Ultimate Teacher Chapter 559: , the eighth sword!

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Chapter 559, the eighth sword!

"Save me--" The black driver's head stretched out of the door, and half of his body was stuck in the car. His body was dripping with blood, and a pool of blood stains had accumulated on the ground. There should be some injuries.

As he snarled, he beckoned to the general for help.

Only Fang Yan, the fisherman, will be the driver and the driver. Fang Yan and the fisherman are fighting. He could only put his hopes on the general.

Jiangxin just looked at Fang Yan dullly, not paying attention to the driver's eyes and shouts for help.

This is not the first time Fang Yan saw Fang Yan, but he was once again conquered by his kung fu.

What happened to her body just a few meters away when her body was lifted by a gas just now?

What happened to Fang Yan jumping so high and flying into the air like a bird?

Also-you can make a big hole in the roof with a palm shot. Is this playing magic?

Fang Yan shoots out thirty-eight palms in succession. Because he moves too fast, he will only see him shoot out one palm.

In the eyes of the beholders, the truth is that Fang Yanju took a slap and shot the roof down into the body.

The general is not stupid. She knows that when Fang Yan and the fisherman are fighting, it is the best time to leave here.

However, General Shangxin did not leave.

She knows that Fang Yan is very powerful, but Wan Fangyan cannot beat the old fisherman wearing sunglasses?

People say that the IQ of a woman in love is zero. This sentence is especially suitable for the body of the general.

Because I am in love, I worry more.

When Fang Yan ’s tornado storm blasted out, the fisherman knew the kid was amazing.

That is the power of nature, that is the irresistible power. No matter whether it is blocking or dismantling, the only way is to escape from its edge.

His wrist flicked, and the silk thread in front of the fishing rod flew towards the nearby tree.

The silk thread was wrapped around the trunk, and he sprang out like a spiderman with flying silk.

Yes, the fisherman holding the fishing rod is indeed like the hero made in Hollywood: Spider-Man!

The fisherman ’s feet are hanging, and the whole person's body is pulled by the thread and hung on the tree trunk.

The trunk is crunching, and it may seem to break at any time.

Fang Yan looked at the fisherman and said: "I can make the fisherman's predecessors praise, and the boy is very happy. Otherwise, let's not kill, let's find a place to drink tea and chat. How good?"

The fisherman sneered and said, "You said you were fat and you will catch your breath. This is just the beginning. You ca n’t even warm up, so you want to run away?"

"I don't want to run away, I'm afraid I'll hurt your old man." Fang Yan's picture of me is for you. "This is just showing a little bit of strength, not even one tenth of mine, you will be praised all the time, and you are a tiger, a grandson, a hero and a young boy-"

"I did n’t say that the hero came out of the boy-"

"But you showed this meaning. This will make you amazed and prove that your strength is definitely far inferior to me-anyway, you can't beat me, we don't have to fight it? I If I seriously hurt you, will my grandfather not break my dog ​​legs? "

"The sharp-mouthed guy—" the fisherman shouted angrily: "Without your grandpa interrupting your dog legs, I will interrupt your dog legs now-"

When the fisherman spoke, his wrist shook gently.

Click ---

The branch on which the fishing line hangs is broken, and it smashes towards Fang Yan with lush foliage.

Hoohoo-

The branches carry the sound of wind, and leaves fall during the flight.

But those falling leaves did not fly away with the wind, but pierced towards Fang Yan like a leaf knife.

Flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people. These are the masters of Neijianghu.

Fang Yan ’s body was spinning in place, and the drunk crane took the wind to make her look like a butterfly piercing through the flowers.

Shoot swoosh-

Ye Dao passes through the top of his head, cheeks, ribs, crotch and other parts, but he can't touch his body.

In the eyes of the general, Fang Yan at this time was walking in the rain in the sky, and his posture was freehand.

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang-

The blades are stuck on the ground or on the black car, and the car body is cut out one by one.

There are also two blades stuck on the thigh of the driver of the black car. The driver of the black car saw the blade flying but it was difficult to avoid. It just screamed again and again —

The most terrible thing is the big tree trunk that was thrown over by the silver thread. They clamored towards Fang Yan ’s head, and there was an indiscriminate attack.

Fang Yan couldn't avoid it, and his body rushed straight towards the pole.

When approaching, suddenly punched.

The trunk of the tree was like a lighted firecracker. Suddenly, the thunderbolt exploded.

Fang Yan's body was still rushing forward towards the fisherman who threw at him.

The fisherman holds the fishing rod, and the fishing rod pierces Fang Yan's chest like a long sword.

It's even more strange to think that the fishing line looks like it has long eyes, and it comes from behind to Fang Yan's body.

There is a spear in front and a wire mesh behind. The front and back pinch makes it a dilemma.

Fang Yan did not advance or retreat. His body instantly stood still, and then he stepped on the Yin and Yang poles and spun quickly.

Shoot-

The long thread passed through him and attacked the fisherman.

