Reverend Insanity: Section 84: Stomp hard!
Finally, Gu Yuefang is playing against Gu Yuefang!
"Yo, interesting."
"Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a brother showdown."
"Fang Zheng ..." When the patriarch saw this, the smile on the corner of his mouth converged a bit. "The biggest shadow in your heart is your brother Fang Yuan. Beat him, you have the hematite, and also the jade skin. Alas, both offense and defense have great advantages. If you break this shadow, you will attract real new life! "
Finally we have a decisive battle.
The two brothers stood on the same ring and looked away.
The residual sun is like blood ...
The evening light is like a luxurious carpet on the platform.
Very similar faces.
My brother's war is burning, his brother's eyes are deep.
"Brother ..." Fang Zheng clenched his fists, stared at Fang Yuan tightly, with a firm tone, "You give up! I have already made two turns. The red iron real yuan is more than 80%, and your bronze true yuan. But it ’s four out of four. You have no chance. "
Fang Yuan looked at his younger brother lightly: "You know my Zhenyuan very well. But you still don't want to say these nonsense. If you can judge the victory by the amount of Zhenyuan alone, then you have to What is the battle? "
Fang Zheng froze for a moment, then the flames of fighting spirit in his eyes were burning.
In fact, deep in his heart, he didn't want Fang Yuan to give in. But Fang Yuan is his brother after all, and he should say such a sentence in a sense.
If you don't say it, it will be too heartless.
"Since you are so insistent on my brother, I'll have to take a shot!" The founder rushed to Fang Yuan before the words fell.
"That's the trick again!" Off the scene, Mo Bei looked at the scene and couldn't help but grit his teeth. He made up his mind, and he must discipline himself fiercely after returning, and return the founder's humiliation ten times in the future!
"Fang Yuan is finished, he doesn't have my Dragon Ball." Chicheng sneered, gloating.
Fang Zheng came running wild, and instantly narrowed the distance with Fang Yuan. There was a moonlight in his hands.
Fang Yuan's expression was like iron, there was no change at all. He watched Fang Zheng approaching quickly, standing still, except that the blue moon like water was slowly flowing in the right palm.
Suddenly!
Fang Yuan stepped on his feet suddenly, striding a few steps, but he did not retreat, and he furiously kicked back to the Founder.
"This!" Fang Zheng didn't expect Fang Yuan's impact. He couldn't help but panic and fired a moonblade.
Fang Yuan rushed over, and when the figure twisted, Yue Blade passed him by.
His face was indifferent, no growl, no shyness, but in the silence, he was brewing an absolutely cold momentum.
Fang Zheng retreated subconsciously, his limit distance was six meters, but now Fang Yuan is less than five meters away. This time he changed the distance.
嗤嗤嗤.
Fang Zheng backs up, while turning his right palm continuously, Yue Yue keeps urging, trying to force Fang Yuan back.
Fang Yuan is a series of step by step, extremely compact, extremely flexible, swaying violently, and every time is to avoid the shot moon blade.
"This Fang Yuan is even bolder!" Yaohong exclaimed.
"Fighting like this is simply killing one's life and death." Qing Shu also lost his voice.
"Another fighting lunatic!" Mo Yan gritted his teeth and glanced at Chishan not far away.
Chishan is still expressionless, but his eyes flicker.
The noise in the crowd ceases, all watching the battle on the ring.
Yue Dao and Fang Yuan passed by, and Fang Yuan's face was reflected from time to time. His indifferent expression has not changed, and in every thrilling and calm dodge, his combat talent is clear at a glance!
The patriarchs and elders outside the court all show a solemn look.
Chicheng and Mobei opened their mouths and watched Fang Yuan dodge a waning moon blade in wonder.
How did he do it? Countless students are surrounded by a big question mark.
Well, can Fang Yuan, who has five hundred years of combat experience, be comparable to Fang Zheng, who was taught by a four-turn puppet division for one year?
In Fang Yuan's eyes, Fang Zheng is as shallow as a clear stream. No matter how the stream flows, where it flows, and what kind of transition between the steep mountains and rocks, he can see through the water at a glance.
Each attack of Moonblade does not happen suddenly, it takes a process. The Founder must turn his palms, which is the best sign.
