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Fang Yang raised the long sword on the ground: "the two masters, as Buddhists, have no compassion. Is this what Buddhists do?"

Lai fan stepped forward: "punishing the evil is to promote the good. I will spend you well."

Having said that, I didn't see how fan moved. The black bright Buddha bead that was originally hanging on his chest was as alive as a snake attacking Fang Yang's face.

Fang Yang's long sword is blocked horizontally. When the two intersect, the sound of "Dangdang" comes from the intersection of gold and iron. It's made of refined steel. And Juli from Changdao almost got rid of the knife in his hand!

On the other side of the dust is not idle, wide sleeves a swing, whisk to Fang Yang's chest. Before the move, the strong wind has made people suffocate.

"Master!" Fang Yang doesn't dare to make a hard connection. He knows that the strength of the other side is above himself. Moreover, refined steel Buddha beads and iron sleeve skills belong to strange weapons.

The main reason why there are few people using Qimen weapons is that it is difficult to practice and requires great perseverance and endurance. Not everyone can stick to it.

But once they stick to it, they will become a powerful and powerful school. Obviously, these two have already used their weapons to a perfect level. They can cooperate with each other freely.

The same double cooperation, in Jiangbei hospital when the two, the power is not vulgar, but with the fan, the dust of a comparison, you are the gap between primary school students and college students.

Fortunately, there is nothing Fang Yang can worry about here, and the venue is big enough to let his flexible advantage fully play out.

At the beginning, both sides were trying and didn't use killing tactics. After more than ten rounds, the refined copper Buddha bead in his hand suddenly shook fiercely!

Eighteen fine steel beads of Buddha envelop Fang Yang like bullets. At the same time, with the dust, two left and right, to attack Fang Yang!

Fang Yang suddenly fell into a dilemma, he can not completely evade the past, must make a choice in the shortest time!

Eighteen fine steel Buddha pearls come through the air, full of strength. And the iron sleeve and iron palm of dust and fan can not be underestimated.

Between the calcium carbide and the firelight, Fang Yang makes a decision. He curls up and retreats quickly. He would rather be hit by the refined steel Buddha bead than be attacked by the dust and the fan.

"Hum" Fang Yang snorted. He had dodged as much as possible, but he was still hit by four fine steel beads. Direct fracture of the left arm, right leg almost know to feel!

The dust and all natural will not stop, body shape is wrong, position exchange, almost no pause, is still a left and a right, to Fang Yang!

Just now, in good health, Fang Yang could not escape the attack of both of them. After he was injured, his action was even more affected.

There is no way to avoid it. Fang Yang's heart is horizontal, and he doesn't defend. He kicks fan's heart with his left leg, and cuts the iron sleeve of the dust with his right dragon scale sword!

All natural don't want to be kicked by this foot, the body like a top in situ dribble around, just to avoid this foot. Backhand a palm, "click" a crisp ring, left leg was also discounted!

As for the dust, as if he didn't see it at all, the iron sleeve brushed Fang Yang's chest, and suddenly Fang Yang felt that he had been hit by the train head-on, and his blood gushed out like he didn't want money.

The dragon scale sword in his hand, though cut on the iron sleeve, just left a white seal!

With one blow, Fang Yang can be seriously injured. The iron sleeve of cloth clothes can ignore the advantage of dragon scale sword. The last thing Fang Yang wants to see is still life!

He vomited more than ten mouthfuls of blood continuously, and Fang Yang fell to the ground with a pale face. Four broken ribs, broken legs, left arm, even the strength to stand up.

Rao is so, Fang Yang's right hand is still holding the dragon scale sword tightly, and his bloody face is still smiling: "ha ha, if I don't lose my eye, are you at least the strength of the heaven level?"

All natural see Fang Yang has no danger: "good! So, you should be very honored. Not everyone has a chance to die in the hands of heaven level masters, and they are still two

"Ha ha, can you still order your face?" Fang Yang spat out a mouthful of blood foam: "two Heaven level masters besieged me for a middle stage of the earth level, and even said it was my honor? Is there any truth in this world? "

Liaochen walked to Fang Yang with a grim smile: "Hey, boy, the Buddha will teach you a lesson today. As long as your fist is big enough, what you say is reasonable!

Since your fist is not as big as mine, you are the one who will die! Remember the name of Buddha, don't go down there to plead for injustice! " Finish saying, the dust right palm fierce to square Yang's sky work properly to cover to clap down!

"Well, I won't give up easily!" Fang Yang has no fear in his eyes. With his last strength, he trembles and wants to lift the dragon scale sword.

Before Fang Yang raised the dragon scale sword, the dust's Iron Palm had reached three inches above Fang Yang's head!

"Is this really going to end?" Fang Yang's eyes showed strong reluctance.

He has not seen his grandfather, has not reunited with his parents, has not revealed the truth of being driven out of the Fang family, how can it end so soon?But in front of all the life, are mercilessly tell, all this, may really be over!

Fang Yang's eyes are wide open. He wants to keep this maybe the last moment of his life in mind!

In the remote computer room, the old woman in green sighed: "if he could be like his grandfather, maybe the result would be completely different. Unfortunately, it's still too young. "

Guo qiru complimented: "it's all up to adults to devise strategies. Otherwise, we really can't deal with this boy."

The overall situation has been decided. The old woman in green slowly goes out: "this is the difference between genius and fool. If you can solve it, will you still show your face with me?"

Just when everyone thought that Fang Yang would die, Fang Yang only felt a breeze around him, and countless gray silk threads interweaved into a familiar gray dark net on Fang Yang's head!

"Ah, my hand!" The dust of this palm ruthlessly press on the gray dark net, the whole right palm, seems to be melted in general, strange disappeared!

Liao Fan's face changed greatly. He quickly stepped forward to pick up the dust and looked around nervously: "I don't know where my friends are sneaking attack. I have the ability to come out! What kind of man is he who is sneaking around

A hoarse and familiar voice came from Fang Yang's back: "Oh, that's magnificent. You two Heaven level masters, if you work together to deal with the middle stage of the earth level, you'll be called heroes?"

"Dad Fang Yang was so excited that he almost burst into tears.

It's Fang Zhenming, Fang Yang's father, who comes here. Seeing Fang Yang's injury, Fang Zhenming's eyes flash with a sense of killing.

He took out a porcelain vase from his arms, poured out a pill and put it in Fang Yang's mouth: "take good care of the wound, and give me the rest.

Sorry, dad is not good, did not realize that this is their plot, let you suffer! Dad promises that he will find justice for you! "

Fang Yang nodded heavily: "I believe you!"

With four simple words, Fang Yang's stereotype of the other party's Zhenming has greatly dissipated. Don't worry about what he's been through, what he's carrying, at least it's his own father!