Chapter 569

Wu Chi's worry is not superfluous. He just swallowed Fangyan's spit. If Fangyan had any infectious diseases such as tuberculosis and AIDS, wouldn't it be his own misfortune?

Besides, this kid has flowers and leaves all over his body. No one believes that he has no AIDS. -

when he asks such a question, he feels disgusted and uneasy.

I hesitated for a long time, but I couldn't help saying what I was worried about.

"Are you all right?"

Fang Yan is not ill. Even if there is one, it's just a heart attack.

Fang Yan looks at Wu Chi, bows his hand, and says, "master, you asked me to fight with you at the top of Jianfeng this evening. Now that my people have come and fight with us, is that the end of the matter? I'm not good at martial arts. Elder, I'd better find a more powerful opponent to exchange ideas. Only in this way can they take on the real opponents of the predecessors and satisfy their belligerent desire. "

Wu Chi is furious, pointing to Fang Yan and swearing: "how can you swearing around the corner? What do you say is that you don't have a long time in martial arts if you are the last to learn - how can you beat me up if you don't have a long time in martial arts? How did you break my crack skill blade array? You are the last to learn, so we should die? Young man, don't be too proud and arrogant, or you'll hit the iron plate -- "

Fang Yan thought carefully and said with great humility:" thank you for reminding me, I must keep your words in mind. If I have a chance to kick the iron plate next time, I will try my best to kick the iron plate through -- "

" - "

Fang Yan waved his hand, turned around and walked towards the bottom of the mountain, saying:" master, it's not too early. I have a bad lung recently. My family also cooks porridge with white fungus and Sydney. I rushed back to have a bowl of porridge -- "

" want to run? " Wu Chi sneers. "This is just the beginning. You want to go down the mountain?"

"Isn't it over?" Fang Yan asked doubtfully. He was knocked down by Wu Chi once, and then he broke his lightning star and knocked him down even more fiercely. Although on the face of it, it seems that both sides have lost and each side has won and everyone has tied, but there are some differences in the details - when I fell to the ground, I quickly got up, and it's the blood in my head, not the blood in my mouth. After Wu Chi fell to the ground for half a day, he seemed to have been killed by himself. At last, he even took a picture of himself with blood stasis on his chest. How do you think he won?

"It's just a warm-up. What kind of decisive battle is a man's great husband who is not fighting with a great energy and pain? Do you think it's a kid who's going through the house? "

Before he had finished speaking, he had already started.

Wu Chi's words were loud and powerful, but when he rushed over, he was silent.

This time, Wu Chi didn't use the crack skill. His feet didn't flash air when they landed on the ground, and he didn't step on the ground again and again.

Silent feet, no trace.

When his toes touched the ground, his whole body jumped up.

He is like a ball full of Qi, light and flexible, like walking on the grass tips and branches.

It's different from the fierce martial Chi who just wielded his fist, thunder, feet and lightning. Anyone who saw him would praise the middle-aged man for his speed and ghostly movements.

Soft skill!

This time, Fang Yan really has respect and admiration for Hou Zhendong.

Just as fire and ice can't mix, soft and hard are also natural enemies.

Cracking skill belongs to the most powerful and hard Kung Fu. It is like thunder and electricity when it is used, and it will die when it is touched. With the power of destroying, pulling and decaying, charge towards Fangyan, a posture of crushing and destroying all the road blockers in front.

However, softness and strength are the opposite. It seems that the posture is light, soft and beautiful, but it's impossible for people to defend against it. It's impossible to avoid it. It's invisible to kill people in a light way.

Softness is not Taiji, but it is the same as Taiji's four or two thousand jins.

For swords, a hard sword is not as good as a soft one. If you practice a hard sword for ten years, you will have to practice a soft sword for thirty years.

Some people are good at using hard weapons and can use them to the extreme. For example, don't take the enemy's spear lightly.

Some people are good at using soft weapons. They can turn soft sword and whip into a part of their body. For example, black dragon's baigui beard and leaf's gentle whip.

However, few people can practice both weapons or strength to the extreme at the same time.

One is that it takes too much time and energy to do that, and the other is to specialize in one field to become a God in that field. If you have two minds, you may face results that are not pleasing on both sides.

Others don't want to do it, but Wu Chi does it.

Because he is obsessed with martial arts, he is not willing to give up any opponent or any attempt. Therefore, he can be one of the seven crazies in China.

Be serious because of respect, be cautious because of admiration.

Seeing Wu Chi's body almost as fast as floating, Fang Yan's long shirt is slightly placed, Fang's triangular plum blossom steps are unfolded, and he takes the initiative to meet Wu Chi.Close up, small dragon catcher to catch the hand vein of Wu Chi.

