"Can you ------" Baili Lu wanted to tell Fang Yan, what kind of hero can two people fight against each other? Is it true that Baili Daxia couldn't do such a thing? Too shameful. Can he seek to become a great martial arts master
But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them out, because this was not the first time he had done such a thing------
He was a little annoyed. After spending time with Fang Yan for a long time, he couldn't help but be pushed by him to the east of the horizon.
When Fang Yan shut up, his body suddenly jumped up high.
His body was like a cannonball soaring into the sky, flying backwards towards Hong Xiu hanging on the wall.
His body rolled in the air, and then he slapped Hong Xiu on the head.
call-----
The palms are shadowy, as if there are countless cloud-dispelling palms begging to block and cover Hong Xiu.
In the battle with Baililu, Hong Xiu had been injured.
He was stabbed in the chest by Fang Yan, but he was rescued by the Taoist idiot Song Changyang who asked the medical idiot Qin Wujie to use a precious ancient book. But no, Qin Wujie is only a doctor after all, he is not a god. The sword marks were still there, and the injuries that touched the external organs could not be fully recovered.
He was a wounded man, dragging his injured body and fighting for hundreds of miles. He was angry at the first blow, and now he is vomiting blood----
The vomited blood is not only a new injury, but also an old injury.
The current situation is a combination of old injuries and new injuries. The situation is already extremely dangerous.
For people like them, the chirping of insects and even the sound of flowers blooming can be felt. He naturally heard everything Fang Yan said.
He wanted to cover his mouth with blood and yell: When did I ever say that one versus two? He was injured like this, and he really wanted to fight one against two-----Do I think he was a crazy person? So is he insulting me or are we insulting ourselves
Of course, in that case, Hong Xiu would not be able to say it. Because if he yells that he didn't say that, doesn't it mean that he is afraid of Fang Yan and Baili Lu joining forces
He was indeed afraid - but it was impossible to say such a thing. A man wants his face, a tree wants its skin, and a puppy wants a flowery coat. Are all men very concerned about face? Otherwise, what kind of man would you call him
While Hong Xiu was struggling in pain, Fang Yan's body had already flown eastward from the highest point. Like a shining meteor, it illuminated everyone's eyes and flew towards him in an extremely graceful and beautiful posture. Come----
Before the palm arrives, the energy is released first.
Hong Xiu's chest was hurt by the strong wind. It can be predicted how much damage it will cause when Fang Yan's cloud-dispelling palm really hits his chest.
Are you afraid that if he strikes out with a palm, your chest will be smashed and collapsed
Hong Xiu kicked the wall with his toes and flew backwards. The long sword in his leg was pulled out from the wall.
His body rotated 360 degrees in the air, and the long sword in his leg danced so tightly that no wind or water could get in.
Countless swords and flints crossed the sky, and countless stars lit up.
The sword shadow and starlight shrouded the direction in which Fang Yan rushed, imprisoning his entire body.
At the same time, Baili Lu also climbed up from the ground and ran towards Hong Xiu's position.
Behind where he ran, rocks flew, like a huge explosion.
When he was about to reach Hong Xiu's position, he stamped his feet and his body rose into the sky.
Whoosh-----
His huge body turned into a cannonball and rushed towards Hong Xiu's figure in mid-air.
"Reverse fist-----"
He punched out, and his entire leg and arm glowed with green light.
The green light was like a burning flame, spreading to his entire legs and arms. Even his right cheek was stained with cyan light.
Baililu's sleeves instantly turned into ashes, and fine powder floated in the air.
Fang Yan and Baili Road are on Yebori Road, Yebori East Road. The two of them fought in the east and turned Hong Xiu into a meat pie.
boom-----
Arriving from behind a hundred miles away, he punched Hong Xiu's east body.
call-----
Fang Yan discharged with one palm, the surrounding air condensed, and the entire space was distorted.
Bang la la----
There was a sound of burning air, and the smell of burnt bean sprouts filled the air.
Hong Xiu's robes vibrated, and his long hair bound by black ropes spread out and flew in the wind.
His eyes were sharp and his expression was solemn.
He knew that this was the most dangerous moment in his life.
It was more dangerous than a few months ago when he was lying on the ground when Fang Yan stabbed him with a sword.
Once he was stabbed by Fang Yan. He thought he was dead, but it turned out that he died later.
Well, the worst thing that can happen is death.
If he can't respond to the combined kick of Fang Yan and Baili Lu tomorrow, he will be beaten to a pulp or blasted into a pulp by those two people----
Do they want to dismember themselves
Hong Xiu had no time to think too much, and all he could do was to unleash the maximum power of the Thunder Sword.
