Chapter 559, Eighth Sword!

"Help me-----" The black car driver's head stuck out of the door, half of his body stuck in the car. His body was drenched in blood, and a puddle of blood had accumulated on the ground, so there should have been some part of the injury.

He roared as he beckoned to the general for help.

There were only four people present, Fang Yan and the fisherman, Fang Yan and the fisherman were fighting, and it was impossible to be distracted to save him. He can only put his hope on the general's heart.

Jiang Shangxin just looked at Fang Yan with a blank look, completely ignoring the driver's eyes and shouts for help.

It was not the first time that Jiang Shangxin had seen Fang Yan make a move, but he was once again conquered by his kung fu.

Her body was held up by a puff of gas just now, and by the time she reacted, she was already a few meters away.

Fang Yan jumped so high and flew into the air like a bird, what was going on?

And ---- can make a big hole in the roof of the car with a slap of the palm, is this playing magic?

Fang Yan slapped out thirty-eight palms in a row, because his movements were too fast, so he only saw him slap out one palm.

In the eyes of onlookers, the truth is that Fang Yan condescendingly slapped the roof of the car and sank into the body.

She knew that when Fang Yan was fighting with the fisherman, it was the best time for her to leave here.

However, the general did not leave.

She knew that Fang Yan was very powerful, but what if Fang Yan couldn't beat the old man fisherman with sunglasses?

People say that a woman in love has zero IQ, and this sentence is particularly suitable for the body of the general.

Because I fell in love, I was worried a lot.

When Fang Yan's tornado storm blasted out, the fisherman knew that this kid's strength was amazing.

That's the power of nature, that's an irresistible force. Whether it is blocked or dismantled, the only way is to avoid its edge and choose to escape.

With a flick of his wrist, the silk thread in front of the rod flew towards the nearby tree.

The thread was wrapped around the trunk of the tree, and he sprang out like a Spider-Man who had unleashed the Silk Land.

Yes, the fisherman with the rod does look like the superhero made in Hollywood: Spider-Man!

The fisherman's feet were dangling in the air, and his whole body was pulled by silk threads and hung from the trunk of the tree.

The trunk creaked and looked like it could break at any moment.

Fang Yan looked at the fisherman and said, "The kid is very happy to be able to make the fisherman's predecessors praise him. Otherwise, let's stop fighting and killing, how about finding a place to drink tea and chat?"

The fisherman sneered and said, "Say you're fat, and you'll gasp." This is just the beginning, and you can't even warm up, so you want to run away?"

"I'm not trying to run away, I'm afraid of hurting your old man. "Fang Yan, I look like I'm completely thinking about you. "This is just showing a little bit of strength, not even a tenth of me, you just praise it non-stop, and you are a tiger master without a dog grandson and a hero out of a young man-----"

"I didn't say that heroes come out of teenagers----"

"But you showed that. This will make you marvel, and prove that your strength must be far inferior to mine---- anyway, you can't beat me, so we don't need to fight, right? If I really hurt you, my grandfather won't break my dog's leg when I go back?"

"Sharp-tongued fellow----" the fisherman shouted angrily, "I don't need your grandfather to break your dog's leg, I'll break your dog's leg now----"

As the fisherman spoke, his wrist flicked slightly.

Click------

The branch where the fishing line hung was broken, and it smashed towards Fang Yan with lush branches and leaves.

Huhuhu-----

The branches carried the sound of the wind, and the leaves fell as they flew.

But those falling leaves did not fly away with the wind, but pierced towards Fang Yan like a leaf knife.

Flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people, and it is said that these masters of the inner rivers and lakes.

Fang Yan's body spun in place, and the drunken crane riding the wind made her look like a butterfly piercing the flowers.

Whoosh-----

The blade knife passed through the top of his head, cheeks, under his ribs, crotch and other parts, but it could not touch his body.

In the eyes of Jiang Shangxin, Fang Yan at this time was strolling leisurely in the rain of swords, and his posture was extremely chic and freehand.

Bang bang-----

The blades were stuck in the ground or on the black cars, and the bodies of the cars were cut out one after another.

There were also two blades stuck to the thigh of the black car driver, who saw the blades flying but couldn't dodge, just howling and screaming again and again----

The most fatal thing was the thick tree trunk that was thrown by the silver thread, and they rushed towards Fang Yan's head with a clamour, with a posture of indiscriminate attack.

Fang Yan didn't dodge or dodge, his body rushed straight towards the tree pole.

Just as he was about to get closer, he suddenly threw a punch.

The trunk of the tree was like a lit cannon, and suddenly a thunderbolt exploded.

Fang Yan's body still rushed forward, heading towards the fisherman who pounced on him.

The fisherman held a fishing rod, and the rod stabbed at Fang Yan's chest like a long sword.

What's even more weird is that the fishing line seems to have eyes, and it actually winds around Fang Yan's body from behind.

There are spears in front and wire mesh in the back. The front and back strikes make people in a dilemma.

Fang Yan didn't advance or retreat, his body stood still instantly, and then stepped on the yin and yang poles, and quickly rotated in place.

