pain!
Tearing pain!
Fang Yan touched his head with his leg, and a large amount of sticky fluid stained the palm between his legs and fingers.
As expected by Fang Yan, his head was smashed and bleeding!
Smart people can't be so cool, everything depends on their own calculations. Including being beaten like a dog.
Fang Yan quickly touched his face again, and all the red moisture from his legs was stained on the skin of his face. That made it impossible for him to tell whether his face was injured or not.
"I hope the appearance is not broken." Fang Yan prayed secretly in his heart.
He pushed up one leg and jumped straight into the air. When he landed in the east, he had already landed on his toes first.
Wu Chi Hou Zhendong did not take advantage of the victory to pursue. He stood there and looked at Fang Yan and said, "Boy, I was too careless."
Fang Yan nodded and said, "Indeed, otherwise he is too careless. I am very powerful, more powerful than he imagined."
A smile appeared on Wu Chi's face and he said: "I am not weak either. The person who suffered a fatal blow from his sword array in a hurry without losing an arm or a leg is considered to be the top figure of the younger generation."
"A man who can have sex with Qinglong Moqingen - how can he be a simple man?"
The smile on Wu Chi's face froze, and he said angrily: "You bastard, how can I shut up? Am I praising him or am I hurting him? What do you mean by a man who can have sex with Qinglong Mo Qing En? Will he be a simple man? He and Mo underestimate the enemy as equals, but they are on the same level. Why does it feel like it is no honor to have sex with him? Heroes fall behind, and high legs are hard to find. Do I understand? That feeling?"
"Understood." Fang Yan nodded. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have come looking for him."
"Would my boy be proud of himself?" Wu Chi said with a smile: "His cracking skill is very good, isn't it? The first time he saw me getting rid of his fairy flowers, he wanted to beg me That kid suffered some hardships. After we met several times, he wanted to bring me into the pit. Every time, he used his feet to use cracks, which made me lose my ability to judge during the battle, thinking that he would use his feet. Cracked. I didn’t expect that my boy really fell into the trap—he’s not as smart as that little girl said.”
"Little girl?" Fang Yan was stunned.
Wu Chi looked at Fang Yan with a resentful look on his face and said, "My little red face is very cruel. When I meet a new person, I forget the old one. When we first met, I took her girl to drink in a teahouse by the Pearl River. Tea, it's only been a few days - when I go to see me tomorrow, I get mixed up with another girl. My conscience is all eaten up? Why do I always have that kind of top-notch beauty around me? Where did I find it? of?"
"—"
Wu Chi's topics jumped so fast that even Fang Yan felt overwhelmed.
Wu Chi waved his legs and said: "A man seeks life. He has been obsessed with martial arts all his life. For him, martial arts is the sexiest woman - my boy has enjoyed all the happiness in the world, so let him also experience it. Boundless spring scenery.”
"—"Some people I have to admire their language ability. No matter how serious the topic is, what comes out of his mouth makes people feel that he has a vulgar and dazzling temperament.
Fang Yan was thinking about what to say to put the bad atmosphere back on track, and Wu Chi was already very impatient.
Seeing that he had no momentum, he raised his right foot and stamped hard. A strong red air flow rushed out, like a long red dragon drilling holes in the hard stone ground.
Chacha—
There was no room for resistance despite the sound of grass and trees being cut away.
A long crack appeared on the ground, and a long stream of air flow pointed directly at where Fang Yan was standing.
After stamping out, Wu Chi lowered his body and dived in the direction of Fang Yan.
He clenched his legs into fists and punched Fang Yan in the face.
Chi la—
A red lightning flashed in front of Fang Yan. Because the night was too dark and the lightning was too red, it illuminated the surrounding area for several meters as brightly as day and moon.
Hissing—
Where lightning flashed, sparks burned the air.
Fang Yan tapped his toes on the ground and continuously performed the swing steps in Zuihe Chengfeng, while his body kept retreating backwards.
Wu Chi seized the initiative and launched an aggressive offensive.
One punch missed, but another punch came out.
Chi la—
Red lightning appeared again, reflecting the cold and serious face of Wu Chi, almost sinister.
The Wu Chi is not handsome when he is fighting seriously, but he still makes people feel full of masculinity.
"Strange, how could I have such thoughts?" Fang Yan thought angrily. He felt that he had been led astray by the martial arts idiot and could no longer be a decent and beautiful man.
Fang Yan still used Drunk Crane to ride on the wind to evade, and used unintentionality to deal with intentionality.
Zuihe Chengfeng's trick is to feel the airflow, and it will avoid it in the opposite direction. Every punch and kick they threw was nothing to him. Haofeng relies on his strength to help him stay in Qingyun.
