Work from the bottom up and overcome all limitations.

Oneness!

A thousand-mile journey south!

When his understanding reaches the level of transformation, he no longer sticks to fixed moves. What's more, Han Dong has realized that heaven and earth are one, and there is no need to refer to any state of exertion.

Every move can be unified.

The emotions are intense and the palm wind cuts.

Click!

The right palm that split the air and shredded the dust immediately shattered the shining jade seal, and directly grabbed Jiang Fengxuan's shoulder through the stagnant air waves in the air.

"How is that possible?"

Jiang Fengxuan's expression changed wildly, and his expression froze.

"I've caught you!" Han Dong said coldly, followed closely with his left arm, grabbed Jiang Fengxuan's shoulders tightly, and violently threw him downwards four or five times.

Peng.

He released his palms and raised his right fist high.

Good people can be bullied by others. Master's teachings are correct... one should still be more violent as a person, such as the inexplicable unparalleled Jiang Fengxuan in front of him.

"impossible!"

Jiang Fengxuan still couldn't believe it and murmured.

This shouldn't be the case.

He was born in a large martial arts sect, the Shengquan Sect, and he prided himself on being noble to the point of nobility. How could he be defeated here?

But Jiang Fengxuan, whose body was almost paralyzed and whose internal strength was somewhat disordered, could only watch helplessly as the blood-red right fist fell high with the rain falling, shattering all his domineering spirit and unreasonable arrogance.

"matchless?"

"I am no longer." Han Dong's black and white eyes, which contained the ruthless sea, groaned secretly.

Shocking.

The whole place was silent and silent!

"Jiang Fengxuan, a disciple of the Shengquan Sect, lost?" The disciple of the Tieyang Sect opened his mouth and ate a mouthful of dust and mud, not knowing what to make of his expression.

"hiss!"

Many martial arts geniuses also took a breath: "Such a tyrannical Han Dong is definitely not only ranked ninth in Qianlong, he may be ranked fifth."

The top four is unlikely.

But Qianlong Fifth is terrifying enough.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Keng's three staggering punches looked down at the audience, and they all landed on the chest and shoulders of the peerless Jiang Fengxuan, almost breaking up his muscles, bones and meridians.

The next moment.

The right palm covered with vicissitudes of life penetrated hundreds of meters and gently pressed on Han Dong's right shoulder: "That's enough."

"Who are you?" Han Dong stopped his right fist.
Chapter completed!