The light in Fang Junjie's heart exploded, just like a red sun suddenly rising in the sky.
The blazing red light enveloped Fang Haohan's body, and also completely enveloped the hooded man's pitch-black fist.
But no, it couldn't cover up the color of the hooded man's fist itself - just like a dark spot on the sun's face, like a flaw on a bead.
The black fist, packed with energy and an all-devouring evil aura, struck hard at Fang Haohan's body.
Huhuhu------
The wind is howling with great vigor. Between the two of them, a red measurable shield composed of energy was formed.
Inside the transparent measurable cover, there are no strong winds, no heavy rain, and no air currents. They are in a complete vacuum.
The measurable cover appears instantly and disappears instantly.
The surrounding raindrops were ejected and turned into countless powerful bullets.
Click-------
There was a sound of breaking bones.
Whether it was the first round of struggle, the collision of flesh and flesh, or the fighting of bone and bone, I don't know if the hero's bones were broken or if the bones of the man in the hood were cracked.
"The Cai family's Wild Fire Fist----" Fang Haohan thought in his heart.
In Chinese Kung Fu, there is the theory of Southern Boxing and North Legs. Southern Boxing does not refer to a separate boxing style, but to the fact that the boxing techniques in the entire southern part of China are superior to those in the northern part.
Fast, accurate, ruthless, and always surprising.
In the north, the Baili Family's Baili Shenquan is the leader, but in the south there is Cai Lihuo. The Cai family's Wild Fire Fist, the Li family's Five Capture Fist and the Huo family's Mizong Fist are all elite. Nor can it support the backbone of the saying "Southern fist and North leg" that has not failed for hundreds of years.
Fang Junhaohan was a disciple who never underestimated his enemy, even though the old alcoholic master was not very qualified and was often lazy. But no, Ying underestimated the enemy and liked to explain the various characteristics and magical functions of Tiandong Kung Fu to Fang Yan and his two apprentices.
The Cai family's Wild Fire Fist was naturally included in his explanation, so Fang Haohan recognized the origin of that boxing technique as soon as he came into contact with it.
“Be constant in response to all changes, and be consistent in response to all changes.”
What remains unchanged is his way of exerting force, which is fierce, ferocious, fierce, and extremely fierce.
Moreover, once the fighting begins, it is like a wildfire that will spread across the prairie fire and never stop. A posture that wants to burn everything, burning all the grasslands, mountains and rivers that can be seen with the naked eye, and even the black soil on the ground.
The most ever-changing thing is their boxing style. There are 127 variations in their boxing style, which is no less than the official figure from a few years ago. I'm afraid even the old drunkard doesn't know how many changes there are now.
Wildfire burns the city!
The man in the hood is indeed a member of the Cai family, and he is a very important person. Perhaps it was because of his good status that he wore black night clothes and completely wrapped his head in a black hood.
In that blow, he used 90% of his strength.
He begged Fang Haohan, that stupid-looking big man, to be punched into a pile of bones.
"Suffer death----" the man in the hood muttered.
boom-----
The brilliance in Fang Haohan's heart shone again, like a flashback, or a rebound before death, and then disappeared.
Hiss----
The bodies of Fang Junhaohan and the hooded man stood still at first, and then they rebounded in opposite directions at the same time, as if they had been electrocuted.
Chi la la-----
Fang Haohan's feet were sliding rapidly on the ground, paddling waves of water, and the majestic liquid force pushed his body backwards.
As he retreated, his shrunken body began to expand and grow.
Click click click click -----
The bones in Fang Haohan's body kept crackling. When he struggled to stand still in the rain, his body regained its previous dry and thin telephone pole figure.
The hooded man's body rose into the air, flying backwards and smashing into the distance.
His body passed through the rain shower and the green belt next to it, and then fell to the ground with a thud.
Because the ground was too smooth, his body slid all the way after landing on the ground, and finally came to a stop after hitting a billboard on the side of the road.
"puff-----"
The hooded man's chest was shaking, and then he spit out a mouthful of blood.
He was injured in the blow just now.
He was actually injured.
Wildfire Fist is famous for its fierce force, and its method of exerting force is very special. Usually, a single strike to the east, even if it encounters an extremely high kick, can still make their blood boil, and it will be difficult to calm down for a long time.
Can you tell me what's going on with that bone monster tomorrow
It is difficult for him to understand the meaning of those two flashes of brilliance until now. According to his realm of "external divine brilliance", it is impossible to complete an attack of that level with the support of his whole body.
He took back his power and bombarded again----
"That's not possible." The man in the hood shook his head in denial.