Fang Yan was still in Qingyun, he was still moving quickly in small steps on the top of the sword peak.
Wu Chi's attacks had already formed a formation, and his fists formed a fist formation. Countless red air currents of lightning exploded in front of him, and countless stars appeared and disappeared in mid-air. It turned out that his life was short.
One lightning followed another, and countless lightnings collided with each other, once again brewing a lightning ball that was calm on the outside but violent on the outside. Once it exploded, it could shatter people to pieces.
Fang Yan has already suffered a loss once, so he will not touch those lightnings again.
Even if he is very confident in his Tai Chi heart, even if he can clearly see the lines of each punch thrown by Wu Chi in the Tai Chi realm, and can find the safest among the countless red lines Then he stretched his legs and arms into the gap in the ground -
But no, he would never do such a stupid thing again.
Wu Chi's attacks were getting faster and faster, and the movements of his double Shituo fists had turned into a phantom. The shadow of the fist and the light and shadow of lightning are intertwined, and the picture is both beautiful and dangerous.
His body was rushing forward like an angry bull, rumbling and shaking the mountain with every step.
Fang Yan's small steps became faster and faster, and at first Fang Yan's figure disappeared into the shadow of the fist and lightning.
Only through close contact and face-to-face fights did Fang Yan truly feel the terror of Wu Chi.
His legs could crack the air when punching, and his feet were cracking the earth's crust with every step he took.
In other words, Fang Yan wanted to welcome his fist, but also wanted to be wary of the endless little movements of his feet.
Regardless of whether he was hit by him on the board or sneak attacked by him on the east board, he would immediately crack it with his cracking technique - with Fang Yan's understanding, he would definitely be able to do that kind of thing.
It is not Fang Yan's style to retreat, but to escape.
He really wanted to turn around and run towards the east side of the mountain. If you can run away.
All right, why do you want to come here and fight that guy to death? He didn't compete with him for Ye Wenrou, and his biological father didn't deny his death - why did he want to be beaten like that
Oh, that's wrong, Fang Yan has anger in his heart.
Fang Yan decided to release the fierce anger that had accumulated in his body and almost overflowed. When he thought so, he already thought of clenching his fists to fight back.
Just as he was about to bite the bullet and strike back, Wu Chi fired out more than a dozen punches in a row, and the dozen punches transformed into more than a dozen lightning bolts—
People with strong external energy can be willful, and they will fight as if they are not asking for money.
Fang Yan had no choice but to continue retreating.
Always retreating.
But if he retreats to the east, he will be forced to the edge of the cliff by Wu Chi.
He was getting closer and closer to the cliff, and he could already hear his retreating feet kicking out the rocks and rolling them down towards the east of the foot of the mountain.
There is no way to retreat, you have to retreat again!
According to Wu Chi's attack method, he had planned to push Fang Yan to the east cliff.
Like a violent storm, like a broken bead curtain. Like playing the pipa randomly, like strumming the guitar wildly.
Wu Chi was completely immersed in his own sense of rhythm.
When a person does something extremely smoothly, a sense of rhythm will occur.
It's the same when singing, it's the same when typing, and it's the same when you're having sex with someone.
Even if the martial arts idiot at that time had no intention of beating Fang Yan to death, he would not be able to stop what he was doing now.
Because that is not the most wonderful thing in the world.
For a martial artist, that is a million times more beautiful than the love between a man and a woman.
Crack skill!
Nowhere to go!
The punches he threw cracked, the feet he kicked cracked, the slaps he slapped cracked, and even when he opened his mouth and screamed loudly because he was too happy, he could crack—
A sharp tongue and a flash of lightning.
"ah-"
Wu Chi yelled.
He thinks tomorrow's fight will be too enjoyable.
The feeling of being able to hit as much as you want and blast as much as you want is so comfortable.
In the past, when I had sex with someone, I was weak and couldn't withstand his three punches and two kicks and fell away. He was strong, but after a while of fighting, he was knocked down and went east.
Of course, that almost never happens.
Just once or twice, two or three times—
But Fang Yan was different. No matter how hard he hit or blasted, Fang Yan would retreat back calmly.
But don't underestimate the word 'retreat'. In the eyes of a true high-legged person, retreating is more difficult than advancing.
Because the human body is accustomed to walking forward, it is easy to lose stability or be knocked down by objects when walking backward.
Moreover, despite his high-tempo punches, Fang Yan was still methodical even when retreating, and was always trying to counterattack.
That is very valuable!
"Happy - hit hard -" Wu Chi shouted loudly. He wanted to tear off all his clothes and run naked on the top of the mountain.
"Bah—" Fang Yan spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm.
"It's so good - woo -" Wu Chi felt a mouthful of thick phlegm slipping into his mouth, and it was already flowing eastward before he could react.