Chapter 434, Hundred Poisons Great Array!

The person Fang Yan has ever seen with the most majestic spear is Mo Qingdi, and the person with the most thrilling sword has ever seen is the Chiba Army.

Today he met the hottest man in the boxing.

The lethality of each weapon is equally huge.

Like a pistol and a cannon----- of course, that's just talk.

This argument is limited to cold weapons. For example, the characters in Gu Long's novels, is Xiao Li's flying knife fast or Ximen Blowing Snow's sword fast?

Rumble-----

True to its name, Storm Fist is shaped like a hurricane with a faint thunderous roar.

The fist wind absorbed the cold air and snowflake fragments around it, and a layer of frost formed around the huge arcing wind gust.

As fast as lightning, it rolled towards Fang Yan with a devastating posture.

Before Fang Yan could make a defusing move, he was already blown out by the hurricane.

Fang Yan's body rose into the air and flew out upside down.

Bang!

His feet hit the ground, and the hurricane hadn't completely dissipated, pushing him back and forth.

Laugh at------

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

The soles of the shoes rub against the road surface, making a snorting sound.

Fang Yan used a jack pendant to suppress his retreat, and only then did he regain his foothold.

The feet were hot and painful, but a cold touch invaded the pain again.

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

Seeing that Fang Yan was not knocked down, Jin Donghai laughed instead of hurrying, and shouted loudly: "Happy." For twenty years, you've been the only young man who has been able to take my Storm Punch----- try my punch again. ”

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

The right hand clenched into a fist with one hand, and smashed straight towards Fang Yan.

His right arm was unprovokedly thicker, his exposed fist was crimson, the buttons of his shirt sleeves burst out, and his fist made a hissing sound as if it were about to burn.

This is a fist from the fire, a domineering punch.

If there is still a feminine and moist side in the Storm Fist, then the Fire Fist is the representative of the most rigid and yang.

There is no coming, there is no return.

The fist is like a flame, intent on incinerating all obstacles to ashes.

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

It's not about respecting his character, it's about respecting his skills.

A person can practice a boxing technique to the peak, Fang Yan can understand. Because he felt like that kind of person.

But being able to practice both diametrically opposed punches to the top is more than just talent.

Respect does not mean liking.

Fang Yan's feet were spread apart, and he performed the drunken crane riding the wind foot method passed down from the old drunkard.

The drunken crane moves freely in the wind, ethereal and invisible. It is easy to paralyze the opponent and make it difficult for the opponent to find his true body.

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

The closer Jin Donghai was, the more Fang Yan shook.

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

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

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

Rumble-----

He threw a punch out.

His heart snickered with joy and felt the air resistance in front of him increase.

That's the real feeling of hitting the object, not the regret of a punch in the air.

He sped up his steps forward, wanting his flaming fist to pierce Fang Yan's body fiercely.

He likes the feeling of objects burning. for the burning is because of oneself.

A heroic boy who fights the heavens and the earth.

And his southern boxing champion Jin Donghai likes to stifle the miracles of other people's word of mouth.

Coax-----

Fist launched. Even the surrounding sky was red by his fists.

It doesn't feel right.

One real and one virtual, the former real and the latter virtual.

He had obviously touched Fang Yan's true body just now, why did his fist fail?

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

That step is easy to say, but it's actually very difficult. First, use the extremely difficult drunken crane to ride the wind to confuse Jin Donghae, making it difficult for him to capture the main body. As a result, his heart was weak and his confidence was greatly reduced.

Then use the real body to lure him into a punch, and when the punch is difficult to retract halfway, he suddenly increases his speed with the heart of Tai Chi with his amazing skills, and leaves the moment before the fist collides with the body.

These two kinds of absolute learning are very rare, and the heart of Tai Chi is even rarer.

The vicissitudes of life are actually just a moment. It's only a fraction of a second.

His body avoided the fist that had turned fiery red, and Fang's plum blossom took a step sideways, slamming a punch on the back of Jin Donghai's vest.

Burst------

The speed of Jin Donghae's forward rush accelerated again, and a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth.

