The threads of the net were extremely sticky. It would be very difficult to escape.
The top of Fang Yan's head was covered by a giant net, and his feet were the pits they had set up.
It was extremely dangerous to go up or down. The front, back, left, and right paths were all difficult for him to quickly escape the encirclement.
Countless men in black were rushing in this direction. Only death awaited Fang Yan.
This was the most dangerous moment for Fang Yan.
The more dangerous it was, the more he had to stay calm. Because any moment of carelessness could cost him his life.
The heart of Tai Chi spun rapidly, and the Tai Chi Domain fully unfolded.
The entire world suddenly became quiet. The wind stopped blowing, the snow stopped falling, and those people stopped moving.
The originally transparent net turned into red lines, which were clearly visible in Fang Yan's mind. The densely packed horizontal and vertical lines intersected, extending infinitely outwards. It seemed that there was no boundary.
Flames flickered on the red lines. It turned out to be an electric net. When it completely enveloped Fang Yan's body, the electricity that erupted in an instant could stun or even kill him.
The Tai Chi Domain was a divine domain.
Mountains, rivers, cattle, sheep, people, and even flowers and grass were all under the control of gods.
In the Tai Chi Domain, Fang Yan was the true king, a god.
He was faster than the net, and his killing moves were fiercer and fiercer than those of the men in black.
Fang Yan raised his speed to the limit and pounced on the group of men in black like a tiger pouncing on sheep.
Whoosh —
He grabbed the neck of a man in black, who was still in a charging posture. He could see the shock and disbelief on the man's face.
The man in black didn't understand. There was clearly some distance between them, and he had already calculated the time to make contact. Why did he grab his neck in an instant?
Crack!
Fang Yan directly twisted his neck.
When the man in black lost gravity and slowly collapsed to the ground, Fang Yan had already rushed to the second, third, and even more men in black —
Crack —
Crack —
Crack —
The sound of beans exploding rang out incessantly. The sounds merged together to form a single sound.
If someone's eyes could keep up with Fang Yan's speed, then they would be surprised to see this extremely strange scene. A group of black-clothed men stood still in various charging positions, and Fang Yan was like the Grim Reaper harvesting lives in front of them.
Every time there was a crisp sound, a life was lost.
The sound stopped, and Fang Yan's figure disappeared.
Pitter-patter —
The men in black fell one after another.
Shua –
The electric net that gave off the feeling of falling rapidly descended slowly, covering the man in black lying on the ground. Then, it let out a crackling sound.
Bang bang bang —
The men in black who had fallen to the ground were struck by a strong electric current. Even though they were no longer breathing, their bodies were still bounced up and down by the electric current, as if they were performing a zombie dance.
Kacha kacha kacha —
Their falling or bouncing bodies triggered the installed mechanisms on the ground. One by one, the mechanical feet bounced open, making a painful sound.
Fang Yan stood outside the net. The prey had become the hunter now, and he coldly watched everything that was happening in front of him.
Those people, they deserved to die!
A middle-aged man in blue walked out. He was not tall, but he had a clear temperament. His temples were slightly protruding, and he seemed to have a reserved aura.
He did not even look at his companions in black in the deep pit, but only looked at Fang Yan with a burning gaze. He said, "I know those people can't stop you. How can a true master be defeated by a broken net and a few feet? High-tech? Sometimes, technology is also very powerless — what you just showed, was it the legendary Heart of Tai Chi? The feeling of stopping time — it's really enviable. "
Fang Yan did not respond to the man in blue's question. Instead, he took the initiative to rush toward him.
He had lost contact with his father, and every second he wasted was a second of time to save him. He just wanted to finish the battle as soon as possible, no matter who was standing in front of him.
Words had no power, and a battle of strength was the only battlefield.
"You can call me — —" As the man spoke, he had already thrown out 13 punches. His green robe suddenly swelled up by the force of Qi. Because it couldn't bear the burden, it was pulled into pieces and floated in the air. "Fist King Jin Haidong."
Since ancient times, Hua Xia martial arts had the saying of Southern Fist and Northern Kick. Jin Haidong, the Fist King of Southern Fist, became famous more than 20 years ago. His pair of Thunderclap Fists had the power of the Yangtze River, and it could decisively break through the opponent's defense. Even the Imperial Advisor, Li Zongwu, said that his hard body skills were invincible.
Fang Yan did not expect that he would actually run into such a difficult opponent at this time and place.
However, whether it was the Fist King or the Cannon King, whether it was invincible in hard body skills or the best in soft body skills, Fang Yan wanted to take them down.
