Twelve raised his breath to the extreme, wisps of cyan flames covered his fists, and his whole body was like a heavy hammer. When punching, the breath flows like a rushing river, and the river crashes against the waves, rolling up thousands of piles of snow. But when he really punched out, this offensive that could have destroyed the withering and decaying mountain peaks, but it didn't hurt when it hit Congcong's body.

A punch was delivered, and Twelve dodged back. The brute beast's eyes widened, what was the matter with this tickling fist? But is this punch just a cover?

"Speaking of the method of whirling with breath, how can your little projectile qi hurt this desolate beast. "Black Mist. Generally speaking, the rotation of the breath will inevitably lead to damage to the meridians, but the so-called not breaking or standing, and the damage to the meridians is only the beginning.

"Shut up, I won't try the trick of injuring the enemy by 800 and injuring 1,000 myself!" Twelve said, this method is really sensational, the black mist cuts off his path to the stars, and also destroys the flow of qi in his body?

"Then you're in for a treat. "With that, Black Mist leads by example, condensing Twelve's breath in Twelve's right hand. The popping sensation reappeared, and Twelve's right hand swelled and ached hot.

"Stop me!" Twelve cut off the input of breath, but it was too late, and the black mist didn't know what method he used to make the breath in Twelve's right hand actually operate on its own in the meridians of his right hand, and it became a week, and it became more and more numerous! Twelve was surprised at the same time in pain. There is still such a method in the world, after the breath in the body is separated from the sea of qi, it operates on its own in a certain joint, and it can continuously emit qi. Finally, the black mist punched out.

Twelve felt as if a cosmic galaxy was born in his right fist, and a grand and vast fist intent burst out. I heard a "boom" on the ground, and the ice shattered, and a huge crack was drawn from the ice road.

Everyone's eyes widened, how could this be possible, the twelve obviously failed to attract stars. How could there be such strength.

Twelve looked at the long ravine on the ground and fell into deep thought. Could it be that Black Mist didn't lie to him, was there really a cultivation method that suited him?

"You can't have this climate in a short period of time, don't think too much, you have to take it one step at a time. Black Mist swung a punch with the hands of the Twelve, dripping with joy. Everyone else thought it was twelve punches and was impressed by it.

Fu Wushuang gasped after watching it, and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"Has the cultivation of the twelve in the body reached the pinnacle?"

Hearing this, Twelve knew that Fu Wushuang thought that this punch was made by him, but fortunately, he pushed the boat along the water.

"It's a little bit off. Twelve, he shook his left hand, and this punch would be good if it had been made with his left hand.

"Little baby, you also give it a try, make sure you can open the door to a new world. The black fog instigated again.

At this moment, Twelve was a little moved. He looked at the brute that had just risen from the pit and was eager to try. But the beast was drowsy, its eyes dodging, and the six eagle heads hid back one by one. The giant beast that is hundreds of feet tall, don't say that there are a few of them, even if the master of the Fu family comes, he can't eat much sweetness.

Black Mist waved his fist at the slave with his right hand, provocatively, and let it come and be beaten. From the cong shook a few heads, just now it was a little light, two punches in a row, one light and one heavy, so that it forgot to defend. If it fights again now, it may not necessarily lose. Flames covered its entire body, and the wound healed quickly.

Twelve-headed, do you really want to try this kind of suicidal method? Regardless of the probability of success, who would be idle enough to let the breath flow backwards? In the end, Twelve decided to try, because the swelling sensation in his right hand disappeared naturally after he threw that punch, which made his resistance to this method waver.

Twelve used the black mist to teach him a mantra to disturb his breath, and then began to hover freely in the meridians. These points are easier said than done. Twelve endured the severe pain while finding a feeling, and finally managed to gather some more breath in his left hand.

"Reluctantly, you can try, this punch must have a different feeling. "Black Mist. Not far from Cong Standing, the first two of the eight elephant legs are constantly stepping on the earth, ready to go.

Twelve felt that his left hand was several times larger at this moment, and there was a strange feeling of inflation, the nerves on the skin of his fist were paralyzed, and there was a layer of slimy saliva on his hand after it had solidified. At this moment, although the fist has a strange discomfort, he can still feel the breath spreading in it, like a hidden dragon trapped in the abyss. Physical pain aside, it's a great way to boost your strength for a short time.

The twelve are like lightning, and they go straight to follow. From seeing Twelve's attack, the other party's punch had palpitations, and at this time he opened his mouth and spewed flames. The black mist summoned the broken sword, slashed at will, and slashed a path in the flames. "Twelve, don't hesitate to punch boldly. "Black Mist.

Perhaps it was the reason why the black mist was supervising the battle on the sidelines, so that Twelve had no fear at all, his fist intent was unmatched, and he only wanted to destroy everything. A punch to the flesh, a "bang", will be from the body of the flames to dispel a few points.

Twelve gasped for breath, and also tried his best, the first punch was like a tickle, but this punch hurt a little. Twelve looked at his left hand, which was still as white as jade, but there was a feeling of tearing inside. Twelve thought to himself that this method could not be used frequently, that repairing the meridians was time-consuming and laborious, and that if a crack was left, the damage would be permanent. He looked at his right hand and found that even though the black mist had used too much aura to condense, his right hand had a feeling of exploding, but it was intact after a punch was thrown.

"Is there any method you didn't tell me?" Twelve asked the black mist, the method of the breath swirling in the limbs, the method of the continuous generation of the breath in the limbs, he didn't know anything, even the breath reversed, it was just a blunt disruption of the flow of the breath, and then reversed. There is nothing surprising about it.

"It's all said that you have to take one step at a time. If you tell you the method directly, you completely rely on it, why not let you take the path of attracting stars and wield the mysteries of heaven and earth?" If you tell him that the starry sky is beautiful, he will take it as a dream, and if he arrives in his life, it may be regarded as a dream to realize the fulfillment of life. But that's not the path of heroes, all the beautiful stars are just roadside scenery, you can love it, but you can't stay there. This is the way of the twelve.