A punch in the night cream?

Yang Han's eyes narrowed, looking at the night frost with a wistful attitude, and he couldn't help licking the corners of his mouth.

What is the night frost's mind, how could Yang Han not know.

However, Ye Shuang is also very smart, and his use of the terrifying truth of human words has also pushed Yang Han to a position where it is difficult to ride a tiger. If Yang Han escaped the night frost's punch, he would naturally be able to protect himself, but all his previous efforts would be in vain.

Night Frost's punch, Yang Han couldn't avoid it.

And he didn't want to choose to hide.

Night frost wants to fight, Yang Han fights with him!

"Boom!"

Yang Han took a step, and the extremely hard battle platform began to tremble. The soles of his feet stomped fiercely on the final arena at the same time, making a loud noise like thunder.

Click!

Click!

Click!

There was a dense burst of crackling sound from the final battle table.

The soles of Yang Han's feet actually stepped deep into the incomparably hard floor tiles of the decisive battle platform, and the cracks around him were like spider webs one after another. Then Yang Han glanced at Night Frost, and slowly stretched out a hand, the back of his hand was facing the ground, his palm was facing the sky, and his four fingers moved side by side towards Night Frost twice.

Doesn't Night Frost want to fight?

And he stood still.

Come on!

Yang Han's beckoning is both a declaration of war and a provocation. Between him and the night frost, there is no need to say more, everything is silent.

Yeshuang sneered, stepped forward, and rushed to the decisive stage in one fell swoop.

At first, he was worried that Yang Han would run away, but now it seems that his previous worries were simply superfluous. Because Yang Han's arrogance is no longer incomparable.

It's a pity that the arrogance of a person who has no strength will have to pay a heavy price after all.

"Madness, Lion, Flame, Fist!"

Nightfrost roared, like a truly angry mad lion, and rushed savagely.

Night Frost didn't hesitate, and even used a trace of strength to eat, and directly hit his strongest punch - the Wild Lion Flame Fist!

A scorching wave of heat surged, and even the surrounding void was twisted under the flaming fist of the lion of Night Frost.

Not only that, but there was also a furious lion head condensed and formed on the flesh fist of Night Frost, and the fury momentum burned like a flame, and let out bursts of angry roars, killing Yang Han.

Lion Flame Fist - Flame Lion!

"Five! step! fist!"

There was only a coldness in Yang Han's eyes, and it was a fearless look.

He took a deep breath against the scorching and furious fist wind of the night frost, and his entire spine bent into a large bow, as if under endless pressure.

Suddenly, the bow opened.

The surging power erupted like a volcano.

Smack!

It's overwhelming!

A force beyond Yang Han's own limit erupted, making his physical body unbearable, and let out bursts of explosions.

Snort!

In the dantian and meridians, one after another true qi boiled, and a magical transformation occurred without a teacher, through the meridians on the arm, one by one it shot towards Yang Han's fist.

The sudden change in the true qi in his body made Yang Han's fist seem to become several times larger.

In fact, this is not the case, if you look closely, you will find that Yang Han's fist flashed with a faint film light. The thin film light is not invisible, but tangible, like an enlarged version of Yang Han's fist. The thin film light formed a larger fist on its own, wrapping Yang Han's true flesh fist inside.

The faint light, like a fist bubble, seems to be extremely fragile, but it exudes an extremely sharp aura.

Punch!

Nightfrost's pair of pupils contracted violently.

He couldn't believe what he had seen with his own eyes, Yang Han had comprehended his fist in such a bad situation. Even Yang Han was able to comprehend the fist, and there was also a credit for the night frost. If it weren't for the pressure caused by the night frost on Yang Han, Yang Han wouldn't have been able to comprehend it at all.

The two fists were already close at hand, and there was no time for Nightfrost to be surprised. The first thing that collided together was not the flesh and blood fists of Yang Han and Night Frost, but the alien light that covered the fists of the two.

On Nightfrost's fist is the Flame Lion.

Yang Han's fist was a sharp fist.

The Flame Lion collides with a sharp fist.

Whew—

The void was like the mournful cry of a mad lion.

As soon as they collided, a flaming lion condensed from the Fierce Lion Flame Fist on the Night Frost Fist was like winter snow meeting summer sun, and it only had time to scream before it came to naught in an instant.

Yang Han's fist was brave and refined, killing at Night Frost's fist.

Poof!poof!poof!poof!poof!

The remaining sharp aura on Yang Han's fist erupted under the obstacle. As soon as Night Frost's fist met his fist, it instantly burst out one after another of brilliant blood flowers, and the terrifying wounds were even more visible to the white bones.

"Ah, Yang Han, you are looking for death!"

Pain!

Heart-wrenching!

Night Frost roared, and the true qi in his body boiled and gushed out.

Yang Han's sharp fist finally showed a hint of weakness after destroying the Flame Lion and severely smashing Night Frost's fist.

Kiss!

The sharp fist was slaughtered by the true qi of the night frost, like a bubble bursting out.

Annihilation of the Lion!

The fist is gone!

At this moment, only one flesh fist collided with the other.

"Peng!"

A wave of qi visible to the naked eye centered on the point where Yang Han and Night Frost's flesh fists collided, and shot out in all directions.

The power of Night Frost's punch was terrifying, surpassing Yang Han by several times. Even if Yang Han exerted his strength beyond his own limit, in terms of strength, Yang Han still couldn't fight the night frost.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Under the night frost's punch, Yang Han retreated seven big steps in a row.

Seven steps out, the decisive platform trembled seven times.

Seven steps out, Yang Han's soles of his feet deeply trampled into the floor tiles of the decisive battle platform seven times. The incomparably hard floor tiles, like flour at the moment, burst one after another under the trampling of powerful and violent force. Seven thunderous noises came one after another, shaking the hearts of everyone around the decisive battle platform.

What is a strong person?

Trampling on ants is not strong.

The stronger the fighter, the stronger.

At the end of seven steps, the young man's figure did not move like a mountain.

Yang Han stood still and slowly lowered his fist-clenched arm.

He licked the corners of his mouth and looked at Night Frost, whose face was blue, and a bright and dazzling light shot out of his eyes.

That's a kind of confidence.

Yang Han grinned and said word by word: "Last time, in the Mingyue Tower, you couldn't suppress me. This time, on the decisive stage, you can't defeat me. Night Frost, keep your eyes open and watch carefully! Wait! Next time, I will end your martial arts glory with my own hands. ”

Nightfrost's eyes twitched slightly.

To deal with Yang Han, one punch is not enough!

Who would have thought that Yang Han had just cultivated the "Five-Step Fist" to the realm of transcendence, and the name was engraved as the first martial arts monument. Today on the final stage, under his absolute fist power, he comprehended the boxing!

Punch!

It is equivalent to martial arts, but it is more difficult to comprehend than martial arts.

And Yang Han's fist is more domineering and incomparable than Night Frost's fist and martial arts, the Flame Madness Lion, and it is even more sharp.