Fang Yan has seen the most powerful person with a spear, Fou Mo, and underestimated the enemy, and the person with the most thrilling sword power, Feng Yan, has never underestimated the enemy.
Tomorrow he met the most powerful boxer.
One pass and one pass, if every weapon is used to its extreme, the destructive power it can exert will be equally huge.
For example, a leg gun and a cannon - of course, let's just talk about it.
That statement is limited to cold weapons. For example, among the characters in Gu Long's novels, is Xiao Li's flying knife as fast as Ximen Chuixue's sword? Questions like that must make people scratch their heads.
boom-
Storm Fist lives up to its name, shaped like a hurricane with a hint of thunder.
The fist wind absorbed the surrounding cold air and snowflake fragments, and a layer of frost formed on the outside of the huge arc-shaped wind array.
As fast as lightning, it rolled towards Fang Yan in a devastating manner.
Fang Yan was blown away by the hurricane before he could use his resolving moves.
Fang Yan's body rose into the air and flew backwards.
boom!
His feet landed on the ground, and the hurricane force did not completely dissipate, pushing him to continue to move backward.
laugh-
The soles of Fang Yan's leather shoes stepped on the ice and snow, digging deeply into the road.
The soles of the shoes rubbed against the road, making a squeaking sound.
Fang Yan used Thousand Jin Drop to suppress his retreat, and then he regained his footing.
The soles of my feet were burning and aching, but the cold touch of my buttocks invaded the painful area again.
Only then did Fang Yan realize that the soles of his shoes had been completely worn out, and his soles were just standing on the gravel road.
Seeing that Fang Yan had not been knocked down, Jin Donghai smiled calmly and shouted loudly: "It's great. In the past twenty years, I am the only young man who can take on his storm fist - try to take another punch from him." "
When Jin Donghai shut up, his body clenched his fist again and rushed towards Fang Yan.
He made a fist with his right leg and struck straight at Fang Yan.
His right leg and arm became a lot thicker for no reason, the fist on his outside turned red, the buttons on his shirt sleeves burst out, and the fist made a hissing sound, as if it was burning with pleasure.
This is Lihuo Fist, a domineering punch.
If there is a soft and moist side in Baofengquan, then Lihuo Fist is the representative of both strength and yang.
There is no going back, there is no going back.
The fist is like a flame, intent on burning all obstacles into ashes.
That time, Fang Yan really respected the southern boxing champion Jin Donghai.
Not respect his character, but respect his skills.
Fang Yan could understand whether one person could practice a boxing technique to its peak. Because he feels that he is not that kind of person.
But no, being able to practice two completely opposite boxing techniques to the peak is not something that can only be done by talent.
Respect does not mean liking.
Fang Yan spread his legs and used the Drunk Crane Wind Kick technique passed down from the old drunkard.
The drunken crane moves freely in the wind, misty and invisible. It is easy to paralyze the wrong leg, making it difficult for the wrong party to find his true body.
Fang Yan's body bowed slightly, his legs swayed, moving left and right, like a drunken crane.
The closer Jin Donghai was, the more Fang Yan shook.
At first, Fang Yan's true body had disappeared, leaving countless afterimages in Jin Donghai's eyes.
Since you can't see anything, just disappear.
Jin Donghai simply closed his eyes and used his own senses to feel Fang Yan's presence. For a skilled warrior, perception is more reliable than eyes.
boom-
He punched it out.
He was secretly happy as he felt the air resistance in front of him increase.
This is the real feeling of hitting an object, but it is the regret that a punch will miss and leave people empty.
He rushed forward faster, hoping to pierce Fang Yan's body with his burning fist.
He likes the feeling of objects burning. Because the burning is caused by oneself.
The heroic boy fights against heaven and earth.
And he, the southern boxing champion Jin Donghai, likes to kill the miracles they spread word of mouth.
coax-
The fist launches. Even the surrounding sky was reflected red by his fist.
It feels good.
One is real and the other is virtual, the former is real and the other is virtual.
He had clearly touched Fang Yan's true body just now, so why did his fist fail
"Red Chi." Fang Yan's cold voice came over. His body took a step away. "I fell into a trap."
The step just now is easy to say, but it is actually very difficult. First, use the extremely difficult Zuihe Chengfeng to confuse Jin Donghai, making it difficult for him to capture the real body. As a result, he became depressed and his confidence dropped sharply.
Then use your real body to induce him to punch. When the punch is halfway through and it is difficult to retract it, he suddenly uses his miraculous Tai Chi heart to increase his speed and leaves the moment before his fist collides with his body.
There are very few people who have learned these two skills, and the heart of Tai Chi is even rarer.
It sounds like the world has changed a lot, but it actually happened in a blink of an eye. Even a few tenths of a second.
