The reason why he made an appointment with Pang Wanyang was because he had only this only chance.

But once I see this, I may not be able to make much stronger. The bottleneck is the bottleneck. If I can’t get through for a long time, I may not get through for three hundred years!”

Yan Kuangtu smiled faintly:

"It would rather seek defeat or die. Yan's great man would survive?"

"Pang Wanyang's divine intention was coming from his body that day. In fact, one move was not finished, but the body of the sheep and snake could not carry all the essence of his move..."

Upon hearing this, An Qisheng didn't say much and said:

"If Brother Yan fights him, his chances of winning will not exceed 30%.

"Thirty percent?"

Hearing this, Yan Kuangtu was not annoyed and nodded:

"In my opinion, it's more than 30%. However, it's still necessary to know about fighting."

"This is a good word."

An Qisheng sat cross-legged but slowly raised his arm:

"This punch was Pang Wanyang's punch at that time. Unfortunately, this punch doesn't fit my heart. It's almost 70% or 80% of the punch..."

Huh ~

As the words floated, An Qisheng slowly clenched his fist and punched it out.

It is empty and vague, like the starry sky, the sky, and like a meteor falling. It seems slow, but in fact it is incredibly fast.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the punch was like a mountain falling down, rumbled and suppressed it.

"Um?"

The moment An Qisheng raised his arm, Yan Kuangtu felt a daze in his heart, as if he felt that the person in front of him was no longer the Taoist of King Quan, but Pang Wanyang, who had been invincible on the Six Prisons Holy Mountain for decades.

"Good punch!"

Yan Kuang Tzu casually thrust, and the young man exclaimed in surprise, but he had been thrown into the air far away.

At the same time, a long roar like an eagle crying and ape roaring through the sky.

It's just ten feet, just a blink of an eye.

How fast is An Qisheng's punch?

While Yan Kuang Tsuke pushed away the boy, he was already about a hammock away from Yan Kuang Tsuke.

Just a moment, that layer of protective energy had been penetrated by the fist print.

And at this time, it was the time when Yan Kuang Tu let out a long roar.

Facing the rumbled punch, he thrust his arm and threw out a strange angle, which actually met the punch!

boom!

The two punches were retracted at the same time, without any real collision, but the airflow in the entire courtyard was blown up and the tornado was like a tornado.

Huh ~

An Qisheng sat still, the air flow was withdrawn, and one punch spontaneously reached the end, and it was only a moment.

Yan Kuangzhe stood still, closing his eyes slightly, as if he was experiencing it.

It was not until the boy who was screaming that he opened his eyes and reached out to catch the boy.

He looked at An Qisheng, and the divine light was erect:

"70%?"

An Qisheng shook his head: "70% of the punch has not been completed."

Yan Kuangtu raised his eyebrows and smiled:

"You can still touch it!"

An Qisheng smiled but said nothing, and closed his eyes slightly, and his five hearts were facing the sky.

Rumble!
Chapter completed!