Fauber did not dodge or dodge, and once again dissolved it with one hand.

But Tang Yuan still had a backhand killing move, although Tan Leg was blocked, but he reached out of his middle index finger like lightning and pointed at Fu Bo's eyes.

"Yo he! What kind of kung fu is this? Two-finger Zen? The old man really didn't expect that you, this little guy, would know so many ancient Chinese martial arts, although you didn't practice well, but it was also worthy of praise, quack!" Fu Bo stretched out his right palm and accurately blocked Tang Yuan's attack.

Tang Yuan didn't stay where he was, and quickly retreated back with the Tenglong footwork.

Whew!

In just a few rounds, Tang Yuan was already gasping for breath.

The sense of oppression of Bo's strong strength, coupled with his dedication to the battle, had already made Tang Yuan's "spirit spirit" a little unable to make ends meet, but fortunately, it was supported by the small beads in the dantian, otherwise these few blows alone would be enough for Tang Yuan to bear.

That's how it is with the masters.

One move determines the victory, and one move determines life and death.

No joke.

Fu Bo laughed strangely, and his voice was very abrupt, which made people feel a chill down their spines after listening to it, and it was eerie.

"You're not going to do just that, old man, I'm not enjoying it yet!" said Fauber jokingly. I didn't see this old guy talking so much before.

"It's too much deception!" Tang Yuan roared in his heart, since his debut, he has never been so despised by people!

He sneered: "Old man, you are indeed very strong, strong beyond people's imagination, but there is one thing, maybe you are not as good as me." ”

"Oh, do you have any tricks that you haven't used?" Fu Bo sneered twice, "Hurry up and use it, I'll see what catties you have, otherwise I won't have any sense of accomplishment in killing you." ”

Tang Yuan no longer spoke, but took off his coat and stepped on the dragon footwork, he wanted to compete with the old man's speed, he didn't believe that his biggest reliance couldn't clean up this old guy.

Martial arts in the world, only fast is not broken!

Tang Yuan moved the bones and joints of his whole body and sneered, "Now we can continue to fight!"

Fu Bo laughed and said, "You think you can defeat me like this?

"I'm naïve to your sister, Ah Da!"

Tang Yuanwei screamed, and then his figure flashed, as if he teleported to Fu Bo's approach, a black light flashed in the air, and the Nether Blade stabbed Fu Bo's heart like a poisonous tongue spitting out a letter.

Laugh at!

This move is not flashy at all, it can even be said to be very simple and simple, but for this stab, Tang Yuan didn't know how many times he had to practice, just in order to play the fastest speed, he killed the opponent by surprise.

The dagger slashed at high speed, as if it were about to tear the space apart.

Looking at Fu Bo, whose expression was a little stunned, a sneer crossed the corner of Tang Yuan's mouth.

This time, you know the advantages of being young and fast, right?

The dagger did not pause at all, and stabbed directly into Fauber's heart, but the imaginary blood splatter did not appear on the spot.

Tang Yuan's smile that had not yet expanded instantly froze.

How is that possible?

Afterimage!

It turned out to be an afterimage!

This damn old man actually humiliated with the speed he was best at, just like the original little sword god Jia He Jing.

This is Chi Guoguo's slap in the face!

"Is it only that fast?"

A playful voice came from behind him.

...

Tang Yuan was shocked to find that it was only at this moment that the afterimage in front of him slowly dispersed.

How fast does this need to be to achieve? That Jia He Jing is too scummy compared to him.

He was unwilling, he had never been worse than anyone since he was a child, he always said that no one can let me fail, unless I don't want to succeed myself, re-concentrate the true qi in the body in the dantian, and disappear in place again, following the direction from which the voice came is a slash.

Swish!

Before this, Tang Yuan had never used this trick, because it was used when he saved his life, he was full of confidence in this trick, and he also gave this trick a domineering name---Phantom Fantian.

The reason why it is called Phantom Fan Tian is because there are eight variations implied in this move, and the final attack of each change is a dead hole for the opponent.

These shifts change according to the enemy's dodge position, leaving the attacked person with nowhere to hide in the attack area.

But seeing the cold light crisscrossing the sky, it was as if a dagger had been woven into a huge net, and rushed straight to Fubo.

"There's a bit of a sense of it. ”

Fauber's joking voice rang out again.

