Chen Fan's figure and fist were like a cannon blasted out.

The dust raised outward suddenly sunk inward, and two figures rushed back into the collapsed shop.

Many years ago, among Fang La's brothers, Fang Qifu was the most astounding in both civil and martial arts. He was both knowledgeable and skilled in martial arts. He could master eighteen kinds of martial arts immediately. Outsiders called him "Yunlong Jiuxian".

, one is that his methods are changeable and unpredictable, and the other is that Fang Qifu has the best understanding of the essence of Dragon-shaped Fist among many martial arts.

Most martial arts in the world are inspired by the power of animals and objects in the world, but there is no dragon in the world. Dragon-shaped boxing is a boxing technique derived from visual totems. When punching, the footsteps match the body shape and spine, and the force is exerted by leaping.

The boxing skills are grand, long and coherent, and he is also good at grappling, body skills, leg skills and other skills.

Chen Fan came for revenge, intending to confront the enemy in dragon form.

The moment Lin Zongwu caught the green brick, his figure had disappeared from the spot. His steps ran for several feet, and his figure sank and rose like a blue dragon. When he punched, his strength had reached its peak.

Lin Zongwu threw the brick and fought hard with both hands, but was punched backward.

But at a close distance, Chen Fan felt as if he had been plunged into a thick paste.

Ripples appeared in the smoke and dust, shaking in all directions.

Chen Fan didn't care. The cannon hammers in his hands spread out like rain, and countless heavy punches rushed to hit him.

Lin Zongwu retreated with his feet, knocked away the bricks and stones, and used his fists to block and block. At a certain moment, his hands suddenly shot out, smashing open Chen Fan's fist frame, and like the mouth of a galloping beast, it suddenly strangled Chen Fan's hand.

The dust agitated and filled the air, and Lin Zongwu's hands roared like sharp claws stirring up the sky clouds.

Grappling hand, dragon shape.

This was the "Yunlong Exploring Claw" that Fang Qifu was most good at back then. Now when Lin Zongwu used it, it was particularly ferocious and violent. When the claws opened and closed, they were like a bloodthirsty dragon's mouth. If it were an ordinary warrior,

, as soon as the claws are closed, the arm will be directly torn into pieces.

But Chen Fan was so powerful. At this moment, his arm suddenly sank, and the muscles in his hand were like a giant python, dismantling in the shape of a dragon, and buckling back. In the blink of an eye, the grappling and counter-grabbing of both sides spread out, and in the dust, like

Thousands of giant dragons flew and bitten, spinning and stretching as the two people walked. Chen Fan's sleeves and Lin Zongwu's cassock sleeves first exploded into thousands of butterflies, and were then wrapped up in the torrent of air.

Go in, roar and fly.

"Fang Qi Buddha has spirit in heaven..."

The collapse of the surrounding shops continued. Tiles, beams, wooden frames, tables and chairs continued to slide downwards as the floor collapsed. The fight between the two was like a huge millstone, and objects that fell into it were either knocked away or crushed.

Crush. During this fierce tossing and turning, Lin Zongwu's voice rang out. Almost at the same moment, Chen Fan closed the distance with the opponent, and his arms suddenly changed from grappling to Tai Chi's hammering technique, slashing from top to bottom.

fall.

Bang——

Lin Zongwu's huge body sank, his left hand was raised and his right arm was pressed down, his hands were dancing like a Tai Chi circle, and the surrounding ground cracked in the dust.

"...I know you are better than your master..."

Making a sound with this huge effort seemed to bring some suffocation to Lin Zongwu's voice. Chen Fan shouted loudly and struck with the most powerful hammer technique in his hand. Lin Zongwu stepped back, every step was like a stake.

Usually smashed into stone slabs.

Chen Fan has been born with supernatural power since he was a boy. This may be the first time in many years that Lin Zongwu showed weakness in a strength competition. He stepped back three steps with a boom, and the fist frame of his upper body was smashed open. Chen Fan's

The fist came with all its strength, and the dragon shape under his feet combined with the heavy punch on his hand caused ripples to appear on Lin Zongwu's cassock and suddenly dented.

The moment his fist hit hard, Lin Zongwu's joyful face showed his white teeth in the dust. His right fist was like a huge cannon soaring into the sky, hitting Chen Fan's body at the same moment.

boom--

Chen Fan flew out upside down, smashed his body against the wall behind him, and rolled on the ground. He then used his hands to get up from his knees, spit out a mouthful of blood, and stood up.

The huge body in the dust shook for a while, and seemed to retreat. He slowly stretched his arms and walked towards this side.

The slow and heavy voice in his mouth spread through the dust.

"...I must be as happy as I am."

In the dust, I saw that Lin Zongwu's face was also stained with blood, and the blood between the two rows of teeth exposed due to his ferocious smile was bright red.

Chen Fan smiled.

"Sikong Nanquan is knowledgeable. I know that you have not made any progress over the years, so you are probably as angry as me."

"Haha...hahahaha..."

Lin Zongwu seemed to be stunned by this rhyming response, and then laughed again. At this time, outside the smoke-filled shop, the fighting on the battlefield was already fierce again. Lin Zongwu touched the blood at the corner of his mouth

, seems happy.

"Yes." He said, "I have been wandering around in circles all these years, chasing fame and fortune, but I have gained nothing from major events in the world. It is no wonder that you and other juniors say such things. But Chen Fan, to martial arts

…”

The huge demon god pushed aside the broken earth wall, passed through the shaking smoke, fixed his bloody eyes on the general in his prime, and came slowly.

"As for martial arts... Even if Zhou Tong is resurrected today, and Fang Qifu and Liu Dabiao are here in person, I will no longer be weaker than anyone else."

