Ultimate Teacher Chapter 774: 、 Wind and rain in a city!
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Chapter 774, A City of Wind and Rain (Part 2)!
The brilliance in Fang Haohan's hand exploded like a white sun rising suddenly in the sky.
The fiery white light wrapped Fang Haohan's body, and completely wrapped the black fist of the hood man.
However, it failed to hide the color of the male fist in the balaclava—like a black spot on the sun, like a flaw on a bead.
The black fist was energized, with all the evil spirits devouring it, and bombarded Fang Haohan's body fiercely.
Hoohoo-
The wind screamed, and the energy was vertical and horizontal. Between the two of them, a white energy mask composed of strong energy was formed.
In the transparent energy cover, there is no gusty wind, no rainstorm, no airflow. They are completely in a vacuum.
The energy mask appears instantly and disappears instantly.
The surrounding raindrops were ejected and turned into countless powerful bullets.
Click ---
The sound of broken bones came out.
This is the first round of the fight. It is a collision of flesh and flesh. It is a bone to bone fight. I do n’t know if Fang Haohan ’s bones are broken or the man ’s bones are cracked.
"Cai Family's Wildfire--" Fang Haohan thought to himself.
Huaxia Kungfu has the saying that the southern fist and the northern leg mean that southern fist does not refer to a separate fist, but refers to the entire southern Chinese fist that is superior to the northern fist.
Fast, accurate, ruthless, and constantly surprising.
In the north, Baili's Baili Shenquan is the leader, but in the south, Cai Lihuo says. The wild fire boxing of the Cai family, the five-capture boxing of the Li family, and the missing boxing boxing of the Huo family are all elites. It is also the backbone that supports the saying "Southern Boxing and North Legs" for centuries.
Fang Haohan is an apprentice of Mo Qing enemy, although the old drunkard master is not very qualified, and he is often lazy. However, the British light enemy likes to explain to Fang Yan and his two apprentices the various characteristics and magical functions of the world's kung fu.
The wild fire boxing of the Cai family is naturally in his explanation, so Fang Haohan recognized the way of this boxing at first contact.
"Everything should change, and all things should change."
Unchanged is his way of exerting force, fierce, fierce, violent, too fierce.
Moreover, once you start fighting, it will be like a wildfire, and it will come fiercely and never stop. One is to burn everything and burn the grass, mountains and even the black soil on the ground to the naked eye.
What changes is their boxing skills. There are 127 changes in their boxing skills. This is the official figure a few years ago. How many changes are there now, I am afraid that even the old drunkard is unclear.
Wildfire burning the city!
The man in the balaclava is indeed from the Cai family, and is a very important person. It is precisely because of his good identity that he wore a black nightgown and a black hood to completely wrap his head.
In this blow, he used 90% of his strength.
He is going to punch Fang Haohan, a big man who looks silly, into a pile of bones.
"Come to death--" the man in the balaclava snorted.
Boom-
The brilliance in Fang Haohan's hand shone again, just like returning to the light, or bounce before death, and then disappeared.
His-
The body of Fang Haohan and the man in the balaclava first stayed still, and then seemed to be electrocuted, and bounced away in the opposite direction.
La La La-
Fang Haohan's feet glide quickly on the ground, paddling wave after wave of water, and a huge force pushes his body backwards.
In the process of retreating, his shrinking body began to swell and enlarge.
Kappa Kappa —
The bones in Fang Haohan's body kept ringing. When he stood in the rain hard, his body returned to his previously dry and thin telephone pole.
The body of the man in the balaclava rises into the air and smashes into the distance.
His body went through the rain shower, through the green belt next to him, and then fell to the ground with a thump.
Because the ground is too smooth, he slid all the way after falling to the ground. The billboard that hit the road was finally stopped.
"Poof-"
The man in the cape's chest was restless, and then spit out a bit of blood.
He was injured in the hit just now.
He was actually injured.
Wildfire is famous for being hard, and the way of force is very special. If you hit it normally, you will be able to beat them with great effort even if you encounter the best players, and it will be difficult to calm down for a long time.
But what is going on with this bone monster today?
He still has trouble understanding the meaning of those two brilliances. According to his ‘introverted Shenhua’ realm, with the strength of his body, he can only complete an attack of that degree.
He withdrew his power and then bombarded it again-
"This is impossible." The man in the balaclava shook his head and denied it.
How old is this monster, how could it be that the legendary inner power circulates back and forth in the heavenly realm?
Or, is this a way of force that you do n’t know?