Because he was hateful!
Anyone who stopped him from saving his father was extremely hateful. It was a life and death feud.
Jin Haidong's 13 punches turned into 13 cyclones, one cyclone after another. The second cyclone merged with the first cyclone, and the third cyclone merged with the first two cyclones.
Finally, the 13 cyclones merged into one, turning into a huge rotating storm.
Whoosh —
It was like the most violent hurricane, sweeping toward Fang Yan. It was a fierce stance that wanted to swallow him up in the storm and tear him into pieces.
This was the Storm Fist that Jin Haidong was best at.
He had watched from the side how Fang Yan killed more than a dozen men in black in an instant at that critical moment, so he did not dare to slight Fang Yan in the slightest.
The best way to respect an opponent was to use one's most powerful move to kill him —
The Golden Thread Snake's body exploded, and the black-robed man and the current Snake King lost a tool to fight in the middle.
The current Snake King was drenched in sweat, and his body was also smeared with his own blood. But the black-robed man was very calm, as if he had done something insignificant.
The black-robed man looked at his disciple and said: "The Golden Thread Snake shouldn't have died, it was a snake slave that you raised, both emotionally and physically it was closer to you — — when you saw it being controlled by me, you became anxious and wanted to take back control. Your Soul Rush area was too hasty, and the more hasty it was, the more it would stimulate the snake's bestial nature, causing it to lose its ability to judge. It lost its ability to judge and began to approach me. Caught between a rock and a hard place, its blood stagnated and it exploded and died "
The current Snake King was ashamed and said: "Thank you, Shifu, your disciple has learned much"
"That's already very good" the black-robed man chuckled. "I left without saying goodbye, you were still young at the time — — after all these years of bitter training and living with hundreds of insects, it's already very good that you could achieve such results. You are talented and lonely, this was the key to your success "
"Thank you, Shifu"
The black-robed man waved his hand and said: "I am your Shifu, and also your opponent. With the Golden Thread Snake dead, there is no longer anything between us. What a pity. "
"Shifu — —" the current Snake King called out.
The black-robed man's black robe silently fluttered and drifted towards the current Snake King.
Every time he shook his black robe, wisps of white smoke drifted out of it. The white smoke moved with the wind, enveloping the current Snake King.
Wandering Powder!
No matter if it was a venomous snake or a ferocious beast, they would die upon contact. Humans would not be spared either.
Snake breeders would have countless strange poisons on their bodies.
The current Snake King didn't dare to be careless, his small body turned into a sharp arrow, avoiding the white smoke's range of attack, then leapt up and attacked the black-robed man's upper body.
The black-robed man's black robe instantly spread out and covered the current Snake King's body.
And so, the two snake apostles disappeared into the black robe.
The black robe's shape was constantly changing, sometimes round, sometimes square, sometimes vertical, sometimes jumping — —
Bam!
A figure was thrown out from the black robe, screaming and rolling on the ground.
The current Snake King's body was drenched in blood, his head and face were covered in reddish-brown ants. The current Snake King desperately swatted at those ants, but the ants' grip was extremely strong, and their teeth were hooked, each bite deeply piercing into flesh.
The current Snake King could only reach out and grab those ants from his face one by one, squeezing them until they exploded. Every time he grabbed an ant, it was the same as ripping off a piece of flesh from his face. When he was done, there wasn't much skin left on his face.
A large amount of skin was torn off, and blood began to flow from the missing parts. The current Snake King's entire face was covered in blood, his flesh becoming indistinct.
Whoosh!
The black robe unfurled, revealing the black-robed man's ugly face once again.
He looked at his disciple lying in the snow with pity in his eyes, saying: "You should have died already, but I couldn't do it — — is it because of that man's influence?"
He looked into the distance, where Fang Yixing's body was lying motionlessly, covered by the wind and snow.
"Home is family, and having someone waiting for you is home." That man had said this before.
He had wandered around his entire life, and everyone avoided him like they were snakes or scorpions.
However, there was a time in the depths of his memory where there were two thin Black Shadows waiting for him at the entrance of his courtyard every time he returned.
Perhaps, that was his family?
That feeling of being waited for — — was that the feeling of happiness? The feeling of being alive?
It was precisely because they had experienced such happiness that both Fang Yixing and Wang Dong were brave and fearless, even willing to fight with their lives.
This was because they cared too much about their lives, and the opportunity to live, so they weren't afraid of death.
Because they didn't want to die, they weren't afraid of death. It was very contradictory, but at this moment, the black-robed man felt that he had understood.
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