Whew!

The area that was attacked was instantly filled with dozens of afterimages that were both real and illusory, Rao is Tang Yuan's eyes were sharp, but if he wanted to distinguish the true from the fake, it was better than ascending to the sky.

The dagger flashed cold, and the gloomy energy rushed straight into the sky, but it seemed to hit a ball of cotton, the strength was completely eliminated, and dozens of afterimages were all annihilated, but Fu Bo was nowhere to be found.

Whew!

Tang Yuan gasped, the arm holding the Nether Blade was trembling, the blow just now had already mobilized all the qi in his body, if it weren't for the small bead in the dantian, it was estimated that it would be difficult for him to stand at this time.

Beads of sweat ran down his forehead, but the corner of his eye kept searching for Fauber's location.

Letting others slaughter is not Tang Yuan's style of acting, even if you can't beat you, it won't make you feel better, this is Tang Yuan.

"Although in the eyes of ordinary people, your speed has reached the limit, but in the old man, I am still too slow! Maybe you can consider changing careers, such as participating in the 100-meter hurdles or something, and you will definitely win the championship. Fu Bo's gloomy voice came from above his head, these words should have been said by Tang Yuan to his opponent before, but now it was good, he was directly robbed by others.

Tang Yuan raised his head with difficulty, and the last trace of unwillingness in his heart was also smashed to pieces.

But I saw Fauber slowly falling in the air, as if he had a parachute on his head.

This is a sign of the peak of light feats, otherwise it is impossible for someone to have this ability to stay in the air, this is also the first time Tang Yuan has seen such a master, it was all told to him by the old man before.

"You've been attacking for so long, it's my turn, right?"

Before the words fell, Fauber disappeared again into thin air.

The next moment was already in front of Tang Yuan, and a palm struck out, and the palm wind whistled, the speed was more than twice as fast as Tang Yuan's, this attack perfectly interpreted what it meant to be simple and rude.

This palm just slapped Tang Yuan's chest.

Boom!

Tang Yuan felt as if he had been hit by a speeding train, and his body flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string.

However, all this was just the beginning, just when Tang Yuan was still in the air, Fu Bo's body was like an arrow from the string, and instantly reached the bottom of him, lifting up on one knee, just hitting Tang Yuan's back, and the whole person rose two meters high into the air.

Burst!

Tang Yuan spurted out a mouthful of blood, he was originally at the end of the strong crossbow, how could he withstand such an attack at this time.

Before he could fall, Fu Bo jumped high, looking like an ape, and it was a heavy blow to Tang Yuan's chest, as if Tang Yuan was playing as a volleyball.

Tang Yuan couldn't bear it, and his body fell rapidly.

Poof!

Click!

The bluestone slab on the ground was smashed out of a few cracks, Tang Yuan vomited blood again, although he was only hit three times by the other party, his body seemed to fall apart, the meridians in his body were broken, and his vision began to blur.

"Boy, I'm here to teach you what true two-finger meditation is. ”

As soon as the words fell, Fu Bo poked out two fingers and poked at Tang Yuan's shoulder.

Poof!

Tang Yuan's sturdy body was stabbed by Fu Bo like tofu at this moment, and his two fingers were withdrawn, shooting out a line of blood.

Tang Yuan endured the pain and did not say anything.

"The kung fu is not good, but it is quite resistant to beating, I see how long you can carry it?" As soon as the words fell, Tang Yuan was kicked on the ground.

Tang Yuan, who was more than 140 pounds, was kicked far away like a leather ball, and before he could hit the ground, Fu Bo's next kick came up again, just now it was volleyball, and now it has become a football. No one would have imagined that the seemingly amiable and kind Fubo would be so ruthless when they met for the first time.

After going back and forth like this several times, Tang Yuan didn't know how much blood he had vomited, but he always gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, he would not bow his head in front of any enemy, this was his pride.

Finally kicked again, this time Fu Bo didn't continue, but let Tang Yuan fall to the ground.

What kind of character is Tang Yuan? How could he just bow his head? Although the meridians on his body have been broken, he still gritted his teeth, supported the ground with both hands, propped up his body, swayed and straightened, and looked at Fu Bo with his eyes.

"Tang Yuan!" Ma Rong's voice came, and she had already been caught by the four of them.