Chapter 565, Cracking Knife!

Vent all the hatred on you tonight?

Who are you?

Are you a beauty?

Fang Yan just wanted to say one word to the martial idiot: the beauty you think!

Fang Yan fought against the Oriental Sword God, and was attacked by a tragic attack near the end of the battle.

Because the opponent's artillery fire was too fierce, the top of the slope of Yijian Peak was almost flattened.

Three years later, the slopes are still flat, but the scorched grass is sprouting again, and the incinerated branches are growing new stems again. They grow vigorously, just like they are humans.

The peaks with grassy branches have not changed much from three years ago, but people are not the same as they were three years ago.

The soul of the Chiba military department has returned to heaven, and now it is still practicing swords every day?

Fang Yan knew that there was too much resentment hidden in his heart, and he knew that there was too much anger in his body.

He was gentle and polite, and he smiled and greeted others, but when will the revenge of the murderer be avenged, and when will the murderer be punished?

Every night before going to bed, the thought of letting that bad man live one more day makes his heart blaming himself and agony.

Therefore, Lu Chaoge can see the anger in his heart, and Hou Zhendong, a martial idiot, can see the murderous spirit in his heart.

Murderous spirit can also be transformed into fighting spirit, into the courage to die and be born.

He is an elegant gentleman with extraordinary taste in his clothes, but he is also a gloomy and violent beast that can tear the human body apart at any moment.

The English poet Sigfri Sassoon once wrote this immortal aphorism: I have a tiger in my heart, and I smell the rose.

There is a tiger in everyone's heart, but there are still roses growing beyond the tiger's den.

Vermilion Bird Middle School is Fang Yan's rose, Lu Chaoge is Fang Yan's rose, and all the beautiful and peaceful are Fang Yan's rose garden.

However, a tiger is a tiger after all, and how can a tiger not be aggressive? How can it not eat people?

He wants to fight!

He is more eager to fight than anyone else!

Even what Lu Chaoge could see, Wu Zhendong didn't feel strange at all when he saw Fang Yan.

He looked at the martial idiot with a smile and said, "So, I want to thank my seniors for giving me such an opportunity to release my anger." ”

"I like to fight with angry people. The martial idiot said: "Because only angry people will be desperate." That's when you can truly appreciate the preciousness of life---- either live or die. ”

"You're a philosopher. ”

"Every madman has the potential to become a philosopher. People who like me call me a martial idiot, and those who don't like me call me a martial madman. Wu Idiot said with a smile. He glanced around and said, "The lights are dark, and there are few spectators. There was no heated discussion in the whole city, no tens of thousands of onlookers, no cheers, and no applause------- compared to the battle between you and the Oriental Sword God Chiba Soldier three years ago, it was too simple and shabby. Do you feel very lost?"

"I'm a warrior, not an actor. Fang Yan said. "The fewer people the better, so we can have a good time. ”

"That's what I want. The martial idiot applauded. "Fighting is a matter of two people, what are you going to do with a bunch of useless guys rambling around?"

Before the martial idiot finished speaking, his right foot was raised and stepped on the stone on the ground.

Bang!

He stepped on a deep groove at the top of the hard stone slope, and the stone in the groove had turned into powder when he exerted his strength.

Thundered-----

A strong air flow rushed out and struck straight in Fang Yan's direction.

In the direction of the air current, a deep crack appeared. The grass and stones that were touched by the air currents were either broken in two or crumbled.

That energy seemed to have eyes, and it followed the direction where Fang Yan was standing.

Fang Yan retreated, and it continued to catch up.

Fang Yan continued to retreat, it was still pursuing.

The breath is loud and violent, as if there is no end to it.

Fang Yan's body moved a step to the side, Wu Idiot stomped his feet, and the second strong air flow came over with a vigorous and faceless face.

Whoop------

It hissed with strength, making a sound like a sharp blade cutting through flesh.

Thundered-----

It's like a fire dragon flying underground, and the hard ground is torn out one after another.

Fang Yan couldn't dodge, he couldn't avoid it, and while retreating, his toes were slightly pointed, and his body jumped into the air.

The martial idiot was happy and roared: "Boy, you have been tricked." ”

As he spoke, his fists came out.

Boom Boom Boom ----

The martial idiot threw more than a dozen punches in one go.

More than a dozen air knives appeared in the sky.

The dozen or so tangible air knives were raised high, as if a dozen giants were manipulating them, shining with dazzling light in the dark night.

They are either slashed horizontally or vertically, forming an airtight electric meat. Thunder enveloped Fang Yan in a thunderous attack, and even the air was burned by it.

Crack work!

As a result of the energy, countless cracks appeared like the shell of a turtle. Each crack carries energy that strikes at all creatures it can touch.