The sound of wind and thunder is hidden from the fishing rod in the fisherman's hand, not a long sword but with a killing intention.

It looks like it ’s hard to get old, and the bamboo rod trembles in the hands of the fisherman.

Spirit snake vomiting core!

Fang Yan's eyes, eyebrows, mouth, throat, chest, and abdomen are all targeted by fishermen. He was shot with a shot if he was careless.

Fang Yan's charge is unabated, and his aggressive steps are still steady and firm.

The Heart of Tai Chi is spinning wildly, and the realm of Tai Chi is also in full swing.

In Fang Yan's mind, the bamboo rod in the fisherman's hand turned into a long red snake.

The snake's head trembles, but the snake's tail stays still.

Snake and hit seven inches!

Fang Yan cut across with a palm.

Click!

The snake head was cut off, and the bamboo rod broke into two pieces.

The fisherman holds the broken branch and stabs again, Fang Yan hangs again.

Hey!

Stabbing again!

Chop again!

Hey!

Stabbing again!

Chop again!

The fisherman stabbed seven times, and Fang Yan split seven times.

Each time the hack is made, the bamboo pole will be cut off.

Soon, there was only a small piece of bamboo stick left in the fisherman ’s hand.

Shangxin saw this scene, and the smile on his face hadn't had time to unwind, and he saw that the fisherman had lifted half of the bamboo pole in his hand and stab him towards Fang Yan's chest.

"Fang Yan-" will scream out in a hurry.

Whee-

The bamboo pole pierced Fang Yan's body, and the bamboo pole in the fisherman's hand completely disappeared and disappeared.

"Fang Yan-" Admiral is really terrified.

She looked incredulously at the pointed long bamboo pole that disappeared from Fang Yan's body, unwilling to believe everything she saw.

Fang Yan came out to protect himself. If Fang Yan was injured or killed, then-what other face does she continue to live?

Her eyes were wet, and tears fell down her cheeks.

Her body is trembling, and she wants to rush to check Fang Yan ’s situation, but she now has no power to move her legs at all ——

When her father left Feng Xing, she was not around, all she saw was a swollen corpse. So she didn't feel that way.

Now, Fang Yan is fighting to die in front of his own eyes, this feeling-really heartbreaking.

The fisherman took a successful blow and took a step back.

Fang Yan stood still and looked at the fisherman and said, "You have already reached this point?"

The fisherman nodded and said, "I have calculated that you can block my five swords, but I didn't expect you to block my seven swords-"

"What about the eighth sword?"

"There is no eighth sword." said the fisherman. "Fighting for a while, then declining again, exhausting three times-I can practice against the common sense to pierce the fifth sword, which is already my limit. Even the three swords cannot stab people, that is the opponent. Even the five swords cannot stab Man, that's a master. Even the seven swords can't stab people, that's my killer — "

"So you chose to give up?" Fang Yan asked.

"No, I just chose to give you the offensive power--" said the fisherman, looking at Fang Yan. "When I pierced the eighth sword, I thought you would fight back-you have The Heart of Tai Chi, you can clearly see through the trajectory of my sword. When I shot, you only need a simple small dragon catcher Take the sword, and then take advantage of the situation to pierce my chest or the third rib under the ribs-but unfortunately you didn't do that. "

Fang Yan laughed and said, "I can't do that."

"Why?"

"Because you are my grandfather's friend." Fang Yan said. "Although my grandfather always told you to hang the ghost, but I know, he thought of you as a friend in his heart-"

The fisherman looked sad, and said, "It's a pity, a pity-"

"Nothing is a pity." Fang Yan said comfortingly. "You are alive and he is alive. Isn't this worth the drunkenness of the two of you?"

The fisherman laughed loudly and patted Fang Yan's shoulder vigorously, saying, "It's good, I'm alive, and he's alive. Isn't it worth making us drunk?"

The fisherman looked at Fang Yan and said, "Boy, I lost, I lost my face and skinlessly, and I also lost my heart-"

Fang Yan withdrew the half of the bamboo pole inserted under his ribs, and delivered his hands to the fisherman, saying, "Thank you senior for pointing."

Fang Yan saw the fisherman's eighth sword just now, and grasped its context with The Heart of Tai Chi.

Fang Yan shifted his body when he stabbed with a sword, and clamped the half of the bamboo pole with his arm, blocking the attack wave of the fisherman.

"Where is there any guidance? It is you who really learned me that you really learned." The fisherman said.

He reached over and took the half of the bamboo pole handed over by Fang Yan, then inserted his backhand into his chest.

Hey-

The sound of piercing flesh came, and then the blood stained his chest instantly.

"Predecessor--" Fang Yan hurriedly stopped.

The fisherman waved his hand and said, "Relax, you can't die."

"——"

The fisherman gave Fang Yan a meaningful look and said, "Originally, this sword should let you stab you in. If you do n’t want to do it, I have to do it for you-"

The fisherman looked up and wept bitterly, and said: "Go. Go. Follow him, never come back again-not worth your return."