Fang Yan had seen the person with the most majestic spear momentum was Mo Qingdi, and the person with the most dangerous sword momentum was Qianye Bing.
Today, he saw the person with the most explosive fist momentum.
Every weapon, when used to the extreme, could unleash equally great lethality.
For example, a pistol and a cannon — of course, this was just a saying.
This saying was only limited to cold weapons. For example, in Gu Long's novel, was Xiao Li Fei Dao's knife faster or Ximen Chui Xue's sword faster? This kind of question would definitely make people scratch their heads.
Boom —
The Storm Fist lived up to its name. It was shaped like a hurricane with faint thunder.
The fist wind sucked in the surrounding cold air and snowflakes, forming a layer of frost around the huge arc-shaped wind formation.
As fast as lightning, it swept towards Fang Yan with an unstoppable momentum.
Fang Yan didn't even have time to make a move to neutralize it before he was sent flying by the hurricane.
Fang Yan's body soared into the air and flew backwards.
Bang!
His feet landed on the ground. The hurricane hadn't completely dissipated, pushing him backwards.
Chi —
The soles of Fang Yan's leather shoes stepped on the ice and snow, deeply embedded into the road.
The soles of his shoes rubbed against the road, making a sizzling sound.
Fang Yan used Thousand Catty Fall to stop his backward momentum, and then he regained his footing.
The soles of his feet were burning with pain, but a wave of ice-cold sensation invaded the place where the pain was.
Only then did Fang Yan realize that the soles of his shoes had been completely worn through, and his feet were standing on the gravel road.
Seeing that Fang Yan hadn't been knocked down, Jin Donghai didn't panic, instead he laughed and shouted, "Awesome! In twenty years, you're the only young man who could take my Storm Fist — take another punch. "
As Jin Donghai spoke, his body once again clenched into a fist and rushed towards Fang Yan.
His right hand clenched into a fist and directly smashed towards Fang Yan.
His right arm suddenly became much thicker, and his exposed fist was crimson red. The buttons on his sleeves burst open, and his fist made a hissing sound, as if it was about to ignite.
This was the Leaving Fire Fist, a domineering punch.
If one were to say that the Storm Fist had a soft and moist side, then the Leaving Fire Fist would be the representation of extreme Yang.
There was no return, and there was no return.
His fists were like flames, intending to incinerate all obstacles into ashes.
This time, Fang Yan really respected Jin Donghai, the Southern Boxing King.
Not because of his character, but because of his skills.
Fang Yan could understand why a person could practice a fist technique to the peak. Because he felt that he was that kind of person.
However, to be able to practice two completely opposite fist techniques to the peak, this was not something that could be achieved by talent alone.
Respect didn't mean love.
Fang Yan spread his legs apart, displaying the Drunken Crane Riding the Wind Footwork that he learned from the Old Drunkard.
Drunken Crane Rides the Wind, moving as he pleased, ethereal and formless. It was easy to paralyze the opponent, making it difficult for the opponent to find his real body.
Fang Yan's body was slightly bent, his legs swaying, moving left and right, like a drunken crane.
The closer Jin Donghai got, the more Fang Yan swayed.
In the end, Fang Yan's real body disappeared, leaving behind countless afterimages in Jin Donghai's eyes.
Since he couldn't see anything, he might as well not see anything.
Jin Donghai closed his eyes, using his perception to sense Fang Yan's existence. For a brilliant martial artist, his senses were more reliable than his eyes.
Boom —
He punched out.
He was secretly delighted, feeling the air resistance in front of him increase.
It was the realistic feeling of hitting something, not the regret of missing a punch.
His steps forward quickened, wanting his burning fist to pierce through Fang Yan's body.
He liked the feeling of something burning. Because that burning was caused by him.
Heroic youths, fighting the heavens and fighting the earth.
And he, the Southern Boxing King, Jin Donghai, liked to stifle the legendary miracles.
Boom —
He punched out. Even the surrounding sky was dyed red by his fist.
It didn't feel right.
One real and one fake, the front was real and the back was fake.
He had clearly touched Fang Yan's real body, so why did his fist miss?
"Idiot." Fang Yan's cold voice came. His body dodged a step. "You fell into my trap."
That step just now sounded easy, but it was actually very difficult. First, he used the extremely difficult Drunken Crane Riding the Wind to confuse Jin Donghai, making it difficult for him to catch the real body. This caused his heart to be weak, and his confidence to plummet.
Then, he used his real body to lure him into punching, and when it was hard to pull back his fist halfway, he suddenly used the brilliant Heart of Taiji to increase his speed, leaving the moment before the fist hit the body.
These two techniques were extremely rare, and the Heart of Taiji was even rarer.
