Chapter 433, I don't want to die and I don't want to die!

The mesh cable is silky and extremely sticky. It's hard to escape.

The top of Fang Yan's head was covered by a huge net, and on his feet was the trap pit they had set up.

It is extremely dangerous to go up or down, and it is difficult for people to escape quickly from the encirclement on the front, back, left, and right roads.

Countless black-clothed people were rushing towards this side, and there was only a dead end waiting for Fang Yan.

This was the most dangerous moment for Fang Yan to encounter.

The more dangerous it is, the more important it is to stay calm. Because the slightest negligence on your part can cost you your life.

The heart of Tai Chi is rotating at great speed, and the domain of Tai Chi is in full swing.

All at once the whole world became quiet, the wind stopped blowing, the snow stopped falling, and the people stopped moving.

The originally transparent network cable turned into a red line, which was clearly visible in Fang Yan's brain. Dense horizontal and vertical lines intersect, infinitely extending outward, seemingly borderless.

There was a flickering fire on the red line, and it turned out to be a power grid. When it completely enveloped Fang Yan's body, the burst of electrical energy that burst out in an instant could stun or even kill people directly.

The domain of Tai Chi is the domain of the gods.

Mountains, rivers, cattle and sheep, people, and even flowers and plants are all under the control of the gods.

In the realm of Taiji, Fang Yan is the real king and god.

His speed is faster than Skynet's downfall, and his killing moves are more ferocious than those of the man in black.

Fang Yan increased his speed to the extreme, and pounced towards the group of black-clothed people like a vicious tiger pounced on a sheep.

Sou-----

He grabbed the neck of a man in black, who was still charging forward, and he could see the face of the man in black in surprise and disbelief.

The man in black didn't understand, obviously everyone was still some distance away, and he had already calculated the time of contact, why did he choke his neck in an instant?

Click!

Fang Yan simply twisted his neck.

When the body of the man in black lost gravity and was slowly collapsing to the ground, Fang Yan had already rushed towards the second, third, and more men in black------

Click----

Click-----

Click-----

The sound of popping beans kept ringing. The sounds were joined together, and they became one sound.

If someone's eyes could keep up with Shang Yan's speed, then they would be surprised to find this extremely strange scene, a group of black-clothed people stood still in various charging postures, and Fang Yan pierced in front of them like a god of death harvesting life.

With every crisp sound, a life is lost.

The sound stopped, and Fang Yan's figure disappeared.

Thunderbolt-----

The men in black fell one after another.

Swish-----

The power grid, which gave people the feeling of falling rapidly just now, slowly fell, covering the black-clothed man lying on the ground inside, and then made a sound of electric current release.

Bang bang bang-----

The black-clothed men who fell to the ground were attacked by a strong electric current, and even though they were no longer breathing, their bodies were still bounced up and down by the electricity, as if they were dancing a zombie dance.

Click, click, click------

Their downed or bouncing bodies touched the mechanisms installed on the ground, and one mechanical leg after another bounced off with painful sounds.

Fang Yan stood outside the net, the prey just now had become the hunter now, and he looked at everything that was happening in front of him with cold eyes.

Those people, they deserve to die!

A middle-aged man in green clothes walked out, not tall, but with a clear temperament, his temples were slightly raised, and he had a restrained divine light at a glance.

He didn't even glance at the black-clothed companions in the pit, he just looked at Fang Yan with burning eyes, and said: "I know those who can't stop you, how can the real supreme masters be defeated by a broken net and a few foot clips? High-tech? Technology can sometimes be very weak---- what you showed just now is the legendary Tai Chi Heart? That ----feeling of stopping time is really enviable." ”

Fang Yan didn't respond to the man in Tsing Yi's question, but took the initiative to rush towards him.

His father had already been heard from, and every second of delay would have lost a second of time to treat him. He just wanted to get out of the fight quickly, no matter who was standing in front of him.

Words have no power, and the clash of strengths is the only battlefield.

"You can call me -----" When the man spoke, he had already punched out thirteen punches, and the green clothes on his body were suddenly puffed up with energy, because he was overwhelmed, and then he was pulled into pieces and floated in the air. "Boxing champion Kim Hae-dong. ”

Since ancient times, Chinese martial arts have the southern fist and the northern leg said, the southern boxing king Jin Haidong became famous more than 20 years ago, a pair of 'thunderbolt boxing' has the potential of the Yangtze River, can be categorical, break the defense. Even the national teacher Li Zongwu commented on his 'invincible hard work'.

What Fang Yan didn't expect was that he would collide with such a difficult opponent at this time and place.

However, whether it is the king of boxing or the king of artillery, whether it is invincible in hard skills or the first in soft skills, Fang Yan has to cut him off the horse.

