Pain!
A tearing pain!
Fang Yan touched his head with his hand, there was a large amount of sticky liquid on his palm.
Just as Fang Yan had expected, his head was broken and he was bleeding!
Smart people were cool like this, everything was within their calculations. Including being beaten like a dog.
Fang Yan quickly touched his face again, the red liquid on his hand stained his face. This made it impossible for him to tell if his face was injured or not.
"I hope I'm not disfigured." Fang Yan prayed in his heart.
He supported himself with one hand, and his body leaped straight into the air. When he fell, he was already on his toes.
Hou Zhendong, the Martial Fanatic, did not follow up with another attack, he stood still and looked at Fang Yan, saying: "Kid, you're too careless."
Fang Yan nodded, saying: "Indeed, I was too careless. You're very strong, much stronger than I thought. "
The Martial Fanatic smiled, saying: "You're not weak either. To be able to take a fatal blow from my saber array without losing an arm or a leg, you can be considered one of the top figures of the younger generation. "
"A man who can fight against Mo Qingdi the Azure Dragon — — how could he be a simple man?"
The Martial Fanatic's smile froze, he angrily said: "Bastard kid, what are you saying? Are you praising me or insulting me? What do you mean by a man who can fight against Mo Qingdi the Azure Dragon, how could he be a simple man? Mo Qingdi and I are of the same generation, we're opponents of the same level. Why is it that fighting against him is a great honor? Heroes are gone, masters are hard to find, do you understand this feeling? "
"I do." Fang Yan nodded. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have come to find me."
"You sure know how to flatter yourself." The Martial Fanatic smiled: "My Cracking Technique is not bad, right? The first time I met you, you broke my Fairy Offering Flower, so I wanted to make you suffer. The next few times I met you, I wanted to drag you into a pit. Every time I use my feet, I'll make you lose your ability to judge. You'll think that I only know how to use my feet. I didn't expect you to fall for it. You're not as smart as that little girl said. "
"Little girl?" Fang Yan was stunned.
The Martial Addict looked at Fang Yan with a resentful expression and said, "You're really cruel and unscrupulous. You've forgotten the old one after you got a new one. The first time we met, you were drinking tea with the girl at the teahouse by the Pearl River. It's only been a few days. When I went to look for you today, you were with another girl. Has your conscience been eaten by a dog? Why do you always have such exquisite beauties around you? Where did you find it? "
"…"
The topic of the Martial Addict jumped so fast that even Fang Yan found it hard to resist.
The Martial Addict waved his hand dismissively and said: "Living people want to live, I've been obsessed with martial arts for my entire life, and for me, martial arts are the sexiest women — — - since you've enjoyed the pleasures of love, then let me also enjoy this boundless spring"
"— —" You can't help but admire some people's language skills. No matter how serious the topic was, when it came out of his mouth, it always made people feel like he had a vulgar and obscene temperament.
While Fang Yan was still thinking about what to say to pull this bad atmosphere back to the right path, the Martial Addict was already very impatient.
He didn't seem to take any action, but he lifted his right foot and stomped down. A powerful white stream of air rushed out, like a long white dragon drilling a hole in the hard stone ground.
Cha cha — —
This was the sound of grass and trees being cut, there was no room for resistance.
A long crack appeared on the ground, the long stream of air headed straight for where Fang Yan was standing.
After stomping his foot, the Martial Addict lowered his body and dove towards Fang Yan's direction.
He clenched his hands into fists and punched towards Fang Yan's face.
Whoosh — —
A white flash of lightning appeared in front of Fang Yan. Because the night was too dark, and because the lightning was too white, everything within a few meters was illuminated as if it was daytime.
Whoosh — —
Where the lightning flashed, sparks of burning air could be seen.
Fang Yan's toes touched the ground, continuously using Drunken Crane Riding the Wind's swaying steps, his body continuously retreating.
The Martial Addict took the initiative and attacked.
His fist missed, and he punched out again.
Whoosh — —
Another white flash of lightning appeared. The white flash of lightning illuminated the Martial Addict's cold, serious, almost sinister face.
When the Martial Addict was fighting seriously, he wasn't handsome, but he gave off a masculine vibe.
"Strange, why would I have such a thought?" Fang Yan thought in annoyance. He felt that he had been led astray by the Martial Addict, and could no longer be a decent handsome man.
Fang Yan still used Drunken Crane Riding the Wind to dodge, and used unintentional to deal with intentional.
The key to Drunken Crane Riding the Wind was that as long as it felt the airflow, it would dodge in the opposite direction. Every punch and kick that others threw out was like a gust of wind to him. Good wind, help me ascend to the clouds.