Sou----

The long line passed through him and struck at the fisherman's location.

The fishing rod in the fisherman's hand carries the sound of wind and thunder, not a long sword but with the intention of killing.

As if he were too old to be strained, the bamboo pole shook in the fisherman's hand.

The snake spits out the core!

Fang Yan's eyes, eyebrows, mouth, throat, chest, and abdomen were all targeted by the fisherman. If you are not careful, you will be stabbed to death by him.

The speed of Fang Yan's charge did not decrease, and the pace of his advance was still steady and firm.

The heart of Tai Chi is spinning wildly, and the domain of Tai Chi is also in full swing.

In Fang Yan's mind, the bamboo pole in the fisherman's hand turned into a long red snake.

The snake's head shook constantly, but the snake's tail remained still.

Hit the snake and hit the seven inches!

Fang Yan slashed horizontally with one palm.

Click!

The head of the snake was cut off, and the bamboo pole was broken in two.

The fisherman held the broken branch and thorned it again, and Fang Yan split it again.

Cha!

Stab again!

Hack again!

Cha!

Stab again!

Hack again!

The fisherman stabbed seven times in a row, and Fang Yan split seven times in a row.

Every time the bamboo pole is split, it has to be broken.

Soon, the bamboo pole was only a small part of the fisherman's hand.

Seeing this scene, before the smile on his face could be stretched, he saw that the fisherman had already raised the half of the bamboo pole in his hand and stabbed it towards Fang Yan's chest.

"Fang Yan ------" the general screamed anxiously.

Wow------

The bamboo pole pierced into Fang Yan's body, and the bamboo pole in the fisherman's hand completely disappeared.

"Fang Yan -----" was really frightened.

She looked at the long pointed bamboo pole that disappeared above Fang Yan's body in disbelief, unwilling to believe what she was seeing.

Fang Yan stood up to protect herself, if Fang Yan was injured or died because of this, then what face did she have ----- to continue to live?

Her eyes were moist, and large tears rolled down her cheeks.

Her body trembled violently, and she wanted to rush up to check on Fang Yan's situation, but found that her legs didn't have the strength to move at all------

When her father left Fengxing, she was not around, and all she saw was his swollen body. So she didn't feel that way.

Now, Fang Yan is dying in front of his eyes, this feeling is really heartbreaking----

The fisherman succeeded in one blow and took a step back.

Fang Yan stood still, looked at the fisherman and said, "You have already reached this point?"

The fisherman nodded and said, "I calculated that you could block my five swords, but I didn't expect you to be able to block my seven swords-----"

"And what about the eighth sword?"

"There is no eighth sword. The fisherman said. "One blow, then decline, three exhaustion----- I can practice against common sense until I stab the fifth sword, which is already my limit. You can't even stab someone with three swords, that's the opponent. Even five swords can't stab people, that's a master. I can't even stab people with seven swords, that's my killer------"

"So you chose to give up?" asked Fang Yan.

"No, I just chose to hand over the right to attack to you-----" The fisherman looked at Fang Yan and said. "When I stabbed the eighth sword, I thought you would fight back------ you have a Tai Chi heart and can clearly see through the trajectory of my sword. When I strike, you can grab your sword with a simple small grappling hand, and then take advantage of the situation to stab me in the chest or a third rib under my ribs----- but unfortunately you don't. ”

Fang Yan smiled and said, "I can't do that. ”

"Why?"

"Because you're my grandfather's friend. Fang Yan said. "Although my grandfather has always called you hanged ghosts, I know that he regards you as a friend in his heart-----"

The fisherman's face was gloomy, and he said, "It's a pity, it's a pity-------"

"There's nothing to be sorry for. Fang Yan said comfortingly. "You're alive, he's alive, isn't it worth getting you both drunk?"

The fisherman laughed out loud, patted Fang Yan's shoulder hard, and said, "That's right, I'm alive, he's alive, isn't it worth making us drunk?"

The fisherman looked at Fang Yan and said, "Boy, I lost, I lost shamelessly, and I lost convincingly-------"

Fang Yan pulled out the half of the bamboo pole inserted under his ribs, presented it to the fisherman with both hands, and said, "Thank you seniors for your advice." ”

The fisherman's eighth sword just now was also seen by Fang Yan, and he mastered its veins with the heart of Tai Chi.

When it stabbed with a sword, Fang Yan's body shifted and he clamped the half of the bamboo pole with his arm, blocking the fisherman's attack.

"What's the pointer? It's just that you have learned from me with your real talents. The fisherman said.

He reached out and took the half of the bamboo pole that Fang Yan handed over, and then inserted his backhand into his chest.

Cha------

There was a sound of flesh piercing, and then blood instantly stained his chest.

"Senior------" Fang Yan hurriedly stopped.

The fisherman waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, you can't die." ”

“---------”

The fisherman glanced at Fang Yan meaningfully and said, "Originally, this sword should have been stabbed in for you, but if you don't want to do it, I have to do it for you------"

The fisherman looked not far away, weeping bitterly, and said, "Let's go." Let's go. Follow him and never come back------- it's not worth your return. ”