How old is that monster, and how could he reach the legendary 'Heavenly Realm' where foreign powers come and go
In other words, is it a way to exert force that I don't know
The man in the hood blocked Fang Junhan's first "glitter", but his body was injured by the second inexplicable flash of brilliance.
Although the brilliance of the second time is not as bright as the first time, and the intensity of the second time is not as strong as the first time - but no, it is enough to remove the old power and the new power, and the body is temporarily in an empty red state. He was seriously injured.
There was a feeling of displacement in his internal organs, which was even more unbearable. His right leg, leg and arm also suffered from heart-pounding pain.
While fighting, he heard the crisp sound of bones breaking.
It's not hard to imagine that it was the sound that his own bones made when they couldn't bear the heavy blow.
The rain was pouring down, slapping on his face and body.
Most of his body was soaked in rainwater, and he looked indescribably miserable.
The hooded man suddenly felt a little regretful. Why did he ask for that journey
When he heard that he would meet Fang Yan, a once-in-a-century prodigy of the Tai Chi lineage, he was excited, but he disdained Ye Qin.
Hype, no hype.
In today's society, people's hearts are getting worse and worse. Even some people in the outer world have been infected with the bad habits outside.
Can Kung Fu be practiced hard on a moonlit night with punches and kicks, or can it be packaged and hyped
That time he came out, would he ask for a good fight with Fang Yan and expose his false face of "Taoist Zhongxing"----
When he went out to perform the mission tomorrow, he felt a little unhappy when he heard that he could not meet Fang Yan. He came here just for Fang Yan, and he couldn't even meet Fang Yan. What was the point of him coming out
"What? Fang Yan's nephew?" After hearing the news, he almost smashed the dining table. He shouted at those people, "Isn't that insulting?"
Only now did he realize that they did not insult him. The person who insulted him the most was himself-----
"Isn't that insulting?" The man in the hood thought of those words and wanted to bury his head in the rain. It would be better if he never asked to be lifted up.
Fang Haohan didn't care what the man in the hood was thinking. Anyway, he didn't deny the woman he liked, and there was no friendship between them.
After Fang Haohan stood still, he glanced at the position of the hooded man and quickly ran in his direction.
"Get rid of him first-----" Fang Haohan thought in his heart. "Anyway, it's not a smooth journey----"
It has to be said that after spending time with Fang Yan for a long time, some of Fang Yan's temperament of preferring death to taking advantage of others will come out. For example, now, he has knocked down the wrong leg anyway. If he is defeated by the wrong leg, then even if he loses something, the loss doesn't seem to be that big, right
Of course, a hundred men in hoods cannot compare with his Xiaoya. Not even a million.
Click click click-----
Fang Haohan's body bowed slightly and dived towards the location of the hooded man.
Ga----
His body spun in rapid circles.
While he was spinning around, a bullet passed through the edge of his body.
The one-eyed dragon drove towards the place where the hooded man was with one leg, held up the silver leg gun with the other leg and mistook Fang Haohan to pull the trigger.
Fang Haohan's body moved to the side of the car. When the van was about to pass by him, he suddenly jumped up and jumped into the van's compartment through the open window glass.
The one-eyed dragon was shocked. He had just seen Fang Haohan shrinking his bones. But no, that guy's ability to drill holes is too good, right
If he knew about Fang Haohan's major before he met Mo Qingdi, he probably wouldn't have sighed like that.
Fang Haohan's drilling speed is fast, and the one-eyed dragon's reaction speed is even faster.
After he found Fang Haohan appearing next to him, he immediately raised his gun and pulled the trigger at Fang Haohan who was in the passenger compartment. There was no pause in that process. Not even a second.
Click----
He pulled the trigger, but no bullets were fired.
Where are the bullets
Where are the bullets
Where are his bullets
Thunderclap-----
Fang Haohan threw the bullets unloaded from his legs to the ground, then grabbed the leg gun from the Cyclops's leg, and then slammed the heavy gun body into the head of the Cyclops.
Click----
Click----
Click----
After only two or three hits, the one-eyed dragon's head became bloody and bloody.
His forehead was covered with blood, and the only eye he had was soaked in blood and became blurry.
"There is a road to heaven but I won't take it. There is no door to hell so I just barged in ----- I wanted to die - he sent me to die -----"
The one-eyed dragon had a ferocious face and grinned crazily.
He slapped a red button on the steering wheel of the car, and then the van he was riding in exploded into pieces with a 'boom'.
Green liquid splashed everywhere, and the van's body was quickly corroded into thick liquid smoke.
(ps: I just came back from eating out. My little lover was holding a milk bottle and clamoring for "Winnie the Witch" to tell him a story. He seriously refused. He begged to write a story for us.
That's what I posted on Weibo yesterday morning, thinking that I would write a chapter no matter what.