Mortal Bones

After hearing this name, Fan Qi on the stage, who had been concentrating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, as if he was a little surprised.

At this moment, a very burly man jumped up from the bottom of the stage with a "bang".

"Fan Qi, old thief, do you still remember my grandfather Fan Sheng!"

Fan Zhong roared as soon as he got on the stage.

"How is your grandfather recently?"

Fan Qi turned his head and looked at Fan Zhong.

"My grandfather died six years ago. Before he died, he only said one sentence to me. Do you want to know?"

Fan Zhong sneered and looked at Fan Qi.

"Which sentence?"

Fan Qi asked coldly.

"Descendants of the Fan family, one day, send Fan Qi's head to my grave. Generations, never forget it!"

Fan Zhong snorted coldly.

Hearing this, Fan Qi sneered.

The laughter was as cold as the wind blowing from the north.

"No wonder there are always people from the Fan family who come to me to seek death in recent years."

Fan Qi said as he took off his mask and said:

"Since the Fan family has come, I will not wear the mask today."

The face under the mask was ordinary, but apart from a few wrinkles and the white hair, he did not look very old.

"Today, I will send you to reunite with your grandfather."

Fan Qi said as he set up a boxing stance, and then stared at Fan Zhong with cold and cruel eyes.

"It is not certain who will live and who will die!"

Fan Zhong snorted coldly.

Then a strong energy of internal force suddenly rose around him, and then he stepped forward and punched Fan Qi.

But Fan Qi seemed to have seen through Fan Zhong's punching style. When Fan Zhong's fist was about to hit his face, he suddenly dodged sideways, and at the same time, the fist that had been prepared for a long time hit Fan Zhong's lower abdomen heavily.

With a "bang", Fan Zhong's tall body suddenly flew backwards, and the leather armor on his back cracked with a "sizzle".

But at the moment when Fan Zhong's body flew backwards, the aura around him suddenly exploded with a "bang".

In just a moment, Fan Zhong's aura suddenly surged.

Then he saw his body suddenly twisted in the air, and his thick long legs, like a big knife, "chopped" down heavily at Fan Qi.

"Bang!"

Although Fan Qi still raised his arms to block at the critical moment, Fan Zhong's leg was so powerful that Fan Qi retreated several steps.

And Fan Zhong's offensive did not stop there. The aura around him exploded again with a "bang", and the speed and strength of his body suddenly rose again.

Fan Zhong, who was as powerful as the wind, swept his leg towards Fan Qi with another "bang".

"Bang!"

Fan Qi was unable to dodge and was hit hard in the abdomen by the kick, and retreated a few steps.

However, when Fan Zhong was about to kick out the third kick, Fan Qi suddenly took a step forward, and then suddenly slapped Fan Zhong's leg with a palm.

At the moment of this palm slap, the energy around his palm suddenly condensed into a huge palm shadow. Then it hit Fan Zhong's thigh heavily.

"Bang!"

Amidst a huge air explosion, Fan Zhong's leg "cracked" and was directly broken by Fan Qi's palm.

With just one palm, Fan Zhong's offensive that he had accumulated with great difficulty was resolved by Fan Qi.

However, Fan Zhong was not discouraged, but took advantage of the recoil force to retreat to the edge of the ring, then supported himself on one foot, and used the other hand to use the internal force to move the palm as a knife, directly cutting off the broken leg.

"You actually learned the explosive point skill?"

Fan Qi did not chase Fan Zhong immediately, but looked at Fan Zhong with a little appreciation.

"Unexpected?"

Fan Zhong grinned.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped his broken leg, sealing the acupuncture points on it and stopping the blood from flowing out.

"Next, I'm going to explode the third acupuncture point. Are you ready, old thief?"

As Fan Zhong spoke, he put his index finger and middle finger together and raised them, then roared:

"Qingming!"

As soon as the voice fell, the Qingming acupuncture point on his left eye suddenly exploded, bursting his eye socket and eyeball together.

At the same time, the aura around him surged again.

"Boom!"

Fan Zhong, who was supporting himself on one leg, suddenly jumped up and punched Fan Qi.

Fan Qi did not block this time, but waved his palm to meet the attack. For a while, palm shadows and fist shadows flew on the field.

Everyone did not expect that Fan Zhong could actually fight Fan Qi.

"Exploding acupuncture points, using the method of self-destruction of acupuncture points to improve the power, but after using it, it is either death or disability."

Just as Xu Taiping was wondering what kind of skill Fan Zhong was using to improve his power at this time, Huang Que suddenly came to his side.

Xu Taiping was not surprised that Huang Que could appear here.

The two nodded to each other, and then Huang Que said:

"After the Qingming acupoint explodes, the vision of the other eye of the warrior will be greatly improved, and he can easily see through the opponent's moves. Otherwise, with Fan Zhong's skill, he can't take Fan Qi's three palms at all."

"Fellow Daoist Huang Que, how much can this explosion skill increase the power at most?"

Xu Taiping asked with some curiosity.

"After all seven life points explode, the skill should be able to temporarily increase to above the martial arts master. The specific amount depends on personal talent, but after all seven points explode, the person who performs this method will not survive more than ten breaths."

Huang Que sighed.

"This Fan Zhong is risking his life to fight Fan Qi."

While he said this, he stood beside Xu Taiping and looked back at the ring in front of him.

"Bang!"

At this moment, Fan Zhong's palm knife chopped Fan Qi's waist and abdomen fiercely, forcing Fan Qi to step back several steps.

"Bang!"

Without waiting for Fan Qi to stand still, Fan Zhong kicked the ground with one leg again, and the palm knife on his right palm gathered internal force and ignited flames, and chopped towards Fan Qi's neck with a "swish".

This palm knife was swift and fierce, and it condensed a huge amount of internal force, which frightened the audience. They thought that even if Fan Qi didn't die, he should at least be injured.

But at that critical moment, Fan Qi's head suddenly tilted back, and he dodged Fan Zhong's hand knife with great accuracy, and then his strong and powerful thigh suddenly kicked upwards and kicked Fan Zhong's lower abdomen heavily.

With a loud "bang", Fan Zhong's burly body was kicked off the ring.

At the moment when Fan Zhong was about to fall to the ground, Fan Qi made a "click" sound and clenched his right fist.

He punched Fan Zhong who was falling from the air.

"Bang!"

Amidst the loud tremor, Fan Zhong's body was hit by the punch and a cloud of blood was blown out, and then flew out of the ring like a straight line.

Finally, it fell to the ground with a "bang".

This was Fan Qi's first punch.

It was just this simple punch, and the murderous intent was like a dark cloud, covering this huge courtyard.

From a distance, Fan Qi on the ring was like a killing god, giving people a terrifying and oppressive feeling that made people's hearts palpitate.