Chapter 434, Hundred Poisons Formation!

Fang Yan had seen the most powerful gun force, Mo Qing's enemy, and the most thrilling sword force, was the most powerful war force of Qianye War.

Today he met the most popular person in boxing.

With one through all kinds of weapons, the lethality that can be exerted when used to the extreme is equally huge.

For example, a pistol and a cannon - of course, this is just a talk.

This statement is limited to cold weapons. For example, is the characters in Gu Long's novels fast? Is it Xiao Li Feidao's fast or Ximen Chuxue's fast? Such a question must be a big deal.

boom--

The name of the Storm Fist is actually like a hurricane, with faint thunder.

The fist wind absorbed the cold air and snowflake fragments around it, and a layer of frost formed around the outer edge of the huge arc-shaped wind gust.

It was as fast as lightning, rolling towards the square flame in a destructive posture.

Before Fang Yan could make a move to resolve the situation, he was already blown away by the hurricane.

Fang Yan's body soared into the air and flew backwards.

Bang!

His feet landed on the ground, and the hurricane had not completely dissipated, pushing him to continue moving backwards.

laugh--

The soles of the leather shoes under Fang Yan's feet were stepped on the ice and snow, deeply embedded into the road.

The soles of the shoe rubbed against the road surface, making a squeaking sound.

Fang Yan used a thousand-pound pendant to suppress his retreat, and then he regained his foothold.

The feet were so painful, but a cold feeling of touch was invading the pain.

Only then did Fang Yan realize that his soles had been worn out, and his feet were standing so naked on the gravel road.

Seeing that Fang Yan was not knocked down, Jin Donghai laughed without rushing, and shouted loudly: "Happy. For twenty years, you have been the only young man who can take my Storm Fist - try another punch."

As Jin Donghai spoke, his body clenched his fists and rushed towards Fang Yan again.

He clenched his fist with one hand and smashed it straight towards Fang Yan.

His right arm was a big chunk of no reason, and the fist exposed outside was red. The buttons of his shirt sleeves burst out, and the fist was filled with a thrilling sound, as if it was about to burn.

This is a domineering and refreshing punch.

If there is a feminine and wet side in Storm Fist, then Lihuo Fist is the representative of the most strong and yang.

There is no coming or going, there is no going or going.

The fist is like a flame, intending to burn all obstacles into ashes.

This time, Fang Yan really respected Southern boxing champion Jin Donghai.

It is not about respecting his character, but about his skills.

Fang Yan can understand that a person can practice a boxing technique to the peak, because he feels that he is that kind of person.

However, being able to practice two completely opposite boxing techniques to the peak is not just something talent can do.

Respect does not mean liking.

Fang Yan's feet spread apart and used the Drunken Crane's foot technique passed down from the old drunkard.

The drunk crane moves casually and is invisible when riding on the wind. It is easy to numb the opponent and make it difficult for the other party to find his true body.

Fang Yan's body bent slightly, his legs shaking, moving left and right, like a drunken crane.

The closer Jin Donghai is, the more Fang Yan shakes.

In the end, Fang Yan's true body disappeared, and what remained in Jin Donghai's eyes were countless afterimages.

Since you can't see anything, you can simply not see it.

Jin Donghai simply closed his eyes and used his own perception to feel Fang Yan's existence. For a master warrior, perception is more reliable than eyes.

boom--

He punched him out.

He was secretly happy and felt the air resistance ahead increased.

That is the real feeling of about to hit an object, not the regret of a punch that gives people a sense of emptiness.

He rushed forward faster, trying to pierce Fang Yan's body hard.

He likes the feeling of objects burning because it is because of himself.

Heroic boy, fighting against the sky and the earth.

And his southern boxing champion Jin Donghai likes to kill miracles passed down by word of mouth.

coax--

The fist was pushed out. Even the sky around him was reflected by his fist.

It feels wrong.

One real and one virtual, the front is real and the back is empty.

I had just touched Fang Yan's true body, but why did my fist fall into nothing?

"Idiot." Fang Yan's cold voice came over. His body avoided a step. "You've been trapped."

The step just now is easy, but it is actually very difficult. First, use the Drunken Crane with a very high difficulty coefficient to ride the wind to confuse Jin Donghai, making it difficult for him to capture the body. This caused his heart to be weak and his confidence to be sharply reduced.

Then use the real body to lure him out his punch. When the punch is half hard to retract, he suddenly increases his speed with his magical Tai Chi heart and leaves the moment before the fist hits his body.

These two kinds of unique knowledge are very few, and the heart of Tai Chi is even rarer.

The world of change has changed in reality, but in fact it only takes a moment, and even only a few seconds.

His body avoided the fist that had turned fiery red. Fang's plum blossoms moved one step and slapped Jin Donghai's vest with one punch.

puff--

Jin Donghai's speed of rushing forward accelerated again, and a mouthful of blood spit out of his mouth.

After a while, his body had already turned into a fire. Fang Yan slapped it out and forced his energy into his irritable body, causing his qi and blood to be disordered and his violent violence. Naturally, the fire attacked the heart and induced bleeding.

Jin Donghai finally felt the danger.

He never underestimated his opponent, never.

When he saw Fang Yan's critical moment of car accident, since he could use thunder to deal with the men in black surrounding him, he even regarded this young man as his opponent of the same level.

However, it was not until this moment that he realized that the young man was far better than his estimates.

He always thought that victory should be on his side. Now, he was panicked.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him.

Fang Yan's body rotated continuously, chasing behind Jin Donghai like a tornado, and then slapped Jin Donghai's back heart one by one.

Jin Donghai's energy is strong and yang, and Fang Yan also uses the fierce and fierce energy to attack.

Two powerful energy tangled and fought hard in Jin Donghai's body, and the fire and fire did not blend together. Jin Donghai felt that his five internal organs were about to be burned, and he could only spew out blood one mouthful after another.

Jin Donghai was seriously injured and still ran forward desperately. He knew that as long as he ran a step slower, he would be beaten to death by that vicious guy.

Fang Yan pointed his toes on the ground, his body jumped high like a big roc spreading his wings, and then punched Jin Donghai on the back of his head.

Bang--

The sound of objects bursting!

Fang Yan's body flew away without having time to look back.

Nothing is more important than saving his father, including revenge-

Since ancient times, loyalty and righteousness have not been achieved.

For the man in black, the choice he has to face is more difficult to choose than loyalty.

He is the Snake Lord and the Snake slave. Whether he is loyal to his master or his feelings is indeed a very tangled question.

The master held his snake's eye. If he dared to disobey his master's orders, the master could easily kill him.

And the apprentice - this is the most profound and unforgettable thing in his memory. The pictures in his brain kept refreshing and dissipating, and there was almost nothing worth his reminiscing. However, the scene of the two villains riding on the doorstep waiting for him to return is unforgettable.

The man in black robe looked at the current Snake Lord with pity and said, "Since you are ready, show your best side - Snake Lord should not have any kindness."

The current snake king climbed up from the ground with blood on his face. He looked at the man in black robe standing in front of him, bowed to the man in black robe, and took out a yellowed bamboo flute from his pocket.

A long and tedious sound was made inside the bamboo flute, and the strange tone was repeated infinitely, sounding sleepy.

Something strange happened.

The cold wind is rising again, and the winter snow is rising again.

There was a rustling sound in the white snow, and countless animals poked their heads out of the snow.
To be continued...