Fang Yan couldn't ascend to the clouds, so he continued to move quickly at the top of Solitary Sword Peak.
The Martial Addict's attacks had already formed a formation, and his fists formed a formation. Countless white airflow and lightning exploded in front of him, and countless stars appeared in the air and were destroyed. As a result, his life was short.
Bolt after bolt of lightning, countless bolts of lightning crisscrossed and collided, once again brewing into a ball of lightning that looked calm on the outside, but was ruthless on the inside. Once it exploded, it could tear a person to pieces.
Fang Yan had already suffered once, so he wouldn't touch those bolts of lightning again.
Even if he was very confident in his Taiji Heart, even if he could clearly see the lines of each of the Martial Addict's fists in the Taiji Domain, even if he could find the safest gap among those countless red lines, and then put his arm in — —
But, he definitely wouldn't do such a stupid thing again.
The Martial Addict's attacks became faster and faster, and the movements of his fists had already become a blur. The shadows of the fists and the shadows of the lightning intertwined, creating a scene that was both beautiful and dangerous.
His body was like an enraged bull, rushing forward with all its might, rumbling and shaking the earth with every step.
Fang Yan's small steps also became faster and faster, and finally, Fang Yan's figure also disappeared in the shadows of the fists and the lightning.
In close contact, in a face-to-face battle, Fang Yan truly felt the terror of the Martial Addict.
His fists could crack the air, and every step of his feet could similarly crack the earth's crust.
In other words, Fang Yan not only had to receive his fists, but also had to be on guard against the endless small movements of his feet.
Whether he was hit on the upper body or sneak attacked on the lower body, he would immediately use the Cracking Technique to crack — — based on Fang Yan's understanding of him, he would definitely be able to do such a thing.
Retreat was not Fang Yan's style, but escape.
He really wanted to turn around and run down the mountain. That is, if he could run away.
Why did he want to fight to the death with this guy for no rhyme or reason? He didn't steal Ye Rou from him, and he didn't kill his own father — — Why did he have to fight like this?
Oh, by the way, there was hostility in Fang Yan's heart.
Fang Yan decided to release the hostility that had accumulated in his body and almost overflowed. When he thought of this, he had already thought of clenching his fists to fight back.
Just when he was about to bite the bullet and punch back, the Martial Addict punched more than a dozen times in a row, and the dozen punches turned into a dozen lightning — —
People with profound inner strength were willful. Their punches were like they were free.
Fang Yan had no choice but to keep retreating.
He kept retreating.
However, if he kept retreating, he would be forced to the edge of the cliff by the Martial Addict.
He was getting closer and closer to the cliff, and he could already hear his feet kicking out the stones and rolling down the mountain.
There was no way to retreat, so he had to retreat again!
According to the way the Martial Addict attacked, he intended to force Fang Yan off the cliff.
Like a storm, like a broken bead curtain. Like a lute being played wildly, like a guitar being played wildly.
Martial Addict was completely immersed in his own rhythm.
When a person did things extremely smoothly, he would have a sense of rhythm.
It was like this when he sang, when he typed, and when he fought with others.
At this time, even if the Martial Addict didn't want to kill Fang Yan, he couldn't stop what he was doing.
Because it was the most wonderful thing in the world.
For the Martial Addict, it was a million times more wonderful than the love between a man and a woman.
Cracking Skill!
Everywhere was cracked!
His punches cracked, his kicks cracked, his palms cracked, and he even opened his mouth and roared because he was having too much fun.
Their words were like swords and lightning.
"Ah — —"
The Martial Addict shouted and screamed.
He felt that today's fight was so enjoyable.
The feeling of being able to attack and blast as he pleased was simply too comfortable.
In the past, when he fought with others, the weak ones fell down in a few punches and kicks. Those who were strong would be knocked down after he bombarded them for a while.
Of course, this had never happened before.
Only once or twice, or two or three times — —
But Fang Yan was different. No matter how much he punched, Fang Yan just calmly retreated.
Don't underestimate the word "retreat". In the eyes of a true master, retreating was harder than advancing.
Because the human body was used to walking forward, it was easy to lose one's footing or get knocked down by an object when retreating.
Moreover, under his high rhythm of punching, Fang Yan was still orderly even when retreating, and always tried to counterattack.
This was very rare and precious!
"That's great — — that's great — —" The Martial Addict shouted. He wanted to tear off all his clothes and run naked on the top of the mountain.
"Bah — —" Fang Yan spat out a mouthful of phlegm.
"That's great — —" The Martial Addict only felt a mouthful of phlegm slipping into his mouth, but before he could react, it had already flowed down.
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