The network cable is silky and extremely sticky. It's hard to escape once you get on it.
Fang Yan's head was covered by a giant net, and his feet were traps and pits they had set.
It is extremely dangerous to go up or down, and it is difficult for people to escape the encirclement quickly in the four directions of front, back, left and right.
Countless men in black are rushing here, and the only thing waiting for Fang Yan is death.
This is the most dangerous moment Fang Yan encounters.
The more dangerous the situation, the more important it is to stay calm. Because any moment of negligence on your part may cost you your life.
The heart of Tai Chi rotates extremely fast, and the realm of Tai Chi is fully expanded.
The whole world suddenly became quiet. The wind stopped blowing, the snow stopped falling, and those people stopped moving.
The originally transparent network cable turned into a red line, which was clearly visible in Fang Yan's brain. Densely packed horizontal and vertical lines intersect and extend infinitely outward, seemingly without borders.
There was a flash of fire on the red line, which turned out to be a power grid. When it completely wraps Fang Yan's body, the burst of electric energy can knock people out or even kill them directly.
The realm of Tai Chi is all the realm of gods.
Mountains, rivers, cattle, sheep, people, and even flowers and grass are all controlled by gods.
In the realm of Tai Chi, Fang Yan is the real king and god.
His speed is faster than Skynet's fall, and his killing moves are more violent and cruel than the man in black.
Fang Yan increased his speed to the extreme and rushed towards the group of men in black like an evil tiger attacking a sheep.
Whoosh—
He grabbed a man in black by the neck. The man still kept charging forward. He could see the surprised and disbelieving face of the man in black.
The man in black didn't understand. Although everyone was still some distance away and he had already calculated the time of contact, why did he grab his neck in an instant
Click!
Fang Yan easily broke his neck.
When the man in black's body lost gravity and slowly collapsed to the ground, Fang Yan had already rushed towards the second, third and more men in black -
Click—
Click—
Click—
The sound of beans popping kept ringing. The sounds merged into one sound.
If someone's eyes could follow Fang Yan's speed, they would be surprised to see this extremely weird scene. A group of men in black stood in various charging postures, and Fang Yan was stalking them like a reaper of life. The front is pierced.
With every snap, a life is disappearing.
The sound stopped and Fang Yan's figure disappeared.
Thunder crackle—
Men in black fell down one after another.
Swish—
The power grid that gave people the feeling of falling rapidly just now slowly fell down, covering the man in black lying on the ground, and then made a sizzling sound of electricity being released.
Bang bang bang—
Those men in black who fell to the ground were attacked by strong electric current. Even though they were no longer breathing, their bodies were still bounced up and down by the electric current, as if they were dancing a zombie dance.
Click, click, click—
Their fallen or bouncing bodies touched the mechanisms installed on the ground, and one mechanical foot clip bounced out one after another, making a heart-wrenching sound.
Fang Yan stood outside the net. The prey just now became the hunter now, watching everything that happened in front of him coldly.
Those people, they deserve to die!
A young man in green clothes walked out. He was not tall, but had a clear temperament. His temples were slightly raised, and he had a restrained look at first glance.
He didn't even look at his companions in black in the pit, but looked at Fang Yan with burning eyes, and said: "I know those real Juele masters who can't stop you, how could they be broken by a broken net?" Can you defeat it with just a few foot clamps? High technology? Technology can sometimes be very powerless - is what you showed just now the legendary heart of Tai Chi? That feeling of stopping time - it's really enviable."
Fang Yan did not respond to the man in Tsing Yi's question, but took the initiative to rush towards him.
My father has lost news. Any more delay will mean a second of time to treat him is lost. He just wants to finish the battle quickly, no matter who is standing in front of him.
Words have no power, and the confrontation of strength is the only battlefield.
"You can call me -" When the man spoke, he had already punched thirteen times, and the green clothes on his body were suddenly bulged with energy because he was overwhelmed, and then hissed and was torn into pieces floating in the air. "Boxing champion Jin Haidong."
Since ancient times, Chinese martial arts have had the saying of "South Fist and North Kick". Southern boxing champion Jin Haidong became famous more than 20 years ago. A pair of "Thunderbolt Divine Fist" has the power of the Yangtze River, which can cut through the enemy's defenses. Even Li Zongwu, the national master, commented that his hard work was invincible.
What Fang Yan didn't expect was that he would run into such a difficult opponent at this time and place.
However, whether he is the boxing champion or the artillery champion, whether he is invincible in hard skills or first in soft skills, Fang Yan will always defeat him.
Because he is hateful!
