The light in Fang Haohan's palm exploded, as if a white sun had suddenly risen in the sky.
The blazing white light enveloped Fang Haohan's body, as well as the hooded man's pitch-black fist.
However, it couldn't hide the color of the hooded man's fist — — it was like a black spot on the sun, like a flaw on a bead.
The black fist was wrapped in energy, and carried an evil aura that could devour everything, as it fiercely bombarded Fang Haohan's body.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh — —
The wind howled, and the energy surged. Between the two of them, a white energy shield formed by Strength Qi was formed.
Inside the transparent energy barrier, there was no wind, no rainstorm, no airflow. They were in a state of complete vacuum.
The energy barrier appeared and disappeared in an instant.
The surrounding raindrops were bounced off, turning into countless powerful bullets.
Crack — —
The sound of bones breaking could be heard.
This was the first round of the battle, a collision of flesh against flesh, a battle of bones against bones. It was unclear whether Fang Haohan's bones broke, or the hooded man's.
"Cai Clan's Wildfire Fist — —" Fang Haohan thought.
Hua Xia Kung Fu had the saying of Southern Fist and Northern Kick. Southern Fist didn't refer to a single fist style, but to the entire Hua Xia Kung Fu that was superior to the Northern Kung Fu.
Fast, accurate, ruthless, and always able to come up with something new.
In the North, the Baili Clan's Baili Godly Fist was the best, but in the South, there was the Cai Clan, Li Clan, and Huo Clan. The Cai Clan's Wildfire Fist, the Li Clan's Five Grappling Fist, and the Huo Clan's Mystic Fist were all the best. They were also the backbone of the saying of Southern Fist and Northern Kick for hundreds of years.
Fang Haohan was Mo Qingdi's disciple, although his drunkard master wasn't very qualified, and he often slacked off. But Ying Qingdi liked to explain the various characteristics and uses of the world's Kung Fu to Fang Yan and his two disciples.
The Cai family's Wildfire Fist was naturally in his explanation, so Fang Haohan recognized the origin of this fist technique the moment he came into contact with it.
"Deal with change with constancy, deal with constancy with change."
The only thing that didn't change was the way he used his strength. It was fierce, ferocious, firm, and unbelievably fierce.
Moreover, once the battle began, it would be like a wildfire that would never stop. It looked like it was going to burn everything, including the grasslands, the mountains, and even the black soil on the ground.
What was ever-changing was their fist path. Their fist path had 127 variations, and this was the official number from a few years ago. Perhaps even the Old Drunkard didn't know how many changes there were now.
Wildfire burns the city!
The hooded man was indeed a member of the Cai family, and he was a very important person. It was also because of his extraordinary identity that he was wearing black clothes and a black hood that covered his head completely.
He used ninety percent of his strength in this strike.
He wanted to smash Hero Fang into a pile of bones with a single punch, even though he looked like a silly-looking big guy.
"Die — —" the masked man shouted in a muffled voice.
Boom —
The light in Fang Haohan's palm flashed again, like the last radiance of the setting sun, or the rebound before death, and then disappeared.
Hiss —
Fang Haohan and the hooded man's bodies were motionless at first, but then, as if they had been electrocuted, they bounced back in the opposite direction at the same time.
Whoosh —
Fang Haohan's feet slid quickly on the ground, creating wave after wave of water. A majestic force pushed his body backward.
In the process of retreating, his shrunken body began to swell and grow larger.
Crack, crack, crack —
The bones in Mr. Fang's body kept creaking. When he struggled to stand in the rain, his body had returned to its previous dry and skinny body of a utility pole.
The hooded man's body flew into the air and smashed into the distance.
His body passed through the rain and the green belt by the side before falling to the ground with a thud.
As the ground was too slippery, his body slid all the way until he hit a billboard by the side of the road.
"Puah —"
The hooded man's chest was agitated, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He was injured in that attack just now.
He was actually injured.
The Wildfire Fist was known for its strength, and the way it was used was very unique. Usually, a single strike would cause even top experts to feel agitated, unable to calm down for a long time.
But, what was up with this skeleton monster today?
He still couldn't understand the meaning of the two flashes of light. According to his realm of converged divine essence, he could only complete an attack of that level with all his strength.
He retracted his power and blasted it one more time.
"That's impossible." The hooded man shook his head in denial.
