Under the bright moon and cool breeze, in the old factory in the wilderness.
A great battle was about to break out, and the atmosphere was shockingly cold.
Fang Yan got into a fighting stance, waiting for the Old Monster to take the initiative to attack.
One to save his partner, and the other to fulfill his own lies. They all knew that this was a battle of life and death.
Of course, Fang Yan thought that if he really couldn't beat the Old Monster, Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan could still help … It was said that two fists couldn't beat four hands. They had six hands on their side.
As for what the Old Monster was thinking, who cared?
He could either choose to fight or run away. The key was that he might not be able to run away.
The Wind-sweeping Moon was an open move in the Tai Chi Palm. First, it opened wide to encircle people, then closed the door and locked them.
Tai Chi was invisible.
Tai Chi was everywhere. Tai Chi was everywhere.
Unless the opponent chose to avoid it, as long as he approached or attacked, he would be within the range of the Wind-sweeping Moon.
The Old Monster's eyes turned cold, but he couldn't retreat. What awaited him was a battle to the death.
One of his hands had been cut off by the Little Goblin. This kind of injury was a disaster for a martial artist. Apart from Yang Guo in The Return of the Condor Heroes, have you ever heard of a one-armed man who was a top master? Besides, Yang Guo's superb Kung Fu was inseparable from his experience of living alone with his eagle for many years.
After all, no matter how smart the eagle was, it was only a bird. Birds should not kill birds of the same kind.
The Old Monster moved.
He didn't directly charge at Fang Yan.
He also came from the Tai Chi sect. Even if he didn't understand the essence of Tai Chi, he still had a certain understanding of the Tai Chi moves and styles of various sects.
In a fight between masters, control was important.
If he rushed straight at Fang Yan, he would enter Fang Yan's "sphere of influence." If Fang Yan was completely in control of the situation, the only thing that awaited him in the end would be death.
The Old Monster's body moved as fast as lightning. With a leap and a light tap of his toes, he flew to the top of the one-meter-high pile of scrap metal.
His feet moved quickly, and the thick, heavy, and embroidered weapons flew towards Fang Yan's direction.
Whoosh!
Fang Yan scooped with one hand, and the first iron artifact fell into Fang Yan's arms.
His hands were not stained by the dust, not even a corner of his clothes could touch the iron. He used his own Qi to guide the trajectory of the iron weapon. After making two full circles, he smashed it at the pile of iron that the Old Monster was standing on at a faster speed and with greater force.
Clang!
The Old Monster leaped high into the air, and the iron shaft slammed into the wall of the factory behind him.
Boom …
A big hole appeared in the wall, and the ring-shaped iron shaft actually went through the wall. The entire factory began to shake, and the dust on the roof whooshed down, as if a sandstorm had arisen.
This was just the beginning. Fang Yan waved his hands even faster, and the iron blocks and handles that the Old Monster had kicked were all swept up by him, and then he smashed them back in the direction of the Old Monster.
Give them a taste of their own medicine.
Moreover, the force was stronger, and the momentum was more majestic.
This was the essence of Tai Chi. Using one's own strength and one's own strength to hit one's enemy. If one could resist one's own strength, how could one resist the combined force of two people?
The Old Monster dodged left and right on top of the pile of scrap metal like a ballet. After the storm of attacks from Fang Yan, he was in a very difficult and dangerous situation.
The Little Goblin, whose hands and feet were tied and whose mouth was gagged, widened his eyes, and his face was full of panic and anxiety.
Fang Yan was too powerful. The heavily injured Old Monster was no match for him at all.
What was worse was that they were good at working together. However, how could he cooperate with him in his current situation?
His life was in danger!
"Junior Martial Uncle's move of 'True Man Selecting Soldiers' is really good …" Fang Yingying looked at Fang Yan with admiration, and said with a smile.
"Junior Martial Uncle is angry," Fang Haohan said.
Fang Yingying looked at the Little Goblin, and said, "Although I feel that you are very pitiful, if you kill Junior Martial Uncle … Miss Ye will also be very pitiful."
Fang Haohan looked at Fang Yingying with a puzzled face, and asked, "Why is Miss Ye pitiful? Miss Ye is not Junior Martial Uncle's wife, and Miss Ye did not give birth to a son for Junior Martial Uncle … "
"Idiot." Fang Yingying slapped Fang Haohan's head. Seeing that Fang Yan was busy fighting with others, he thought that he could not hear what he said, so he said in a low voice, "If you were Miss Ye, you could find someone to beat up every day when you are in a bad mood, and that person could not resist … Do you think that your mood can be cute every day?"
Fang Haohan's eyes widened, and he thought for a while, and finally understood. He grinned, nodded honestly, and said, "I can be cute every day."
"…"
Hearing the conversation between these two, the Little Goblin almost laughed out loud. One of you has a fat head and a bun face, and the other has a long and flat wax melon head. Don't imitate other people's hobby of dressing up like this. Do you know that you are not cute at all?
