha-----
Cha-----
The sound of footsteps is getting closer.
The man in black robe stood beside Fang Yixing, looked at him from a high position, and said: "Do I really want to get up? Give up, that will be more comfortable. He respects me, and I am very few people he is willing to respect. . Just like the person he killed just now - everyone is afraid of death, but we are not afraid. He respects those who can do things that he cannot."
Fang Yixing wanted to shut up, but the blood in his throat made him cough again. The cough was heartbreaking.
When he felt a little more comfortable, he climbed up again with the support of his legs and arms. The long knife tied to his legs and arms cut the palm of his leg, and strands of blood flowed along the long knife.
He used all his strength to walk, and then stood up again with the tip of the long knife.
The pain was severe all over my body, and my external organs were also severely injured.
He struggled to stand up straight, raised his head and looked at the man in black robe standing one step away in front of him, and struck the man in black robe with the long sword in his leg.
boom!
Fang Yixing's body soared in the air again, and then fell heavily to the ground.
His body lay in the snow, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could no longer stand up.
Blood bubbles were spitting out from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were looking at the vast sky unwillingly.
Why----can't I just slash to the east with a knife
Cha----
Cha-----
Cha-----
That damn voice came again.
It was not like the sound of an adult man's footsteps, but like the noisy sound of a cat and a rabbit stepping on the snow.
Even his usual walking was so slight. If he tried hard to hide his whereabouts, no one would be able to detect him.
The man in black robe looked at Fang Yixing's desperate eyes and said, "He doesn't have what I said, but no - he is very alive."
He crouched down and stretched out his legs to grab Fang Yixing's neck.
He likes to torture people, and he likes to torture his own wrong legs.
But no, he had promised Fang Yixing just now that he would not torture him and asked him to die happily.
It hurts, and it hurts fast.
He is a man who keeps his word.
Chirp chirp-----
Suddenly, a red snake with golden threads scurried to his side. After sniffing his black robe for a while, it crawled up to his legs and arms with a familiarity, and lay down on the black robed man's legs and palms. Chirping and hissing at him.
Not just demonstrating, but acting coquettishly.
The man in black robe stretched out his legs and stroked the golden snake's little head, with a stiff but gentle smile on his face.
"I never thought there would be such a day-----" The man in black robe sighed softly. "I will also be their snake slave."
Cha-----
Cha-----
Cha------
The same sound, the same rhythm as when he walked.
A thin figure appeared behind him, a man wearing red linen with one eye on his face.
An extremely ugly man, so ugly that I would blame God for being so cruel.
"Does he know me?" said the thin man. "He's been looking for me. The way I run away, the legs I hide. The way I hunt. Even before I grill every animal, I use a blade to peel off its skin and let the blood fill their bones." Inside-----does he know about me?"
The man in black robe stood up holding the golden snake and turned to look at the thin figure.
"He asked him about his family just now." The man in black robe said. "He thought for a long time, and the only thing he could think of was me - he thought, if he had ever had a home, it would have been in Xiangxi, with me and my sister. Only a home with people Home, there is no one where he lives now.”
"My sister was captured. They used her to threaten him and asked him to kill for them." The thin figure said. "He can't refuse because he has a sister."
"He knows." The man in black robe said hoarsely. "When he leaves, I have a sister."
"Why did I ask to leave?"
"Because he is just like me." The man in black robe laughed, his voice even more harsh and unpleasant. It's like opening a small hole in your throat, and when you close your mouth or smile, wind blows in through that small hole. "He became their snake slave. Comrades in western Hunan all regard them as monarchs, but no, their fate is to be just a slave who kills and sets fire for others. And it is not a slave to a human, but a snake Slaves. They don’t deserve to be human.”
"Who can catch me?"
"Who can catch him?" The man in black robe smiled even more exaggeratedly. It's so unpleasant that it makes people cover their ears. "They are just monsters full of poison. Compared with those big shots, who are they? As long as they have a heart and have needs, they can become their prey at any time ----- Just like they can throw ferocious tigers and swift cheetahs into hunting parks at any time for people to hunt. The difference between them and those tigers and leopards is that they have tools to help them hunt."
"A long time ago, when I taught him how to raise snakes, I knew he would have such a fate, didn't he?"
"No." The man in black robe said without any hesitation. "His master was also their snake slave. He thought he was an exception, but it turned out that he was not. He hoped that I could be an exception, but it turned out that I was not an exception. Perhaps, there will never be an exception."
The thin man pointed to his empty, spooky-looking eye sockets and said, "He gave him his snake eyes----"
"That's why I beg to sacrifice my life for him." The man in black robe read with understanding. "If I don't sacrifice my life for him, he will crush my snake eyes and make me explode with blood and die. In that case, I won't be able to save my sister-----"
"No." said the thin man. "His mission is to protect him from harm. Therefore, he cannot let me kill him. If he dies, he must die too. My sister must die too. He has been looking for me for so long, he has been following me for so long, countless He followed me several times, and then tried his best to find me - just because he was worried that I wanted to kill someone. Or he was worried that I was killing the person he wanted to protect."
The man in black robe pondered for a moment and took the black robe with his head back to the east.
His hair was as messy as a pheasant's nest, with some lying down like cow hairs and some sticking up like weeds. There were countless cuts on the left side of his face, crisscrossed and messy, like a heart-stopping spider web.
There is a sarcoma on the right side of his face, which is brownish red. There are countless small holes that are densely packed, and it seems that there is a terrifying monster in each small hole.
Like the thin man, he also has eyes.
He has no name, but no, those who know him call him Snake Lord.
He was the former Snake Lord and is now the Snake Lord's master.
(ps: Thanks to Xing Yexie and Buttercup 47 for the 10,000-dollar reward for that wrong kid!)