The man in the balaclava blocked Fang Haohan's first "Bright Shining", but his body was injured by the second inexplicable Shining Shining.
Although the second time Guanghua is not as bright as the first time, the second time is not as strong as the first time-but it is enough to give the old headgear to the new power but the new body is temporarily blank Hit seriously.
The viscera and viscera have a feeling of displacement. What is even more unbearable is that his right arm is also painful like a cone.
During the battle, he heard a crisp bone fracture.
It ’s not hard to imagine that it was the voice that came out when my bones were unbearable.
The heavy rain poured down and slapped him on the face.
Most of his body was soaked in rain, and he looked indescribably embarrassed.
The man in the balaclava suddenly felt a little regretful. Why did he go this way?
When he heard that the opponent he was going to face was Tai Chi, a wizard who had never been encountered for a hundred years, he was full of emotions, but he ignored it.
Hype, all hype.
In the current society, people's hearts are getting worse and worse. Even some people in Neijianghu are contaminated with those bad habits outside.
Kung Fu is practiced hard and hard day and night, can it be packed and speculated?
He came out this time to fight Fang Yan once and expose his false face of "Dao Men Zhong Xing"-
When he came out to perform the task today, he heard that he might not be able to meet Fang Yan, and he was still unhappy. He came just for Fang Yan, and he couldn't even meet Fang Yan. What's the point of his coming out?
"What? The opponent is a nephew of Fang Yan's teacher?" After hearing the news, he almost smashed the dining table. He shouted at those people, "Isn't this an insult?"
Now he only knows that others have not insulted themselves, and the person who insulted him most is himself-
"Isn't this an insult?" The man in the balaclava remembered this sentence and wanted to bury his head in the rain. Never lift it up.
Fang Haohan does n’t care what the man in the balaclava thinks. Anyway, he is not a woman he likes, and everyone has no friendship.
After standing, Fang Haohan glanced at the position of the hooded man, and ran quickly towards him.
"Don't talk about him--" Fang Haohan thought to himself. "Anyway, it's just a smooth and easy thing-"
I have to say that when I have been with Fang Yan for a long time, I will be infected with some of Fang Yan's temperament that would rather die than take advantage of it. For example, now, anyway, he has knocked down his opponent. If he solves it again, then even if he has a loss-the loss does not look so big, does it?
Of course, a hundred men in balaclava cannot compare with his Xiaoya. One million failed.
Click and click ——
Fang Haohan's body bowed slightly and swooped toward the position of the man in the balaclava.
Ga —
His body whirled in circles.
While he was making a circle, a bullet passed through the edge of his body.
The one-eyed dragon drove towards the place where the hooded man was, driving the silver pistol to Fang Haohan and pulling the trigger.
Fang Haohan's body avoided the side of the car, and as the van was about to pass by him, he suddenly jumped up and jumped into the van's compartment from the open window glass.
The one-eyed dragon was shocked. He just saw that Fang Haohan would shrink his bones. But is this kid's ability to drill holes too great?
If he knew that Fang Haohan knew Mo Qingdi ’s previous major, he probably would n’t have said such a sigh.
Fang Haohan ’s drilling speed is fast, and the one-eyed dragon responds faster.
As soon as the present hero appeared beside him, he immediately raised his gun and pulled the trigger towards the hero on the front cab. There is no pause in this process. Not one minute and one second.
Click ---
He pulled the trigger, but no bullets were fired.
What about bullets?
What about bullets?
What about my bullets?
Thunderbolt cracked-
Fang Haohan dropped the bullet that was unloaded from his hand on the ground, then grabbed the pistol from the one-eyed dragon's hand, and then hit the ruthless dragon's head with a heavy gun body.
Click ---
Click ---
Click ---
Only two or three times, the head of the one-eyed dragon blurred.
His forehead was covered with blood, and his only eye was blurred by the infiltration of blood.
“Heaven has a way, you do n’t go, **** has no way, you ’re invading—you want to die—I’ll send you to die —”
The one-eyed dragon was grimacing and grinned wildly.
He slapped on a red button on the steering wheel of the car, and then the van he was riding on exploded with a crack.
The green liquid splashed everywhere, and the body of the van was quickly corroded into a plume of smoke.
(ps: Just back from eating outside, the little lover quarreled with "Witch Winnie" holding a bottle and asked me to tell her a story, but I seriously rejected it. I want to write a story for you.
This is Weibo last night, thinking of writing a chapter anyway.
As a result, I could n’t write a chapter in any case-my head was dizzy and I could n’t write a word. )
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