Everyone thought that Yang Yichuan would disappear into the scorching sun like spring snow, but this scene did not appear for a long time!

They raised their heads one after another, and the golden fist had already skipped Yang Yichuan, as if it had hit, but it didn't have the effect of hitting!

"It's weird!"

"I can't read it anymore!"

The other party obviously didn't dodge, it should have been hit, but if he was hit, how could he still stand there well!

For a while, people didn't want to comment on this phenomenon.

Only the parties are clear.

Han Bo suddenly felt an inexplicable danger.

He was shocked, and he didn't see any weapons or moves from the other party.

"Huh? Cracked? ”

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he figured out why his moves didn't work for Yang Yichuan.

I thought that the fist had split in half when it was close to Yang Yichuan!

"No wonder ......"

He was able to separate his Gu Wu Fist! It seems that he did underestimate the other party before.

"Hehe, it's amazing to be able to separate my punch."

"But that's not your proud capital!"

Han Bo is still calm, what accidents has he not encountered? This little accident didn't even make waves in his heart.

The strong person who can solve all the problems is not called the strong, the strong is able to deal with changes without being surprised, and finally get what he wants to be considered a strong man, and only then can he be regarded as having a strong heart.

Han Bo thinks that he still has a strong heart, and what he has experienced over the years has gradually honed this mentality.

"It's still kind of interesting for you to be able to take me two punches."

"It's a big bug, and I'm going to need a little bit of force to crush it."

He is not panicked, and his strength is where his confidence lies.

He is confident that he can push the other party sideways, even if it is three Yang Yichuan, he can push all the way.

He came out of blood and fire.

Yang Yichuan said lightly: "Worm? Hehe...... You frogs in the well think that Kunpeng is a worm. ”

"No wonder you deserve to be destroyed."

"There's not much to say."

"I'm still the same sentence, I'll only use one finger to deal with you!"

This time, Yang Yichuan said that he would do it, flicked his fingers slightly, Han Bo's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly dodged to the side.

Because just now he did feel some kind of extreme danger!

But...... Nothing appeared!

Everyone stared at Yang Yichuan curiously, how could he flick his fingers make Han Bo's face change greatly!

Yang Yichuan looked at Han Bo coldly, "Hehe, don't be nervous, I'm just flicking the dust on my fingertips." ”

"I'll let you know when I make a move."

"It doesn't have to be this way."

"Because, you can't escape."

Yang Yichuan's words fell on Han Bo's ears, as if he was slapping his face fiercely!

He was actually teased by the other party!

The quick reaction on which he relied on his pride was now a rattan that whipped him.

He felt ashamed when he remembered what he had just done.

And this shame is washed away by Yang Yichuan's blood!

"Slut! You're damned! ”

Angry, Han Bo angry!

"Ancient Martial God Fist!"

I saw Han Bo's fist faintly glowing, and a fist bigger than a casserole appeared in front of him!

This time it's no longer golden, it's a quaint blue-gray!

A hint of antiquity emanates from it!

"Gu Wu Xuanquan!"

Han Bo roared, and the houses under the earthquake collapsed inch by inch, and those fragments seemed to be inexplicably attracted and drifted towards the sky!

The earth is peeling away, and rocks are constantly floating into the sky, and the speed is getting faster and larger!

The crowd had to get out of the way!

The previous move was like a child's fist compared to this fist.

What Han Bo is using now is the real ancient martial arts boxing method!

With ancient meaning, but also with martial energy!

He was also extremely reluctant!

It is a big move, able to kill the enemy, it seems that he does have a killing heart for Yang Yichuan.

Yang Yichuan's indifferent eyes also had more seriousness.

The wind hunted, and every time it blew away the clouds in the sky, the mysterious powerhouse also looked at the fist very seriously.

Yang Yichuan took a step forward.

"Punch you, kill you with a finger!"

He felt the power that had been lifted, and this was the first time he had used it.

Then the golden dragon that had been blown up came to his mind.

The fist technique slowly formed in his mind.

At the same time, Han Bo had already released that blue-yellow Ancient Martial Fist.

Huge and fast, locked Yang Yichuan!

Yang Yichuan didn't dodge, he withdrew his arm slightly, and clenched his fists, as if he was holding a divine dragon in his hand!

Qingguang Dasheng!

He threw a punch!

A black dragon roared out, like a god of the Nine Heavens..