"Save him-----" The black car driver's head was sticking out of the door, and half of his body was stuck inside the car. His body was dripping with blood, and there was a pool of blood stains on the ground. There must be some injury somewhere.
While roaring, he mistakenly moved his legs to ask for help.
There were four people present, Fang Yan, fisherman Jiang Zaixin and the driver. Fang Yan and the fisherman were fighting, and Wu Ke would be distracted to save him. He can then put his hope in the future.
He looked at Fang Yan with dull eyes in his heart, completely unaware of the driver's eyes and cry for help.
It was the first time that Jiang Zaixin saw Fang Yan kicking his legs, but he was once again conquered by his kung fu.
Just now, her body was held up by the liquid gas, and when she reacted, she was already several meters away. What happened
Fang Yan jumped so high that he flew into the air like a bird. What happened
Quite ---- you can make a big hole in the roof of the car with one slap of your hand. Is that a magic trick
Fang Yan slapped thirty-eight palms in a row. Because his movements were too fast, Jiang Zaixin saw him slap one palm.
In the eyes of onlookers, the truth is that Fang Yan stood high and slapped Donglai on the roof of the car, which sank into the car body.
She is not stupid at heart, she knows that when Fang Yan is fighting with the fisherman, it is the best time to leave there.
But no, I will be in my heart but not leave.
She knows that Fang Yan is very powerful, but what if Fang Yan hits the old fisherman wearing sunglasses
People say that a woman with a ruthless love has zero IQ, and this sentence is especially suitable for the body in your heart.
Because I'm so in love, I have more worries.
When Fang Yan's tornado blasted out, the fisherman knew that the boy was incredibly powerful.
Is that the power of nature, that is irresistible force. No matter whether it is blocked or rolled, it cannot be done. The only way is to avoid its edge and choose to escape.
With a flick of his leg and wrist, the thread in front of the fishing rod flew towards the big tree next to him.
The silk thread was wrapped around the tree trunk, and he rushed out like a Spider-Man who had released his flying thread.
No, the fisherman holding the fishing rod in his leg does look like the superhero created by Hollywood: Spider-Man!
The fisherman's feet were dangling in the air, and his whole body was pulled by silk threads and hung on the tree trunk.
The tree trunks creaked and looked like they were about to break at any moment.
Fang Yan looked at the fisherman and said, "Senior Fisherman is enough to praise you. I'm very happy. Please, let's not ask for a fight. How about finding a place to drink tea and chat?"
The fisherman sneered and said, "You said I'm fat and I'm almost out of breath. That's just the beginning. You don't even have to warm up, and you want to run away?"
"He didn't want to run away, but he was afraid of hurting my old man." Fang Yan looked like he didn't think about me at all. "Then if you show a little bit of strength, not even one-tenth of his strength, I will praise you non-stop, and Mr. Tiger has no dogs and grandchildren, and a hero comes from a young age-----"
"He didn't say that a hero comes from a boy----"
"But I showed that meaning. That would make me amazed and prove that my strength is definitely not as good as his--after all, I beat him, so we don't have to go to the east." Right? Did he seriously hurt me and his grandfather wouldn’t break his legs when he got home? "
"A sharp-tongued guy----" the fisherman shouted angrily: "My grandfather doesn't need to break my dog's legs, he will break my dog's legs now----"
When the fisherman shut up, his legs and wrists shook slightly.
Click------
The branch hanging from the fishing line broke and smashed towards Fang Yan with its lush branches and leaves.
Huhuhu-----
The branches carry the sound of wind, and leaves fall down during the flight.
But those falling leaves did not fly away with the wind, but pierced Fang Yan like leaf knives.
Flying flowers and plucking leaves can hurt people, just like those high-legged people in the world.
Fang Yan's body rotated in place, making her look like a butterfly flying through the flowers.
Whoosh whoosh-----
The leaf knife passed through various parts of his head, cheeks, ribs, crotch, etc., but it could not touch his body.
In Jiang Zaixin's eyes, Fang Yan at that time was walking leisurely in the rain of knives, his posture was extremely free and freehand.
Bang bang bang bang bang-----
The leaves were lying on the ground or the black cars were lying on top, and the body of the cars had been cut one after another.
There were two blades that stuck into the thigh of the driver of the black truck. The driver of the black truck saw the blades coming but could not avoid them, so he howled and screamed again and again----
What was most desperate for life was the thick tree trunk that was thrown by the silver wire. They rushed towards Fang Yan's head with a clatter, with a posture of attacking indiscriminately.
Fang Yan refused to dodge and rushed straight towards the tree pole.
When he was about to get close, he suddenly punched out.
The tree trunks were like firecrackers that were lit, and suddenly they exploded with thunderbolts.
Fang Yan's body still rushed forward, heading towards the fisherman rushing towards him.
The fisherman's legs held the fishing rod, and the fishing rod pierced Fang Yan's chest like a long sword.
What makes people feel even more weird is that the fishing line is winding towards Fang Yan's body from behind, as if it has eyes.
There is a spear in front and silk in the back. Attacked from both front and back, people are in a dilemma.
Fang Yan neither advanced nor retreated. His body stood still instantly, and then he stepped on the yin and yang poles and quickly spun on the spot.
Whoosh----
The long line passed through him and attacked the fisherman's position.