Anyone who stops him from saving his father is extremely hateful. It's a life-or-death feud.
The thirteen punches Jin Haidong blasted out of thin air turned into thirteen cyclones, one cyclone after another, the second cyclone merged into the first cyclone, and the third cyclone merged into the large cyclone composed of the first two cyclones. .
The final thirteen cyclones coalesced into one giant rotating storm.
call-
It was like the most violent hurricane, sweeping towards Fang Yan. A ferocious posture that would swallow it up in the storm and tear it into pieces.
This is the storm fist that Jin Haidong is best at.
He watched from the sidelines as Fang Yan killed more than a dozen men in black in such a critical moment, so he did not dare to show any slights to Fang Yan.
The best way to respect an opponent is to kill him with your most powerful move—
The Golden Thread Snake exploded and died, and the black-robed man and the current Snake Lord lost a prop for their fighting skills.
The current Snake Lord was dripping with sweat, and his body was covered in his own blood. But the man in black robe was calm and calm, as if he had done something insignificant.
The man in black robe looked at his apprentice and said: "The Golden Snake was not supposed to die. It is a snake slave you raised. It is closer to you both emotionally and physically - you see it under my control. Anxious and impatient, you want to regain control. Your arousal area is too anxious. The more anxious you are, the more it will stimulate the snake's animal nature and make it lose its ability to judge. It lost its ability to judge and began to approach me. He was in a dilemma, his blood was stagnant, his body exploded and he died."
The current Snake Lord looked ashamed and said: "Thank you, Master, my apprentice has learned a lesson."
"It's already pretty good." The man in black robe chuckled. "I left without saying goodbye. You were still young at that time - you have been practicing hard on your own for these years and living with Bai Chong day and night. It is already very good to have achieved such results. You have talent and a lonely temperament. This is the key to your success. "
"Thank you, Master."
The man in black robe waved his hand and said: "I am your master and also your opponent. Now that the Golden Thread Snake is dead, there will no longer be any obstacles between us. What a pity."
"Master—" the current Snake Lord shouted.
The black robe on the man in black stood up silently and floated towards where the current Snake Lord was standing.
Every time he shook the black robe, streams of white smoke floated out from inside the black robe. The white smoke traveled along the wind and enveloped the position where the current Snake Lord was standing.
Xiaoyaosan!
No matter if it is a venomous snake or beast, it will die if you touch it. Humans are not immune.
People who keep snakes have countless strange poisonous and foreign substances on their bodies.
The current Snake Lord did not dare to be cautious. His thin body turned into a sharp arrow, avoiding the attack range of the white smoke. He jumped up high and attacked the upper part of the black-robed man.
The black robe on the man in black robe suddenly unfolded, wrapping the body of the current Snake Lord.
As a result, the two snake disciples disappeared into the black robe at the same time.
The shape of the black robe is constantly changing, sometimes round, sometimes square, sometimes standing up, sometimes jumping -
Snapped!
A figure was thrown out of the black robe, screaming and rolling on the ground.
The current snake king's body was dripping with blood, and his head and face were covered with a kind of reddish-brown ants. The current Snake King desperately slapped the ants, but the ants' grip was extremely good, and their teeth were hooked, and each bite could penetrate deeply into the flesh.
The current snake king can only reach out and grab those ants from his face and head one by one and crush them. Every time he grabs one, it is like tearing a piece of flesh from his face. When he had caught all the ants, there was not much flesh left on his face.
A large amount of skin was torn off, and blood began to overflow from the areas where the skin was lost. The entire face of the current Snake Lord was filled with blood, and the flesh and blood were blurred.
call!
The black robe stretched out, and the ugly face of the man in black robe appeared in front of him again.
He looked at the apprentice lying in the snow with pitiful eyes and said: "You should have been dead, but I couldn't do it - is it because of the influence of that man?"
His eyes looked into the distance. Fang Yixing's body lay there motionless, covered by the wind and snow.
"Home is a home, and a home is when someone is waiting for you." That man said just now.
He has been wandering around all his life, and everyone avoids him like a snake or a scorpion.
However, deep in his memory, there was a period of time when every time he went back, there were two thin black figures waiting at the door of the yard.
Maybe, that's his family
That feeling of being waited for - the feeling of happiness? The feeling of being alive
It is precisely because they have enjoyed such happiness that both Fang Yixing and Wang Dong are brave and fearless, even risking their lives.
Because they really care about their own lives and the chance of living, so they are not afraid of death.
It's contradictory to say that you are not afraid of death because you don't want to die, but at this moment, the man in black robe felt that he had figured it out.