How old was this monster? How could he have reached the legendary Heavenly Dao realm of inner strength circulation?
Or could it be that this was a method of exerting strength that he didn't know of?
The hooded man had blocked Fang Haohan's first flash of light, but his body was injured by the second flash of light.
Although the second flash of light wasn't as bright as the first, and the strength wasn't as great as the first, it was enough to seriously injure the hooded man who was temporarily in a blank state.
He felt like his organs had shifted, and what was even more unbearable was that his right arm was in excruciating pain.
During the battle, he heard the crisp sound of bones breaking.
It wasn't hard to imagine that it was the sound produced when one's bones couldn't withstand the heavy blows.
The torrential rain poured down on his face and body.
Most of his body was soaked in the rain, and he looked indescribably wretched.
The hooded man suddenly felt a little regretful. Why did he have to make this journey?
When he heard that his opponent was the rare genius of the Taiji lineage, Fang Yan, he felt an upsurge of emotions, but he also felt disdain.
Hype, it was all hype.
In today's society, people's hearts were getting worse. Even some of the people in the inner world were infected with the bad habits of the outside world.
Kungfu was trained day and night with punches and kicks. How could it be packaged and hyped up?
He came out this time to have a good battle with Fang Yan, to expose the false face of the revival of Daoism —
When he came out to carry out the mission today, he felt a little unhappy when he heard that he might not be able to meet Fang Yan. He came for Fang Yan, but if he couldn't even meet Fang Yan, what was the point of coming out?
"What? My opponent is a martial nephew of Fang Yan? "When he heard the news, he nearly smashed the table he was eating at. He shouted at those people, "Isn't this insulting?"
Only now did he know that others weren't insulting him, but he was the one who insulted him the most.
"Isn't this insulting?" When the hooded man thought of this sentence, he wanted to bury his head in the rain and never lift it again.
Fang Haohan didn't care what the hooded man was thinking. Anyway, he wasn't the woman he liked, and they weren't friends.
After Fang Haohan's figure stood still, he glanced at the hooded man's position and quickly ran in his direction.
"Let's get rid of him first," Fang Haohan thought in his heart. "Anyway, it's just something along the way —"
He had to admit that after being with Fang Yan for a long time, he would more or less be infected with Fang Yan's temperament of not wanting to be at a disadvantage and desperately trying to take advantage of others. For example, he had already defeated his opponent. If he killed him along the way, then even if he suffered some losses, it wouldn't seem that big, right?
Of course, a hundred hooded men couldn't be compared to his Xiao Ya. Not even a million.
Kacha kacha —
Fang Haohan's body bent slightly, and he dived toward the hooded man's position.
Ga —
His body spun rapidly.
As he spun, a bullet passed by the side of his body.
One-eye drove toward the hooded man with one hand, and with the other hand, he raised a silver pistol and pulled the trigger at Fang Haohan.
Fang Haohan dodged to the side of the car. Just as the van was about to pass him, he suddenly jumped and jumped into the van through the open window.
One-eye was shocked. He had just seen Fang Haohan's bone shrinking ability. But wasn't this kid's tunneling ability too amazing?
If he knew Fang Haohan's profession before he met Mo Qingdi, he probably wouldn't have let out such a sigh.
Fang Haohan's tunneling speed was fast, but One-eye's reaction speed was even faster.
When he saw Fang Haohan appear next to him, he immediately raised his gun and pulled the trigger at Fang Haohan, who was in the passenger seat. There was no pause in the process. Not even a second.
Kacha —
He pulled the trigger, but no bullet was fired.
Where's the bullet?
Where's the bullet?
Where's the bullet?
Crack crack crack —
Fang Haohan threw the unloaded bullet on the ground, then snatched the pistol from One-eye's hand, and smashed it heavily into One-eye's head.
Kacha —
Kacha —
Kacha —
After two or three hits, One-eye's head was a bloody mess.
His forehead was covered in blood, and his only eye had become blurry due to the blood that had seeped into it.
"Heaven has a path, but you don't want to take it, and hell has no doors, but you want to barge in — — You want to die — — I'll send you to die — —"
One-eye's face was ferocious, and he laughed maniacally.
He slammed his palm on a red button on the steering wheel, and then the van he was in exploded into pieces with a loud bang.
Green liquid splashed everywhere, and the body of the van was quickly corroded into thick smoke.
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