The fishing rod in the fisherman's leg carries a faint sound of wind and thunder, and the long sword carries a chilling tone.
The bamboo pole kept shaking in the fisherman's legs, as if he was too old to exert his strength.
The spirit snake spits out its core!
Fang Yan's eyes, eyebrows, mouth, throat, chest and abdomen are all targets of the fisherman. If you are not careful, you will be shot to death by him.
Fang Yan's charging speed did not slow down, and the pace of his advance remained steady and firm.
The heart of Tai Chi spins crazily, and the realm of Tai Chi is also in full swing.
In Fang Yan's mind, the bamboo pole in the fisherman's leg turned into a long red snake.
The snake's head trembled, but its tail remained motionless.
Hit the snake seven inches!
Fang Yan cut across with a palm.
Click!
The snake's head was cut off and the bamboo pole was broken into two pieces.
The fisherman held the broken branch in his leg and stabbed Fang Yan again, and Fang Yan was struck again.
Crack!
Stab again!
Cut again!
Crack!
Stab again!
Cut again!
The fisherman stabbed seven times in a row, and Fang Yan slashed seven times in a row.
Every time I chop the bamboo pole, I try to break off a piece of it.
Soon, the bamboo pole was reduced to a small part of the fisherman's leg.
When Jiang Zaixin saw that scene, the smile on his face didn't have time to relax, and he saw that the fisherman had already raised half of the bamboo pole in his leg and stabbed Fang Yan in the chest.
"Fang Yan------" Jiang Zai shouted anxiously.
Chi------
The bamboo pole pierced Fang Yan's body, and the bamboo pole in the fisherman's leg was completely submerged and disappeared.
"Fang Yan-----" Jiang Zhi was really frightened.
She looked in disbelief at the long pointed bamboo pole that disappeared in front of Fang Yan's body, unwilling to believe what she saw.
Fang Yan stood up to protect herself. If Fang Yan was injured or killed, then ----- how could she continue to live
Her eyes were moist, and big tears fell down her cheeks.
Her body was shaking violently. She wanted to rush to check on Fang Yan, but found that her legs had no strength to move at all------
When her father left Fengxing, she was not around, so what she saw was his swollen body. So she couldn't experience that feeling.
Now, would Fang Yan die in battle in front of his own eyes? That feeling would be heartbreaking.
The fisherman succeeded in striking and took a step back.
Fang Yan stood still, looked at the fisherman and said, "Have I already reached that point?"
The fisherman nodded and said: "He calculated that I could block five of his swords, but he didn't expect that I could block seven of his swords-----"
"What about the eighth sword?"
"There is no eighth sword," said the fisherman. "Liquorius exerts his energy, weakens again, and is exhausted three times - he can go against common sense and practice until he stabs the fifth sword, which is already his limit. If he can't kill someone with three swords in a row, is that wrong? . Even if he can't kill someone with five sword thrusts, then that's his high leg. If he can't kill someone with seven sword thrusts, then that's his killer leg ------"
"So I chose to give up?" Fang Yan asked.
"No, did he choose to hand over the offensive power to me-----" the fisherman looked at Fang Yan and said. "When he thrust out the eighth sword, he thought I would fight back------I have the heart of Tai Chi and can clearly see through the trajectory of his sword. When he thrust out his leg, I just needed a simple strike. You can seize the sword by grabbing the dragon's legs, and then use the opportunity to stab his chest or Ridong's third rib - but I didn't do that."
Fang Yan smiled and said, "He can't do that."
"Why?"
"Because I am not his grandfather's friend." Fang Yan said. "Although his grandpa keeps telling me to hang myself, he doesn't know that he regards me as a friend in his heart -----"
The fisherman's face turned gloomy and he said: "Scream, scream -------"
"There's nothing to say." Fang Yan said comfortingly. "I'm alive and he's alive. Isn't that worth getting both of us drunk?"
The fisherman laughed loudly, patted Fang Yan on the shoulder hard, and said, "That's good. He is alive, and he is alive. Isn't it worth letting them get drunk?"
The fisherman looked at Fang Yan and said, "Boy, he lost, he lost shamelessly, but he also lost heartily -----"
Fang Yan pulled out the half of the bamboo pole inserted in the east side of his ribs, presented his legs to the fisherman, and said, "Thank you, senior, for your advice."
The fisherman's eighth sword just now was also seen by Fang Yan, and he used the heart of Tai Chi to grasp its context.
When it struck with the sword, Fang Yan shifted his body and clamped the half of the bamboo pole with his arms, blocking the fisherman's attack wave.
"Where can I give you any advice? I just defeated him with my real talent and learning." said the fisherman.
He stretched out his legs to take the half of the bamboo pole handed over by Fang Yan, and then inserted it into his chest.
Cha------
The sound of piercing flesh was heard, and then blood instantly stained his chest red.
"Senior------" Fang Yan stopped him urgently.
The fisherman swung his legs and said, "Don't worry, you won't die."
"---------"
The fisherman gave Fang Yan a meaningful look and said, "Originally, I was supposed to thrust the sword in, but I didn't want to do it, so he just did it for me ---"
The fisherman glanced at the man not far away who was crying and said, "Let's do it." Let's go. Follow him and never ask to come back - it's not worth my while to come back. "
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