His body avoided the fist that had turned fiery red. Fang took a step sideways with a plum blossom step and punched Jin Donghai on the back of his vest.
puff-
Jin Donghai's forward speed accelerated again, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
It was too hard to break, and his body had already turned into a ball of fire. Fang Yan slapped his hand, forcing his own energy into his violent body, causing his energy and blood to become disordered and his rage to intensify. Natural fire attacks the heart and causes bleeding.
Jin Donghai finally felt the danger.
He didn't underestimate his bad leg, ever.
When he saw that Fang Yan was able to use his thunderous legs to defeat the men in black who surrounded him at the critical moment when the car was about to hit the pit, he even regarded that young man as his wrong leg of the same level.
Could it be that it was not until that moment that he discovered that the young man's Qiu Yuanji performance was better than he expected.
He always thought that victory should be on his side. Now, he was panicking.
Take advantage of his illness and seek his life.
Fang Yan's body continued to rotate, chasing behind Jin Donghai like a tornado, and then slapped Jin Donghai's back with one palm after another.
Jin Donghai's energy was strong and yang, and Fang Yan also used dangerous and fiery energy to attack.
The two energies were entangled and fighting fiercely in Jin Donghai's body, and the fire and fire were incompatible. Jin Donghai felt like his internal organs were about to be burned, and he could spit out blood one after another.
Jin Donghai was seriously injured but still ran forward desperately. He knew that if he just ran a step slower, he would be beaten to death by that vicious guy.
Fang Yan tapped the ground with his toes, jumped up high like a roc spreading its wings, and then punched Jin Donghai in the back of the head.
boom-
There was a sound of objects exploding!
Fang Yan's body flew away without enough time to look back.
There is nothing more important than saving his father, including revenge—
Since ancient times, loyalty and justice cannot be balanced.
For the man in black robe, the choice of seeking love is more difficult to choose than loyalty.
Whether he is a snake king or a snake slave, whether he is loyal to his master or his own feelings, is indeed a very tangled question.
The master holds his snake eyes, and if he dares to disobey the master's orders, the master can easily kill him.
And apprentice - this is the most profound thing in my memory and the most unforgettable thing. The pictures in his brain kept refreshing and dissipating, and there was almost nothing worth remembering. But no, the scene of those two villains riding on the threshold waiting for him to return is unforgettable.
The man in black robe looked at the current Snake Lord with pity and said: "Now that I'm ready, let me show my best side - Snake Lord should not have any mercy."
The current Snake Lord got up from the ground with blood on his face. He looked at the man in black robe standing in front of him. After bowing to the man in black robe, he took out a yellowed bamboo flute from his pocket.
A long and complicated sound came out of the bamboo flute. The strange tone repeated endlessly, making people feel drowsy.
Strange things happened.
The cold wind is coming again, and the winter snow is coming again.
There was a rustling sound in the red snow, and countless animals poked their heads out of the red snow.
Those rattlesnakes with swaying tails and snapping sounds, those scorpions whose whole bodies are flaming red, those centipedes that look more than one meter long with countless big feet, and densely packed green-skinned toads and star-spotted toads—
They travel in groups and advance in a mighty manner, targeting the man in black robe standing alone.
"Hundred Poisons Formation?" The man in black robe said with a pleased smile on his face: "I am better than he thought. Very good, then I can be his good disciple."
The tone of the bamboo flute changed in microseconds, and the eyes of the awakened poisonous creatures turned blood red and began to attack the black-robed man.
When the first poisonous snake was about to bite him, the man in black robe resolutely rushed towards the current snake king.
As soon as possible, snakes were thrown out, poisonous frogs were crushed, and centipedes were stepped on.
The man in black robe flew up with his legs, constantly spraying some red or black medicine foam.
His black robe kept rising, and every time it shook, the poisonous creatures that were approaching would turn around and run away. Then, prompted by the music, Dong approached and charged again.
Groups fell to the ground, and groups got up and continued to move forward.
A huge array of hundreds of poisons, keep strangers away.
Once you enter the battle, you will fight until death.
Wow—
A bright light came over.
A car drove over from a distance. The car used high beams, and the lights illuminated the fighting area as brightly as day and moon.
The current Snake King, who is retreating in a circle while playing the bamboo flute, and the man in black robe who is running towards him, are very ugly creatures in that place -
Bang!
The car door opened, and a young man in red stood in the bright light. His whole body became tall and handsome, and his divine light shone.
The man in red stared coldly at the scene in front of him and shouted angrily: "Is the sacred place of Yanziwu a place where our vicious clowns come to run wild?"
(PS: Thanks to my brother who was a thief when I was a kid for the 10,000 rewards, and thanks to the Tango v4 tycoon of Death for his 10,000 rewards!)