In Fang Yuan's eyes, every time Fang Zheng's shoulder shakes, every time his wrist turns, every time he steps on his foot, he gives him a lot of information. Every time Founder's intent to attack, retreat, and dodge, Fang Yuan can see through in an instant, and even what Founder has in mind, he can guess about it.
Fang Zheng's mind is already covered!
The shadow that Fang Yuan had enveloped in his heart for more than ten years suddenly spread into darkness, dragging him into the abyss.
The anxious mood made him not remember Yupi. Fang Yuan's strong advance made him nervous, made him breathless, and made him unable to think about the other.
This is the difference in experience, and this is the difference in heritage!
In Fang Yuan's conception, his own background is more important than that of Chunqiu Chan, and he has his biggest support.
He can't rely on the patriarch, the family, the loved ones, the friends, or the maggots.
He never depends on himself!
In this world, only myself is ever the most reliable! !!
Companions and comrades-in-arms are but excuses for the weak to cover up their incompetence and use them in anticipation of others' salvation.
Finally founder!
Bang.
Fang Yuan punched out in a concealed way, in the middle of Fangyuan's abdomen.
Fang Zheng suddenly bowed his waist, and the power of his fist almost hit him to spit out. He quickly protected his head with his arms, was short, and took a big step back. At a critical moment, he showed his solid basic skills.
"Where's gone?" Fang Zheng's eyes widened and he turned quickly, looking for Fang Yuan's figure between the gaps in his arms.
"Behind!" The idea just came to light, and Founder felt a strong blow to his waist.
He suddenly lost his focus and fell to the ground.
Fang Zheng was also hard-trained. Following this momentum, he turned a head on the ground, while turning his palm backwards, shooting a moon blade.
This action is the combat experience imparted to him by the patriarch.
If it's an ordinary character, if you're afraid to immediately follow the Founder, and you can't respond well, you will be shot by this moon blade. Even if he misses, he will be forced to retreat.
But who is Fang Yuan? Even if Gu Yuebo compares with his experience, it is definitely not enough.
Fang Yuan Anbu was in a car and did not pursue directly. Instead, it looped around a ring and approached the Founder. The moon blade shot through the air without any doubt.
Fang Zheng thought that he had distanced himself. He stood up and was about to regroup, but he heard a cry.
"This is the style of fist!" In this moment, Founder had time to come up with this idea.
The next moment, he was hit hard by Fang Yuan's fist.
Bang.
He suddenly felt his eyes dark, and a strong dizziness caused him to lose his balance and fell to the ground completely.
He lay on the ground with two breaths, which slowed down. After the vision gradually became clear, Founder saw Fang Yuan's two feet, standing in front of himself.
He suddenly understood how ugly he was. He lay on the ground like a dog, while Fang Yuan stood high, overlooking himself.
"Hate!" Founder was so angry that he wanted to get up.
Under the eyes, Fang Yuan raised his right foot and stepped down.
Bang.
Fang Zheng's head was trampled down by Fang Yuan, hitting the ring like a stone ball, making a loud noise.
"Hate!" Founder was furious and wanted to get up again.
Fang Yuan looked coldly and stepped again.
Bang.
Fang Zheng's head struck violently on the platform, his scalp was punctured, and the blood flow continued.
"Abominable! Abominable!" Founder's steel teeth were about to bite, and the anger in his chest almost burned his whole body. He raised his head again, trying to stand up.
Bang.
Fang Yuan stepped down for the third time, this time stepping directly on his head, without loose feet. The huge force was pressed down, squeezing the square cheek against the ring.
Fang Zheng's face is about to deform. He panted heavily and couldn't help. He felt as if a boulder was under his head, and he could not stand still no matter how he struggled.
"By the way, why did I forget that there is still moonlight!" In the desperate situation, when Founder Lingguang moved, he suddenly thought of moonlight.
The moon suddenly flashed in his right palm.
But how could Fang Yuan be unaware?
With a soft bang, he fired a moon blade in the center of the right palm.
Ah!
Fang Zheng suddenly made a terrible sigh, and the pain came, making his body tremble like an electric shock.
His palm was almost penetrated by Fang Yuan, exposing pale bones. The moonlight in the palm of the palm was also hit hard and was on the verge of death!
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