Vent all your hatred on me tomorrow morning
Who am I
Am I a beauty
Fang Yan wanted to say one word to Wu Chi: I think it's beautiful!
Fang Yan fought against the Eastern Sword God and encountered a tragic attack near the end of the battle.
Because the artillery fire from the wrong side was too fierce, the top of the Yijian Peak hillside was almost flattened.
Three years have passed, and the hillside is still flat, but the burnt grass has grown buds again, and the burned branches have grown new trunks again. They grow vigorously, just like humans.
The peak of the grass and branches has not changed much from three years ago, but no, the person is no longer the old friend from three years ago.
Chiba Hōbu’s soul has returned to heaven, is he still practicing swordsmanship every day
Fang Yan knew that there was too much resentment hidden in his heart and that there was too much hostility in his body.
He is gentle and courteous, and welcomes others with a smile, but no, when will the revenge for killing his father be avenged? When will the murderer get the punishment he deserves
Every morning before going to bed, he would feel guilty and miserable thinking about letting the bad guy live another day.
Therefore, Lu Chaoge could see the anger in his heart, and Wu Chi Hou Zhendong could see the murderous intention in his heart.
Murderous intent can also be transformed into fighting spirit, into the courage to risk death and survive.
Whether he is an elegant gentleman with extraordinary taste in clothes, or whether he is a dark and violent beast that can tear the human body apart at any time.
The British poet Siegfried Sassoon once wrote such an immortal aphorism: He has a tiger in his heart and smells the roses.
There is a tiger living deep in everyone's heart, but there are still roses growing outside the tiger's den.
Zhuque Middle School is not Fang Yan's rose, Lu Chaoge is Fang Yan's rose, and all the beautiful and peaceful things are Fang Yan's rose garden.
But no, a tiger is still a tiger after all. How can a tiger not be aggressive? Why don't you eat people
He wants to fight!
He wants to fight more than anyone else!
Even Lu Chaoge could see something, and Wu Chi Hou Zhendong didn't feel surprised at all when he saw Fang Yan.
He looked at Wu Chi with a smile and said, "So, please thank Senior for giving him such a chance to release his anger."
"He likes to fight with angry people." Wu Chi said: "Because there are angry people who will stop everything. Only then can I truly realize the value of life - whether you want to live or die."
"I am not a philosopher."
"Every madman has the potential to become a philosopher. People who like him call him Wu Chi, and people who don't like him call him Wu Chi." Wu Chi said with a smile. He glanced around and said: "The lights are dark, and there are only a few spectators. There is no hot discussion in the city, no tens of thousands of people watching, no cheers, no applause - just like my battle with the Eastern Sword God Chiba Hōbu three years ago. It’s a bit too simple and shabby in comparison. Do you feel very disappointed in your heart?”
"He is neither a warrior nor an actor." Fang Yan said. "The fewer people there are, the better, so they can have a good time."
"This is what he wanted." Wu Chi applauded. "A fight is only a matter between two people. What are you going to do with a bunch of idle guys chattering around?"
Before Wu Chi finished speaking, he raised his right foot and stepped towards the stone on the ground.
boom!
He stepped on the top of the hard stone slope to create a deep groove, and the stone in the groove turned into powder when he exerted force.
Rumble—
A strong stream of air rushed out and headed straight in Fang Yan's direction.
A deep crack appeared in the direction of the air flow. The vegetation and rocks touched by the air current broke into two pieces or collapsed into pieces.
The energy seemed to have eyes, following the direction where Fang Yan was standing and killing him.
Fang Yan retreated, and it continued to pursue him.
Fang Yan continued to retreat, and it was still pursuing.
The energy was strong and fierce, as if there was no end to it.
Fang Yan moved his body a step to the side, Wu Chi stamped his feet, and the second strong air flow came at him in a powerful and shameless manner.
Chichichi—
The energy screamed, making a sound like a sharp knife cutting flesh.
Rumble—
It was like a fire dragon flying underground, and the hard ground was torn open one after another.
Fang Yan was unable to hide and avoid him. While retreating, he tapped his toes and jumped into the air.
The martial artist was overjoyed and shouted: "Boy, I fell into the trap."
When he shut up, he punched out with both fists.
Boom boom boom—
Wu Chi punched more than a dozen times in one breath.
A dozen air knives appeared in the sky.
The dozen tangible air knives were raised high, as if there were a dozen giants controlling them, shining with dazzling light in the dark night.
They chopped horizontally or vertically, forming an airtight electric flesh. The thunderous attack shrouded Fang Yan, and even the air was burned by it.
Crack skill!
Due to the strength, there are countless cracks in the shell of a turtle. Every crack carries energy, attacking all creatures within reach of the crack.
The difference is that the texture on the turtle's back is messy and densely packed with many channels. The energy is dispersed and it is difficult to become a dragon and kill the enemy.