Because, he hates!

Anyone who hinders himself from saving his father is hateful. It's a life-and-death feud.

The thirteen punches that Jin Haidong blasted out of thin air turned into thirteen cyclones, one cyclone after another, the second cyclone merged into the first cyclone, and the third cyclone merged into the first two cyclones.

The last thirteen cyclones merged into one and turned into a huge whirling storm.

Call-----

It was like the most violent hurricane, sweeping towards Fang Yan. A ferocious posture to devour it in the midst of a storm, tearing it to pieces.

This is the storm punch that Kim Hae-dong is best at.

He watched from the side Fang Yan's strength to kill more than a dozen black-clothed people in an instant at such a critical moment, so he didn't dare to slack Fang Yan in the slightest.

The best way to respect an opponent is to kill him with his most powerful moves.

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The golden thread snake exploded and died, and the black-robed man and the current snake monarch lost a prop for intermediate fighting skills.

The current snake monarch was sweating profusely, and his body was also covered with his own blood. But the black-robed man was indifferent, as if he had done something insignificant.

The black-robed man looked at his apprentice and said, "The golden snake shouldn't have died, it is the snake slave you raised, and it is closer to you both emotionally and physically----- you are anxious and impatient to take back control when you see it being controlled by me." Your hypnotic zone is too anxious, and the more anxious you are, the more you can stimulate the beastly nature of the snake and make it lose its ability to judge. It lost its ability to judge and began to move closer to me. Dilemma, blood stagnation, explosion and death. ”

The current Snake Monarch was full of shame and said, "Thank you, Master, the apprentice has been taught." ”

"It's already pretty good. The black-robed man chuckled. "I won't say goodbye, you were still young at that time---- you have been practicing alone for all these years, getting along with hundreds of insects day and night, it is already very good to have such results. You are gifted and lonely, and this is the key to your success. ”

"Thank you, Master. ”

The black-robed man waved his hand and said, "I am your master and your opponent. The golden snake is dead, and there is no more ---- between us. It's a shame. ”

"Master------" the current Snake King shouted.

The black robe on the black-robed man rose silently and floated towards the position where the current Snake King stood.

Every time he shook his black robe, puffs of white smoke drifted out of its black robe. White smoke swept down the wind, enveloping the place where the current Snake King stood.

Scattered!

Whether it is a poisonous snake or beast, it will kill if you touch it. Humanity is not immune.

People who raise snakes have countless strange poisons and foreign objects on their bodies.

The current Snake Monarch didn't dare to take it lightly, his thin body turned into a sharp arrow, avoiding the attack range of Bai Yan, and his body jumped high and attacked the upper end of the black-robed man.

The black robe on the black-robed man suddenly unfolded, enveloping the body of the current Snake Monarch inside.

So, the two snake disciples disappeared into the black robe at the same time.

The shape of the black robe is constantly changing, sometimes round, sometimes square, sometimes erect, sometimes jumping----

Syllable!

A figure was thrown out of the black robe, screaming and rolling on the ground.

The current snake monarch was drenched in blood, and his head and face were crawling with a reddish-brown ant. The current snake king slaps the ants desperately, but the ants have an excellent grip, and their teeth have barbs, and they can be deeply inserted into the flesh with every bite.

The current snake king can only reach out and grab those ants from his face and pinch them one by one, and each time he catches one, it is equivalent to tearing off a piece of skin and flesh from his face. By the time he had caught all the ants, there was not much flesh left on his face.

A large amount of skin was torn off, and blood began to spill out where the skin was lost, and the entire face of the current Snake King was filled with blood, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

Call!

The black robe stretched out, and the ugly face of the black-robed man appeared in front of him again.

He looked at the apprentice lying in the snow with compassion in his eyes, and said, "You should have died, but I couldn't do it----- is it because I was influenced by that man?"

His eyes looked into the distance, and Fang Yixing's body lay there motionless, let the wind and snow cover it.

"Home is a home, and someone is waiting for home. "The man just said that.

He wandered around all his life, and everyone avoided him like a snake and scorpion.

However, in the depths of his memory, there was a time when every time he went back, there were two thin black shadows waiting at the gate of the courtyard.

Perhaps, that's his family?

That feeling of being waited for----- is the feeling of happiness?

It is precisely because they have enjoyed such happiness that whether it is Fang Yixing or Wang Dong, they are brave and fearless, and even fight with their lives.

Because they care too much about their own lives and the chance to live, they are not afraid of death.

It's contradictory to say that he is not afraid of death because he doesn't want to die, but at this moment, the black-robed man actually felt that he had figured it out.