Chapter 774, a city of wind and rain (II)!

The brilliance in Fang Haohan's palm exploded, like a white sun suddenly rising in the sky.

The blazing white light enveloped Fang Haohan's body, and it also completely wrapped the black fist of the hooded man.

However, it failed to hide the color of the hooded man's fist itself---- like a black spot on the sun, like a little flaw on a bead.

The black fist was wrapped in strength, with an all-engulfing evil aura, and it bombarded Fang Haohan's body fiercely.

Huhuhu-------

The wind is howling, and the strength is rampant. Between the two of them, a white energy shield composed of energy was formed.

Inside the transparent energy shield, there was no strong wind, no torrential rain, and no air current. They are completely in a vacuum.

The energy shield appeared in an instant, and then disappeared in an instant.

The surrounding raindrops were ejected, transforming into countless powerful bullets.

Click-------

The sound of bones breaking came out.

This is the first round of struggle, it is a collision of flesh and flesh, it is a fight between bones and bones, I don't know if Fang Haohan's bones are broken or the bones of the hooded man are cracked.

"The Cai family's wildfire fist ----," Fang Haohan thought in his heart.

Huaxia Kung Fu has the saying of southern boxing and northern legs, and southern boxing does not refer to a single boxing path, but refers to the boxing methods of the entire southern Chinese being superior to the north.

Fast, accurate, ruthless, and always able to come up with new and surprising things.

The north wants to be the leader of the Baili Divine Fist of the Baili Family, but there is Cai Li Huozhi in the south. The Cai family's wildfire boxing, the Li family's five grappling boxing, and the Huo family's Lost Trace Fist are all elites. It is also the backbone that has supported the saying of 'South Fist and North Leg' for hundreds of years.

Fang Haohan is Mo Xiaodi's apprentice, although the old drunkard master is not very qualified, and he is often lazy. However, Ying Qingdi liked to explain the various characteristics and wonderful uses of Tianxia Kung Fu to Fang Yan and his two apprentices.

The Cai family's wildfire fist was naturally in his explanation, so Fang Haohan recognized the origin of this boxing technique as soon as he came into contact.

"Respond to all changes with the same, and respond to all changes with the same. ”

What hasn't changed is the way he exerts force, fierce, fierce, fierce, so fierce that he can't do it.

Moreover, once the fight starts, it will be like a wildfire, menacing and never stopping. A posture that wants to burn everything, burning up the grasslands, mountains and rivers and even the black soil on the ground as far as the naked eye can see.

What has changed is their boxing style, and there are 127 variations of their boxing style, which was the official number a few years ago. How many changes there are now, I'm afraid even the old drunkard doesn't know.

Wildfire!

The hooded man is indeed a member of the Cai family, and he is a very important figure. It is precisely because of his good status that he completely wraps his head in a black night suit and a black hood.

With this blow, he used ninety percent of his strength.

He was going to punch Fang Haohan ---- stupid-looking big man into a pile of bone scum.

"Die---- hooded man cried in a muffled voice.

Rumble-----

The brilliance in Fang Haohan's palm shone again, like a return to the light, or a rebound before death, and then disappeared.

Sizzle----

Fang Haohan and the hooded man's bodies first stood still, and then as if they had been electrocuted, they bounced in the opposite direction at the same time.

Woo-la-la-la-----

Fang Haohan's feet slid rapidly on the ground, paddling wave after wave of water, and a majestic force pushed his body backwards.

As he retreated, his shrunken body began to swell and grow in size.

Click-----

The bones in Fang Haohan's body kept rattling, and when he struggled to stand still in the rain, his body returned to the dry and thin telephone pole figure it had been before.

The hooded man's body soared into the air and flew upside down and smashed into the distance.

His body passed through the rain shower, through the green belt next to him, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

Because the ground was too slippery, his body fell to the ground and then slid all the way until he hit the billboard on the side of the road before finally stopping.

"Poof-----

The hooded man's chest was agitated, and then he violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

In that blow, he was wounded.

He turned out to be injured.

Wildfire Punch is known for its force, and the way it is used is very special. Usually, if you hit it down, even if you encounter a top master, you can beat them with a lot of blood, and it will be difficult to calm down for a long time.

But what's going on with this bone monster today?

Until now, he still couldn't understand the meaning of those two brilliance flashes, according to his 'restrained Shenhua' realm, with the support of his whole body's strength, he was only able to complete an attack of that level.

He withdrew his strength and bombarded it again----

"It can't be. The hooded man shook his head in denial.

How old is this monster, how could it be that he has reached the legendary 'Heavenly Dao Realm' where internal strength is repeated?

Or is this a way of exerting power that you don't know?

