Volume 1: Wild Beasts, Changes Begin Chapter 32: Life and death, breaking through
As the sun rises high in the sky, the mountains and forests are illuminated clearly, the green becomes greener and the red becomes redder. However, the clouds and mists under the cliff never dissipate all year round, blown by the mountain wind and rolling near the edge of the cliff.
When Fang Yunhan felt the dampness behind him as he retreated step by step, he knew he could not retreat any further.
But he didn't want to retreat, but Fan Changan forced him to retreat at this time.
The Nine Yin Divine Claws combined with the Soul Transferring Technique were not enough. When Fang Yunhan was only five steps away from the edge of the cliff, Fan Changan suddenly waved his sleeves and his body began to spin like a top.
The dancing brocade robe was split into nine pieces in full view of everyone, as if nine figures wearing the same robe were spiraling in.
At this moment, the air currents around were extremely turbulent and collided with each other. Not only was Fang Yunhan unable to distinguish which was real and which was fake, even his hearing was ineffective in the turbulence.
Before Fan Changan actually attacked, the strong wind created by the nine figures together was like an invisible wall, pushing towards Fang Yunhan.
Nine spiral shadows, with the energy following them, there is nowhere to escape wherever the wind blows.
In the Nine Yin Scriptures, the ultimate use of close combat movement skills, the body is covered with strong energy, and the opponent can be strangled between spirals. It is a combination of offense and defense, and can almost surpass all the martial arts masters of all walks of life.
The swirling clouds and mist between the cliffs were blown out into a straight gap by a sudden gust of wind from the cliff.
Fang Yunhan's face was shaking constantly due to the wind , his feet were weak and almost off the ground, and the surrounding pebbles, broken grass leaves, and even the blood splashing from afar were all swept up by the Nine Shadows Wind, like a storm and waves that were about to swallow up a lonely boat.
All kinds of people and things flew away from Fang Yunhan and fell into the clouds on the cliff.
The sweat on Fang Yunhan's forehead was blown dry as soon as it seeped out of his pores. His ears and armpits were blown cold. Although he was still punching, it was as if he had hit a rotating iron pillar. All his strength was directed elsewhere and he was unable to stop the opponent from approaching.
He felt as if the world in front and behind him was divided into two. In front of him was overwhelming killing, a torrent of crushing people to pieces, endless noise, and no place to stay. Behind him was quiet and empty, and the silence of having let go of everything.
These two worlds are only one step and one strike away from each other.
Nine figures had gathered within his reach, but when he punched out with his fists, whether it was a chop, a sweep or a direct attack, he could not hit any specific object. The strong wind could only pull his arms, further disrupting his balance.
Fang Yunhan's left foot involuntarily took another step back, and when he took this step, his heel stepped into empty space.
At this moment, nine spiral figures stretched out their claws at the same time.
Fang Yunhan's center of gravity moved backwards, and the small piece of stone that his left foot was stepping on began to loosen. The crackling sound was transmitted through his body, reflecting the dangerous situation most directly to his brain.
Refund?
Advancing means death, retreating also means death.
Young people in the world are like eagles and tigers. They will only fight against the wind and rain and die, and never hide in the dust and decay.
Fang Yunhan felt a surge of anger in his heart that he couldn't help but release, and the Du meridian, which controls his qi, suddenly shook. The choice between life and death made his heart beat wildly, and his blood accelerated, and the Ren meridian, which controls his blood, responded to it.
With the Ren and Du meridians open, all eight meridians are open, and every part of his limbs and bones is full of strength. Fang Yunhan's eyes are focused with spirit, as if two small lights reside in them. His body, which was about to fall backwards, is forced forward with all his might. He presses his left hand on his chest and swings his right arm out with the greatest amplitude.
This punch seemed to gather all the mass of Fang Yunhan's body, creating the heaviest and sharpest fist, which stabbed into the sky and changed the world!
The turbulent air flow formed by the nine spiral shadows instantly dissipated after being penetrated by the punch, turning into a harmless gust of wind.
It was as if dozens of strips of cloth, forming the most intricate knot, were directly broken by a blow that hit the bull's eye, and the knot undid itself.
The other eight figures wrapped in the strong wind also quickly faded and disappeared.
The fist hit Fan Changan's Nine Yin Divine Claw right on the target. Fan Changan felt that the internal force transmitted by the opponent in this fight was like a refined steel pestle, which almost broke his meridians. His body retreated more than ten steps before stopping.
The circle of air waves generated by the collision of fists and claws showed a clearer trajectory against the backdrop of clouds and mist on the cliff, like half a ripple on the water surface.
After Fang Yunhan threw this punch, his body was about to move backwards, but he immediately turned his body over, used rotation to eliminate inertia, and turned upside down with his hands piercing the ground. After offsetting most of the inertial potential energy, he bent his arms and flipped his body over again, landing on the ground with his feet.
The faint light in his eyes, like a lamp, seemed particularly dazzling when he looked up again.
That was his consistent belief.
What are his beliefs?
After going through the experience of life and death and figuring it out, it becomes very simple.
If it weren't for the fact that he knew he had a terminal illness in this life, and had suffered from the illness for six years, he would have been submissive and wanted to accept his fate and die in his own house.
But it was in the previous life, in that previous life that seems somewhat distant, when I grew up in an era of rapid technological development. When I was a child, I could see the distant sky. When I grew up, I could rely on the convenience of tools to travel across mountains and rivers, up to the sky and into the sea, and explore the past and the present.
Perhaps after the age of 30, this desire to explore will be accompanied by more attachment and yearning for home, and part of the fighting spirit will be transformed into a struggle for a stable and beautiful life.
But he didn't live to be thirty in his previous life.
He is only eighteen in this life.
Looking back on my life, it can be summed up in one word - break through!
With a snort of laughter, Fang Yunhan shook off the blood and mud on his hands, tensed his arm muscles to stop the bleeding from the wound, and waved to Fan Changan.
"Hey, come again!"
Fan Changan raised his eyelids. He could sense a huge change that had taken place in this young man.
To be honest, this change is very un-martial.
Fan Chang'an was also well-informed. He had practiced advanced martial arts such as the Nine Yin Scriptures. More than half of the masters under his command were defeated by him, and there were even more who died at his hands.
Therefore, he knew very well that the martial arts of each school, whether it was internal strength or technical moves, required years of training, and he had never heard of a sudden enlightenment in the mind leading to a sudden improvement in martial arts skills.
But compared to common sense, Fan Changan trusts his own feelings more.
If the boy opposite was just an elephant that could be teased, now this elephant has wings. It would be a huge challenge to kill him.
So, Fan Changan adjusted his breathing, suppressed the anger that might interfere with his performance, made his murderous intent more determined, and his thinking clearer.
Fang Yunhan looked at the bulging clothes on the opponent's body and fell down. When he was about to make another move, he suddenly smiled, opened his arms, and fell backwards.
As he turned over, he fell directly off the cliff and disappeared in the mist.
Fan Chang'an, who was flying over, was completely unprepared for the other party's reaction. Fortunately, he eliminated the interference of anger at this time, and his moves were in line with the Taoist principles. He had to have some room for maneuver and easily stopped at the edge of the cliff without falling down.
However, the inertia of the forward rush still caused Fan Changan's upper body to sway off the cliff.
In this fleeting moment, in the clouds below the cliff, a leg was raised to the sky, hooked onto the cliff, and with a kick and a sweep, Fan Changan lost his balance and fell towards the cliff unexpectedly.