It seemed like the world had changed, but in reality, it was only an instant. It was even only a few tenths of a second.
His body dodged the fist that had already turned fiery red, Fang Plum Blossom Steps sideways, and punched Jin Donghai's back.
Pfft — —
Jin Donghai's charging speed increased again, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
His body had already turned into a ball of furnace fire to begin with. Fang Yan slapped, and forcibly injected his own energy into Jin Donghai's violent body, messing up his Qi and blood, and intensifying his violence. Naturally, the fire attacked the heart, and blood came out.
Jin Donghai finally felt the danger.
He had never underestimated his opponent, never.
When he saw Fang Yan was able to quickly deal with the men in black who surrounded him at the critical moment when the car was about to fall into the pit, he saw this young man as an opponent on the same level as himself.
However, it was only at this moment that he realized that the young man's performance was far better than he had expected.
He had always thought that victory should be on his side. Now, he was panicking.
While he was sick, take his life.
Fang Yan's body continued to spin, and like a tornado, he chased after Jin Donghai, and then he slapped Jin Donghai's back again and again.
Jin Donghai's energy was hard and Yang, and Fang Yan also attacked with a dangerous and fiery energy.
The two energies entangled in Jin Donghai's body, and the fire and fire could not merge. Jin Donghai felt that his internal organs were about to melt, and he could only spit out mouthful after mouthful of blood.
Jin Donghai was seriously injured, but he still ran with all his might. He knew that if he was one step slower, he would be killed by that vicious guy.
Fang Yan's toes touched the ground, and his body leaped high like a roc spreading its wings, and then he punched the back of Jin Donghai's head.
Bang — —
The sound of something exploding could be heard!
Fang Yan's body flew away, and he did not have time to look back.
Nothing was more important than saving his father, including revenge — —
Since ancient times, loyalty and righteousness could not be both.
To the black-robed man, the choice he had to face was more difficult than loyalty and righteousness.
He was the Snake Lord, and also a snake slave. Was he loyal to his master, or was he loyal to his feelings? This was indeed a difficult question.
His master was holding onto his Snake Eye, so if he dared to disobey his master's orders, his master could easily kill him.
And his disciple — — this was the most profound and unforgettable thing in his memory. The images in his mind were constantly being refreshed, and there was almost nothing worth remembering. However, the image of those two tiny people waiting for him to return while riding on the doorsill was unforgettable.
The black-robed man looked at the current Snake Lord with pity in his eyes and said: "Since you've already prepared yourself, then show me your best side — — a Snake Lord should not be merciful at all"
The current Snake Lord crawled up from the ground, his face covered in blood. He looked at the black-robed man standing in front of him, then bowed to him and took out a yellowed bamboo flute from his pocket.
The bamboo flute let out a long and complicated sound, the strange tone repeated endlessly, making anyone who heard it feel drowsy.
Then, something strange happened.
The cold wind rose again, and the winter snow rose again.
Rustling sounds came from the white snow, and countless animals poked their heads out of the snow.
There were rattlesnakes with their tails swaying, scorpions with their entire bodies red, centipedes that seemed to be more than a meter long with countless feet, and countless green toads and star-spotted toads — —
They moved in groups, advancing with great momentum, and their target was the black-robed man who was standing there alone.
"Hundred Poison Formation?" The black-robed man had a gratified smile on his face and said: "You're even more outstanding than I thought. Very good, that's my good disciple. "
The tone of the bamboo flute changed slightly, and the eyes of those awakened poisonous creatures turned blood-red, and they began to attack the black-robed man.
When the first poisonous snake was about to bite him, the black-robed man resolutely rushed toward the current Snake Lord.
Snakes were flung out one after another, poisonous frogs were crushed, and centipedes were crushed one after another.
The black-robed man's hands were flying, and some red or black medicinal foam was being sprayed out.
His black robe fluttered, and every time it shook, the poisonous creatures that came close would turn around and flee. Then, under the urging of the music, they would charge forward again.
One group fell to the ground, and another group would crawl back up and continue to advance.
Hundred Poison Formation, living beings do not approach.
Once you enter the formation, you will not rest until you die.
Whoosh — —
A strong light shone over.
It was a car coming from afar. The car was using high beams, and the light illuminated the battlefield as bright as day.
The current Snake Lord who was playing the bamboo flute and retreating, the black-robed man who was running forward, and the ugly creatures on the ground — —
Clang!
The car door was pushed open, and a young man dressed in white stood in the dazzling light. His entire body became tall and handsome, and his eyes shone brightly.
The white-robed man coldly stared at the scene in front of him, and angrily shouted: "Swallow's Dock is a sacred place, and it's also a place where you vicious clowns can run wild?"
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