The fighting outside was fierce. He walked to the arms in front of Chen Fan and stopped to state the facts. Lin Zongwu was huge, now half a head taller than Chen Fan, who was strong and strong. The two of them were standing in the dust.

Confrontation. Some peace.

Chen Fan also looked at him.

"Monk, Chen Fan has practiced martial arts all his life and has never cared about martial arts. Do you know why?" He smiled, "The people you mentioned are remembered not because of whether their martial arts are the best in the world, but because they are the best in the world.

It depends on what they have done in this life. Chen Fan acted in this life, revenge was revenge, and war was war. He never stopped doing things just because his martial arts skills were the best in the world. Monk, if you are only the best in martial arts in this life, what will you do with it?

You are the best in the world at eating shit, so what’s the difference?”

Lin Zongwu's eyes were slightly stunned.

During the confrontation between the two figures, Chen Fan opened his arms.

"Come on... No. 1 in the world."

There was silence for a moment.

…

"……good."

****

The boiling fighting was noisy in the center of the city, sweeping everything near the old Wu Yamen.

Looking forward from the roof of the street on the south side, the black flag rushing forward has long been submerged in this chaos. Explosions are rising and blood is blooming. Occasionally, when the masters charge on the roof, they will set off a staggering scene of attack.

Many figures suddenly burst into flames while running, and blood rolled down.

Holding a telescope, Zuo Xiuquan looked at all this staggering thing on the roof. When the Jurchens were raging, he once followed the army and saw the vast battle formations and the defeat of thousands of people, but he

He had never seen such a fierce and audacious scene of fighting in the city. Not only the Chinese army team fighting forward, but also the will shown by the four kings of the Fair Party and the masters under the Great Light Sect at this moment also surprised him.

On one side of his field of vision, he saw the signal sent by the members of the Beiwei Army. After learning that Yin Ping and others succeeded in assassinating the "Founding General" Luo Yan, the old man put aside a worry and then spoke to the woman beside him.

"It is said that the Fair Party is a rabble, and the Green Forest people are not useful for a long time in the battle. I did not expect that they would show such courage today. Miss Seven, now all the squads of the Chinese Army are overwhelmed by the enemy and are in a critical situation. This will not...

What happened?"

The girl, who had scars on her face but could still see her beauty, put down the telescope and thought for a moment.

"Mr. Zuo, in the late period of the Southwest War, it was a mess. Do you know how long each team of the Chinese Army had to fight the enemy in each battle?"

"Um?"

"Hundreds of people stay on the top of the mountain, surrounded by thousands of people from the other side, and fight for half a day to a day. This is called a critical situation." Xiao Qi raised his telescope with a vague smile, "What we are here today is just a group of green forests.

The master felt that he was outnumbered and refused to accept his fate without resorting to bullying. To put it bluntly, they surrounded him without realizing how many people died around him, so I felt that I had the advantage and my blood was boiling. It was not us who were responsible for the attack today, but

According to the original plan, half a stick of incense was nailed on the battlefield, and within one stick of incense at most, the enemy would collapse."

Her words were calm, and her detailed statement sounded more like a verdict. It was the first time Zuo Xiuquan saw the behavior of women from the Chinese Army on the battlefield. He was stunned at this moment, but then he remembered and followed him there.

Zuo Wenhuai and others from Fujian didn't feel the same way. Even though they looked weak on the surface, they were actually calm and meticulous in their work, yet cold and decisive, so calm that they were almost cold.

If Mr. Nanning's cheerful face was torn off when he was receiving guests, the face underneath would probably look like this, right?

"But what about Leader Lin?"

Zuo Xiuquan raised the telescope and looked at it for a while, and sighed: "You were hiding it earlier, but I was still in the dark. You didn't expect that Chen Shuai was coming in person. But even if Chen Shuai is brave, he will not put his general in danger."

Qiang, what kind of identity is he? He killed a hero with excellent silver skills. Why should he end up fighting with such a reckless man? Moreover, this Lin Zongwu has been known as the best in the world in martial arts for many years. What he is good at is the bravery of ordinary men. Are you really sure?

, what’s the point of letting Chen Shuai take him down?”

When the old man said this, his words were solemn, and he was quite nervous about the arrangement of the Chinese army. He had studied writing all his life, and had spent a lot of time with Zuo Duanyou. Occasionally, he got to know who was good at martial arts, and sighed.

A few words of "this is inhumane" are just treated as entertainment like watching a drama, just like Qin Siyuan's contempt for Lin Zongwu and neglect of Zhou Tong. Lin Zongwu has practiced martial arts all his life and is known as the best in the world. Even if it is true,

In their eyes, he is not even as good as Chen Fan's little finger, so why should he end up there?

When he said this, Xiao Qi twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and felt a little embarrassed.

"...Chen Shuai suddenly came here and wanted to do something. We also tried to persuade him. Uncle Qian couldn't persuade him. What can we do? My brother-in-law didn't come..."

"I didn't expect that He Wen actually told the truth in this matter..."

"There is not a word of truth in He Wen's mouth. He is different from before."

Speaking of He Wen, Xiao Qi shook her head. Back then, in the southwest, He Wen was a Confucian knight who was both civilized and martial. His eloquence was not limited to martial arts, and his elegant demeanor was extremely attractive. If not for this, he would not have won the favor of Lin Jingmei.

, including Ning Yi's later retention, because he appreciated his talents and temperament. However, when he came to Jiangning this time, He Wen's exposed style had indeed changed a lot. He was full of nonsense and jokes, which was not very impressive.

good.

The old man also shook his head.
To be continued...