The hooded man blocked Fang Haohan's first 'brilliance', but his body was injured by the second inexplicable brilliance.

Although the brilliance of the second time is not as bright as the first time, and the strength of the second time is not as great as the first one---- it is enough to seriously injure the hooded man whose old force has gone to the new force and his body is temporarily blank.

There was a feeling of displacement of his internal organs, and what was even more unbearable was that his right hand and arm also had a cone-like pain.

While fighting, he heard the crisp sound of bones breaking.

It's not hard to imagine that it was the sound that came from the pounding of his bones.

The torrential rain poured down and slapped on his face.

Most of his body was soaked in rain, and he looked indescribably embarrassed.

The hooded man suddenly felt a little regretful, why did he take this journey?

When he heard that the opponent he was about to face was Fang Yan, a genius who was rare in a hundred years of Tai Chi, he was excited, but he was dismissive.

Hype, it's all hype.

In today's society, people's hearts are getting worse and worse. Even some people in the inner rivers and lakes have been contaminated with those vices outside.

Kung fu is practiced day and night with one punch and one kick, can it be packaged and hyped?

He came out this time to fight with Fang Yan and expose his untrue face of 'Daomen Zhongxing'----

When he came out on a mission today, he heard that he might not be able to meet Fang Yan, and he was still a little unhappy in his heart. He just came for Fang Yan, he couldn't even meet Fang Yan, what was the point of him coming out?

"What? The opponent is Fang Yan's junior nephew?" After hearing the news, he almost smashed the table where he was eating. He yelled at the people, 'Isn't that insulting?'

Now he knows that others have not insulted him, and the person who insults him the most is himself-----

"Isn't that insulting?" the hooded man thought of this, and wanted to bury his head in the rain, and it was better to never lift it up.

Fang Haohan didn't care what the hooded man was thinking, anyway, he was not the woman he liked, and everyone didn't have any friendship.

After Fang Haohan's figure stood still, he glanced at the position of the hooded man, and quickly ran in the direction where he was.

"Kill him and talk about it-----," Fang Haohan thought to himself. "Anyway, it's just a thing that is easy to get along the way----"

I have to say that after getting along with Fang Yan for a long time, I will somehow get infected with Fang Yan's temperament of preferring to die rather than suffer losses and desperately take advantage. For example, now, he has already knocked out his opponent anyway, if he is easily solved again, then even if he has a loss---- the loss doesn't look so big, right?

Of course, a hundred hooded men can't be compared to his Xiaoya. Not a million.

Click-----

Fang Haohan's body bowed slightly, and he swooped towards the position where the hooded man was.

Ga----

His body spun in circles.

As he spun in circles, a bullet passed through the edge of his body.

The one-eyed dragon drove towards the place where the hooded man was, and pulled the trigger on Fang Haohan with a silver pistol in the other.

Fang Haohan's body avoided the side of the car, and as the van was about to pass by him, he suddenly jumped up and jumped into the compartment of the van through the open window.

The one-eyed dragon was shocked, he had just seen Fang Haohan shrink his bones. However, this kid's ability to drill holes is too good, right?

If he knew that Fang Haohan knew Mo Qingdi's previous profession, he probably wouldn't have let out such an exclamation.

Fang Haohan's drilling speed is fast, and the one-eyed dragon's reaction speed is even faster.

After he found that Fang Haohan appeared beside him, he immediately raised his gun and pulled the trigger on Fang Haohan above the passenger cab. There was no pause in the process. Not a minute or a second.

Click----

He pulled the trigger, but no bullets were fired.

What about bullets?

What about bullets?

What about my bullets?

Thunderbolt-----

Fang Haohan threw the bullet he had unloaded in his hand on the ground, then snatched the pistol from the one-eyed dragon's hand, and then smashed it into the ruthless-eyed dragon's head with the heavy body of the gun.

Click----

Click----

Click----

After only two or three smashes, the one-eyed dragon's head became a blur of flesh and blood.

His forehead was covered in blood, and his only eye was blurred by the blood.

"There is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door to hell, you break in----- if you want to die---- I will send you to die-----"

The one-eyed dragon had a hideous face and grinned wildly.

He slapped a red button on the steering wheel of the car, and the van he was in tore apart and exploded with a thud.

Green liquid splattered everywhere, and the body of the van was rapidly corroded into puffs of smoke.

(PS: Just came back from eating out, the little lover held the bottle and "Winnie the Witch" and argued for me to tell her a story, but I seriously refused, I want to write a story for you.)

This is a Weibo post posted last night, thinking that I have to write a chapter anyway.

As a result, I couldn't write a chapter anyway----- my head was dizzy, and I couldn't write a word. ）