Wu Chi turns over, Fang Yan buckles again.

Wu Chi turns the counter attack again, and Fang Yan buckles it when he dodges.

There was no sound of air flow, no sword.

One wants to capture the opponent's hand pulse, and the other turns to avoid counter attack.

Fail, then deduct.

If you fail again, you can deduct.

The wrists are flying and the fingers are electrified.

In a short time, they had fought each other 368 times.

Every move includes attack and defense, which contain endless changes.

It's the simplest duel, because it's just two people standing where they keep turning their hands.

This is also the most dangerous duel. If either side slows down a step or accidentally gets caught by the other side, all the advantages will be lost. What they are facing is a storm like attack.

It's also very likely to kill with a single blow!

Wu Zhisheng's moves are elegant, and his moves can be called supernatural.

With the help of Fang Yansheng in the heart of Taiji, in the realm of Taiji, the track of every movement change of Wu Chi can be seen clearly -

there are more than three hundred turns and attacks, and Wu Chi is finally a little impatient.

With a roar, his body suddenly drifted like a balloon into the sky.

His body whirled wildly in the mid air, and the rotating airflow turned into a black whirlpool.

The strong wind swept in and shrouded it in the Fangyan on the ground.

Whew -

Fang Yan is covered by tornado and enters the position of eye of wind.

The mouth cannot speak, the eye cannot see. Only the wind whirring and the indistinguishable howling of ghosts and wolves can be heard by the ear.

Since I'm not allowed to watch or listen, I just don't listen.

Fang Yan stood still and closed his eyes!

Shout -

a fist suddenly strikes Fangyan's ear door.

The ear is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body, and it is very close to the important point of the temple. In a fight, the whole head will burst.

The fist was hidden in the dark and came with the wind. It's hard to find it.

However, how can this deceive Fang Yan who has the heart of Taiji?

Fang Yan's head is slanted, just avoiding that punch.

With the wind in his arms, Fang Yan moves towards the lower Yin position of Fang Yan. Fang Yan hates her and moves three steps sideways to avoid the vicious attack.

Then, the overwhelming attack came from all directions.

Fang Yan clearly felt that Wu Chi was not fighting alone, but that there were countless people fighting with him.

He is not facing a person, but a group of unpredictable evil spirits.

Shout -

Fang Yan punches out, but there is no sound except wind.

"Little white face, don't make useless struggle - this is my cotton work, my heart is cotton, my body is cotton, all my things are cotton. Cotton is always floating in the wind - "Wu Chi, while attacking Fangyan from all directions, shows off his unique skills loudly.

"Save it, I advise you to save some strength - how can you make cotton? Before you hit your fist, the air flow has washed away the cotton -- "

" do you think it's a familiar move? Yes, this is based on Mo Qingdi's feeling of drunk crane riding the wind -- "

" what kind of feeling is it? " Fang Yan sneered in his heart. "To be clear is to copy? Do you want to be ashamed? "

"Whether it's perception or plagiarism - now it's my cotton skill anyway - drunk crane riding the wind is just a set of steps, but I've turned it into a set of systematic Kung Fu, isn't it self creation?"

"Don't despise the enemy's natural talents, but don't think about martial arts and love the world. How could he have lost to the Dragon if he was all for Tao? What a pity! Hateful! "

Fang Yan said nothing but closed his eyes and felt it carefully.

Feel the omnipresent boxing and kicking, and feel the cracking power that appeared in tornadoes from time to time.

Yes, Wu Chi is a martial arts wizard. He is sometimes frivolous and sometimes hard. He is a cotton, but this cotton can exert the most powerful and rigid cracking work.

Whoop -

the wind is howling!

Ao Ao Ao -

the ghost is called Wolf Yin!

Thunderclap -

this is the lightning shadow of crazing work.

Wu Chi alone can bring such a big battle, with three styles of martial arts to fight people.

Fang Yan feels aggrieved in his heart and feels that he is being beaten by others.

"Little white face, fist and hand - use your best Kung Fu and your heart of Taiji - let me see how strong you are, and let me see if you are the best master of Taiji.""Fang Yan, be angry, and fight hard, or you will never have a chance --"

Bang --

Fang Yan's body leaps upright like an arrow, and then blows out!

It's like a human antiaircraft gun!

The wind stopped and the clouds stopped.

The lightning was gone, and the howling of the wolf was gone.

Wu Chi's body flies high into the air, reaching a height that is hard to distinguish with the naked eye.

"How high he flies!" Fang Yan looks up and mumbles to himself.