But when she thought about how her man was in a life and death struggle, she had to grieve and be heartbroken to match her current mood and situation … Could you imagine how much of a test of skill it was for her to move her facial muscles with all her might?
Because Fang Yan's counterattack was too fierce, the Old Monster could no longer stand on the pile of scrap metal.
His body jumped up, and his feet turned into blades, and he aimed at Fang Yan's neck.
"Here it comes." Fang Yan sneered.
He moved his body to one side, and avoided the Old Monster's direct attack.
Then he used both hands to buckle the Old Monster's long legs, and one hand grabbed his ankle. With a strong pull, the Old Monster's flying body was pulled back by him.
He punched the Old Monster's knee, and with a crisp crack, one of the Old Monster's legs was broken.
"Ah …" The Old Monster screamed.
Fang Yan did not stop there, and he still held the Old Monster's ankle.
His right foot kicked up at a 180-degree angle, directly hitting the upper body of the old monster, whose body was still hanging in the air, and kicking it high into the air.
When the Old Monster's body was in a free fall, Fang Yan kicked the second time.
Bang!
After a muffled groan, the Old Monster's body flew high again.
Third kick!
Fourth kick!
Fifth kick!
Zhi!
The Old Monster's body was kicked seven or eight times, and his bones felt like they were about to fall apart. However, he still clenched his teeth and held on, and kept his mouth closed.
Suddenly, his body was hanging upside down, and he grabbed Fang Yan's lower body.
In his hand, he was holding a triangular bayonet that was shining with a cold light. The tip of the bayonet went straight for Fang Yan's calf. If he succeeded with this attack, Fang Yan's entire left leg would be broken.
"You're asking for it." Fang Yan was furious.
His body spun 360 degrees, round and round, and he swung the Old Monster's body again.
Then, he kicked the Old Monster's body toward the pile of scrap metal.
Clang … Clang …
Bang!
The Old Monster's body knocked down several metal shelves, and he was finally stopped by a large piece of machinery.
"Blergh …"
The Old Monster was lying there, retching.
When he opened his mouth, a pool of sticky blood gushed out.
When Fang Yan continuously kicked his chest, his internal organs were already seriously injured. However, he resisted the urge to spit out the clotted blood. This was because he knew that once he vomited blood in the process of battle, the taut energy in his body would leak out.
Without the ability to fight back, there would be no hope of escape. If that happened, he would really be dead if he fell into Fang Yan's hands.
Of course, he was only left with a small part of his life.
The Little Goblin whimpered, and his body struggled with all his might.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not untie the Tai Chi knot that Fang Yingying tied on him.
The Tai Chi knot, one knot leads to a hundred knots, and the more knots are untied, the more knots there are. If one did not know how to untie knots, he would probably be strangled to death by this knot.
"Woo woo woo …" The Little Goblin whimpered at Fang Yingying.
"She wants to talk to you," Fang Haohan said.
Fang Yingying pulled off the rag on the Little Goblin's mouth. Before he could ask what she wanted to say, the Little Goblin had already shouted, "Let him go … Fang Yan, please let him go. He is also a Tai Chi disciple, the same as you … Fang Yan, let him go, I will promise you anything. "
Fang Yan looked at the Little Goblin and said, "I just talked to him, I need an answer. But he didn't give it to me. "
"It's not that we don't want to give it to you, it's that we really don't know who ordered us to kill you … Fang Yan, let him go, I will die for him."
Fang Yan shook his head and said, "It can't be replaced. No one can replace the other … Liu Jinzhu is dead, even if ten Old Monster and Little Goblin died, they can't replace his mother who lost her son, his wife who lost her husband, and his son … His son just turned one month old, he didn't even have the chance to hear his son call him daddy … How can he replace this? "
The old monster vomited another mouthful of blood and screamed, "Don't beg him … Don't beg him … From the day we betrayed the sect, every day we live is equal to one more day of profit for us … That's enough. It's really enough. "
"No. I have wronged you. It's all my fault. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have betrayed the sect. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have been hunted down. If it wasn't for me … you wouldn't have become an assassin … It's all my fault. I don't care if I die, but I want you to live. "
The Old Monster shook his head and said, "If you die, how can I live?"
He supported himself with one hand on the metal frame and struggled to stand up. Step by step, he walked toward where Fang Yan was standing.
He staggered and one of his legs was dragging on the ground. He was still covering his mouth and coughing violently. Every time he coughed, his injured internal organs would be pulled, and every time his internal organs were pulled, he would spit out a mouthful of black blood.
Fang Yan's eyes were cold, his whole body vigilant as he stared at the Old Monster who was getting closer.
The Old Monster stood in front of Fang Yan, the two of them maintaining a distance of less than one meter.
"I lost," the Old Monster said. "I'm no match for you … I tried to kill you twice, but failed twice. Now, my life is yours. "
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