But no, Wu Chi's cracking skill can not only fuse and unify the energy, but also the energy is like a dragon, and the dragon's head is responsible for killing people invisible.
Whether the cracking power is good or not? Turtle Yuantang, the number one killer of the Qin Dynasty thousands of years ago, was inspired by the picture of a turtle drying its shell. He combined and improved his family's secret knowledge into the Yuan Jing, and then he had that lethal power. Greater cracking magic power.
The cracking magical skill relies on strength to kill people, first injuring the person's lungs and external organs, and then symptoms appear on the skin and face. For example, skin rupture or pores bleeding.
At that time, Gui Yuantang killed countless people with that unique skill, which was frightening. This unique skill is also called the 'King of Hell's Foot'.
The King of Hell asked me to die at the third watch, who dares to keep me until the fifth watch
Queen Gui Yuantang was hired by Chu Mo, the richest businessman in Chu State, to assassinate the King of Qin, but was killed in vain by Wang Jian and his son, the general beside the King of Qin. The King of Qin was furious and ordered the Gui family to be implicated in the nine clans. It turns out that the turtle family disappeared overnight and disappeared. The cracking technique was also lost.
But I don’t know why Hou Zhendong, the martial arts idiot, inherited his unique skill. When he became famous all over the world, the name of the cracking technique also became known to the world again.
Once, Fang Yan and the old drunkard had a drink. The old drunkard commented on Tiandong's unique skills, and especially told Fang Yan the origin and various magical features of the cracking technique.
He also told Fang Yan that if he encounters a cracking gong with a high leg, he must not force his body to fly.
At that time, Fang Yan felt very strange and asked the master of the cracking technique whether to do a ground attack. The old drunkard refused to let Fang Yan fly, so why not just stand there and let them crack? How can such a thing happen in Tiandi East
Now that Fang Yanming is famous, the cracking skill can not only exert force with his feet, but also with his fists.
Comparatively speaking, the frequency of attacks using the cracking technique with both feet is not as quick and sensitive as using fists.
Fang Yan met Wu Chi three times and saw him perform the Fairy Flower Presentation once and the Crack Technique twice.
Those two performances made Fang Yan think that he was showing off and showing off his strength. It was only now that Fang Yan suddenly realized whether he was actually hiding his strength. Every time he uses his feet to perform cracking, it creates a cognitive memory in the brain - people subconsciously think that he will use his feet to perform that special skill, so just be careful with his feet.
"That cunning old dog." Fang Yan cursed in his mind. He suspected that Wu Chi would come to see him tomorrow at noon. On the one hand, he would urge him to attend the banquet tomorrow morning, and on the other hand, he would most likely continue to paralyze him.
So spicy!
Fang Yan's body is in the air, his old strength has become old and new strength has not yet been born.
Without strength to support, the body will fall to the east with inertia.
But if he falls to the east, he will be cut into two pieces by the cracking technique on the east side.
The heart of Tai Chi spins crazily, and the realm of Tai Chi is in full swing.
In Fang Yan's mind, those crisscrossing air knives turned into a dozen thin lines flashing red light.
They blocked all the routes that Fang Yan could use to move forward or backward, or move left or right.
Fang Yan is like a sparrow covered by a power grid. When the power grid is hooded, his body is riddled with holes and will be cut into countless pieces of flesh by those air knives.
Naturally, you can’t just wait to die!
Fang Yan's body made a 360-degree rotation in the air, and his feet took bougainvillea steps in the air.
As the pace spreads, his body can continue to stay in the air.
His right hand came out, drawing one arc after another in mid-air.
Tai Chi whisk!
He asked that those air knives be swept away like dust.
The palms of his legs smoothly inserted into the interlaced gaps between the air knives. When he stirred to stir Yun Lan, countless huge streams of air suddenly converged towards his legs and arms.
Whirling wind!
"Not good." Fang Yan was worried.
Knife array!
This is actually the cracking sword array!
The Wu Chi randomly punched a dozen times and transformed into a dozen air knives. The dozen or so air knives formed a knife array that was balanced on the outside.
Fang Yan stretched out his legs, hoping to wipe out the air knife in one fell swoop. Little did he know that his behavior broke the external balance of the sword array and attracted all the airflow towards his body in one go.
Fang Yan felt the burning pain in his legs and arms, and when he wanted to pull out the legs that were stuck in the knife array, it was already too late.
His sleeves were on fire, and the flames spread to his upper body.
boom-
A violent explosion sounded, and Fang Yan's body flew away.
Just like a homeless wild bird, like a paper mandarin duck whose string is cut off as soon as possible.
Click—
His body fell heavily to the hard and uneven ground.
Countless weed branches were crushed by him, and his body made an inertial sliding motion on the smooth grass.
Bang—
His head hit the hard boulder, and he avoided sliding into the Yijianfeng abyss that could not be seen at a glance.
(ps: Thanks to Xingyexie Xiaolol for the 10,000 reward!)