It was too easy to break, and his body had already turned into a fire. Fang Yan slapped out, forcibly pouring his strength into his irritable body, causing his qi and blood to be disordered and his rage intensified. Natural fire attacks the heart and promotes blood water.

Kim Dong-hae finally sensed the danger.

He never underestimated his opponents, never.

When he saw that Fang Yan was about to fall into the pit, since he was able to deal with the black-clothed people who surrounded him with thunderous means, he regarded this young man as an opponent of his own level.

However, it was only at this moment that he realized that the young man had performed far better than he had expected.

He always thought that victory should be on his side. Now, he's panicking.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him.

Fang Yan's body rotated continuously, chasing after Jin Donghai like a tornado, and then slapped Jin Donghai's back palm after palm.

Jin Donghai's strength is both rigid and yang, and Fang Yan also attacks with his sinister and fiery energy.

The two energies were entangled in Jin Donghai's body, and the fire did not blend. Jin Donghai felt that his internal organs were about to burn off, and he could only spurt blood one after another.

Kim Donghae was seriously injured, but he still ran forward desperately. He knew that if he ran one step slower, he would be shot to death by that vicious guy.

Fang Yan's toes touched the ground, his body jumped high like a roc spreading its wings, and then slammed a punch on the back of Jin Donghai's head.

Bang-----

There was a sound of something popping!

Fang Yan's body flew away, and he didn't have time to look back.

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

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Since ancient times, loyalty and righteousness cannot be both.

For the black-robed man, the choice he had to face was more difficult to choose than loyalty.

He is a snake king and a snake slave, whether he is loyal to his master or his feelings, this is indeed a very tangled question.

The master holds his serpent's eyes, and if he dares to disobey his master's orders, then the master can easily kill him.

And apprentice---- this is the deepest and most difficult thing in his memory. The images in his brain kept refreshing and dissipating, and there was almost nothing worth savoring. However, the picture of the two villains riding on the threshold and waiting for him to go back is unforgettable.

The black-robed man looked at the current Snake Monarch with pity in his eyes and said, "Now that you are ready, then show your best side---- Snake Monarch should not have any mercy." ”

The current snake monarch got up from the ground with a bloody face, he looked at the black-robed man standing in front of him, bowed to the black-robed man, and took out a yellowed bamboo flute from his pocket.

There is a long, cumbersome sound coming from the bamboo flute, and the strange tone is infinitely repeated, sounding lethargic.

Strange things happen.

The cold wind is coming again, and the winter snow is back.

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

The rattlesnakes with wagging tails and crackling, the scorpions that were all covered in fiery red, the centipedes that looked more than a meter long with countless big feet, and the dense green-skinned toads and star-spotted toads-----

They traveled in groups, advancing mightily, and the target was the black-robed man standing in isolation.

"Hundred Poison Array?" said the black-robed man with a pleased smile on his face, "You are better than I thought. Very good, this is my good apprentice. ”

The tone of the bamboo flute changed slightly, and the eyes of the poisons that had been awakened turned blood-red, and they began to attack the black-robed man.

When the first poisonous snake was about to bite him, the black-robed man resolutely rushed towards the current snake king.

Long snakes were thrown out, poisonous frogs were pinched and exploded, and centipedes were trampled off.

The black-robed man flew with both hands, and kept spilling out some red or black medicinal foam.

His black robe kept rising, and every time he shook the poison that came close, he would turn around and run away. Then approached the charge again under the impetus of the music.

One by one, they fell to the ground, and one after another got up and continued to move forward.

The great array of poisons, do not approach the living.

Once in battle, never die.

Wow-----

A bright light struck.

It was a car coming from a distance, and the car had high beams, and the lights illuminated the battle as bright as day.

The current snake monarch who retreated in a loop with a bamboo flute, the black-robed man who was chasing forward, and the ugly creatures in that place-----

Bang dang!

The car door was pushed open, and a young *** dressed in white was in the dazzling light, and his whole person became tall and handsome, and his divine light flashed.

The man in white stared coldly at the scene in front of him, and shouted angrily: "The sacred land of Swallow Dock is also the place where you vicious clowns come to go wild?"

(PS: Thank you for the reward of the thief who loved to watch the brother when I was a child, and thank you for the reward of the dead Tango V4 tyrant!)