When I was thinking about it, the sword shadow in the sky turned into a sword, and the starlight in the sky suddenly extinguished and disappeared.
The only thing left is that sword, that plain sword.
The transformation from flourishing flowers to receiving a posthumous title was so ordinary that even the old nuns next to me felt a little disappointed.
Just like a big drama has just entered its climax, everyone is waiting for it to explode, but the actors are starting to wrap up----
Thunder Sword of Thunder!
This is a sword that puts people to death and comes back to life, and it is also a sword that Hong Xiu realizes after coming back from the dead.
He broke through his own limitations and became a true sword master.
With just this one sword, he can achieve the status of Grandmaster. Like the Heavenly Sword Liu Canyang a hundred years ago, he is the swordsman who knows swords best.
Hong Xiu Ming red sword.
The sword cannot be the sword, and the man cannot be the sword.
People can get angry, and swords can also have sword intentions.
People have different personalities, so they will show different attitudes. The same goes for swords.
When I am happy, the dancing sword is also happy. When I am sad, the sword I swing is sad.
When my life is threatened, so is my sword----
If my outer heart begins to be afraid, then my sword will be the first to become afraid, and I won’t even be able to control it anymore----
Fang Yan managed to be as mean as a human being!
Hong Xiu achieved the unity of man and sword!
They are worthy of being regarded as the two most outstanding young talents in Yanziwu.
That seemingly ordinary sword is no longer a sword, but a red sword.
It is very much like Hong Xiu, silent, low-key, but arrogant, and the pride from the bottom of his heart cannot be hidden.
That sword pierced the strength, pierced the cage, and penetrated into the ubiquitous space.
The sword pierced Fang Yan's chest, where his heart was——
This is also the place where Fang Yan stabbed him when he killed him.
"Blood is blood, teeth are teeth." Hong Xiu drank the output in a cold voice. "Fang Yan, then I owe him ------"
That would be Hongxiu's pride. That's not the pride of that sword.
Hong Xiu's sword pierced Fang Yan, and he stared at Fang Yan.
He knew better than anyone else that if he wanted to stab Fang Yan and Baili Lu to death with a sword that was not as strong as his own, that would be impossible - unless they stood side by side. Dress yourself up like a kebab.
He ignored Baili Lu, but that didn't get Baili Lu's gratitude. Instead, he resented and hated Hong Xiu even more - was he that much worse than Fang Yan
When thinking about this, Baililu used all his strenuous efforts -----
One sword!
One punch!
A palm!
Three different attack methods, three different powerful air flows.
They barely collided with each other, but the zhenqi contained in each sword, punch and palm was already fighting fiercely.
The stars in the sky appear again, and the stars in the sky disappear.
Everything is calm again!
Baililu's body was thrown out and carried into the lotus pond with a splash.
Baililu's body lay upright in the lotus pond, as if he was dead.
Two middle-aged nuns ran over to take a look, and hurriedly asked Dongshui to salvage Baili Lu.
Although they were extremely frightened in their hearts, if they were compassionate and compassionate, if that person was not dead, they would have ignored him, and the Buddha would have blamed him. There was also trouble at the police station. ---
"He's not dead-----" Baililu suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at the two nuns, and said aloud.
The two nuns were so frightened that they backed away. One of them fell down into the pool. It was as if Baililu who was not dead was scarier than Baililu who was dead. -------
"He was seriously injured," Baililu said. "Very serious. Coco is really going to die---------"
The two nuns looked at each other wrongly, then walked over together and each of them grabbed Yi Baililu's legs and arms, trying to drag him out of the water first.
Fang Yan returned to the group of nuns. There was a cut on his chest, a cut that touched the flesh. The opened flesh was leaking blood, gurgling quickly and quickly.
Hong Xiu disappeared.
The other nuns were all panicked. Nun Jinghui and another older nun ran to Fang Yan with worried faces and said, "Donor Fang Yan, am I okay?" I'm seriously injured-----"
"Thank you, Master, that------he knows very well------" Fang Yan smiled and thanked. After all, Hong Xiu's sword was touched by his presence. No one knows the extent of the injury better than him.
"Would you please call the police?"
"Thank you, Master, he's fine -------" Fang Yan was very surprised. The old nun kept a kind smile and said, "There is no need to call the police. When the police arrive and the bad guys are dead, they can Capture the good guys-------"
"Only our thieves in Yanziwu can do that kind of thing without asking for face-----" An old voice came from high in the sky.
Everyone looked up and saw a man wearing a black robe appearing on the roof.
The disappearing Hong Xiu was held in his arms. Hong Xiu had passed out and his face was bloody.