The difference is that the texture on the turtle's back is chaotic and densely packed with many paths. The energy is scattered, and it is difficult for Jackie Chan to kill the enemy.

However, the cracking skill of the martial idiot can not only fuse the strength into one, but also the strength is caused by the dragon and the dragon, and the killing is invisible.

The cracking skill is the inspiration of the first killer of the Qin Dynasty thousands of years ago, Gui Yuantang, who saw the picture of the turtle drying its shell, and fused and improved his family heirloom to return to the Yuan Sutra, and then he had this more lethal cracking magic skill.

The Cracking Divine Skill relies on strength to kill people, first injuring people's internal organs, and then showing signs on the flesh and skin. For example, the skin is broken or the pores are oozing blood.

Back then, Guiyuantang relied on this mastery to kill countless people, which was terrifying. This is also known as the 'Hades Foot'.

Hades let you die on the third watch, who dares to keep you until the fifth watch?

Guiyuantang was later hired by Chu Mo, the richest merchant in Chu State, to assassinate King Qin, and was killed by the father and son of Wang Qian, the general next to King Qin. The King of Qin was furious and ordered the Guijia to be connected to the nine clans. As a result, the turtle family disappeared overnight and disappeared without a trace. The cracking skill was also lost.

But I don't know why Hou Zhendong, a martial idiot, inherited the mastery, and when he became famous all over the world, the name of Cracking Gong was once again known to the world.

Once Fang Yan and the old drunkard drank lightly, and the old drunkard commented on the world's mastery, and especially told Fang Yan about the origin of the cracking gong and all kinds of miracles.

and instructed Fang Yan that if he encounters a crack master, he must not vacate his body.

At that time, Fang Yan still felt strange, the Cracking Gong was mainly used for ground attacks. The old drunkard just didn't let Fang Yan vacate the air, didn't he stand where he let others crack? How could there be such a thing in the world?

Now Fang Yan understands that the cracking power can not only exert force with his feet, but also with his fists.

Comparatively, the frequency of attacks from the Cracking Gong with the power of the feet is far less swift and agile than with the fists.

Fang Yan met with the martial idiot three times, and saw him perform a fairy offering of flowers and two cracking skills.

Those two performances made Fang Yan think that he was showing off and showing his strength. It wasn't until now that Fang Yan suddenly realized that he was actually hiding his strength. Every time he uses his feet to perform cracks, his brain has cognitive memories------ and makes people subconsciously think that he will only use his feet to perform this mastery, as long as he is wary of his feet.

"This cunning old dog. Fang Yan scolded in his heart. He suspected that the martial idiot ran to him this afternoon, on the one hand, to urge him to go to the banquet tonight, and on the other hand, there was another possibility that he would continue to paralyze him.

It's spicy!

Fang Yan's body was vacated, the old force was old, and the new force was not born.

Without strength to support, the body can only fall by inertia.

However, if he fell, he would be cut in two by the cracking power below.

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

In Fang Yan's brain domain, those criss-crossing qi knives turned into more than a dozen thin lines that shimmered with red light.

They blocked all the routes of Fang Yan moving forward or backward, left and right.

Fang Yan was like a sparrow shrouded in the power grid, when the power grid was under the hood, his body was full of holes, and he would be cut into countless pieces of meat by those air knives.

Nature can't sit still!

Fang Yan's body made a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree rotation in the air, and his feet stepped out of the triangular plum blossom steps in the air.

As soon as he unleashed his steps, his body was able to remain in the air.

His right hand swung out, making arcs in mid-air.

Tai Chi dusting!

He was going to sweep those air knives away like dust.

His palm smoothly reached into the staggered gap between the air knives, and when he stirred to attract Yun Lan, countless huge and incomparable air currents suddenly converged towards his arm.

Whirring wind!

"Not good. Fang Yan was anxious.

Knife formation!

This turned out to be a crack knife array!

The martial idiot casually threw out a dozen punches to conjure up more than a dozen air knives, and a dozen or so air knives formed a knife formation that maintained a balanced internal body.

Fang Yan's palm reached in, wanting to wipe out the qi knife in one fell swoop. Unbeknownst to him, this behavior broke the internal balance of the sword formation, and all the air currents were attracted towards his body at once.

Fang Yan felt a burning pain in his arm, and when he wanted to pull out the palm that had reached into the knife array, it was already too late.

The sleeves of his coat were on fire, and the flames were whirring to his upper body.

Rumble--------

The sound of a violent explosion came, and Fang Yan's body flew upside down.

It's like a homeless wild bird, like a paper mandarin duck with a broken thread.

Click-----

His body fell heavily on the hard, uneven ground.

Countless weeds and branches were overwhelmed by him, and his body was sliding inertia on the slippery grass.

Syllable------

His head hit the hard boulder, and only then did he avoid sliding towards the abyss of Yijian Peak, which could not be seen at a glance.

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