Applause rang out, and Wang Zhixuan, wearing a knee-length windbreaker, pushed open the villa door and walked in:

"Your progress is much faster than I thought, and the dark energy is penetrated through your back. Is it the reason why Juechen guided him on Wudang Mountain last time?"

Wang Zhixuan came trampling on the snow, and she still had sunglasses on her face that were enough to cover half of her face.

"Dr. Wang has been watching for a long time."

An Qisheng seemed not curious about her arrival. He glanced at her and asked:

"Can you give me some advice?"

"You punched well."

Wang Zhixuan stopped far away and nodded slightly after hearing this:

"But it's just playing well."

"What's the solution?"

An Qisheng lowered his eyebrows and eyes.

In the past few months, it was the fastest time for him to improve. The hidden power not only penetrated his limbs, but also refined his waist and back.

Wang Zhixuan has good eyesight, and it can be seen from his set of boxing techniques that he has made his progress at this time.

"Your boxing is so craftsmanship. Although it is unexpectedly perfect, it is only that."

Wang Zhixuan put his hands in his pockets of the coat, and his expression was calm:

"No God!"

"god......"

An Qisheng raised his head.

"Kung Fu, from ancient times to the present, has only its purpose, that is, to kill people! Everything else is empty!"

Wang Zhixuan slowly pulled out her hands.

In the heavy snow, her palms were almost as white as snow.

Under An Qisheng's gaze, her slender five fingers hanging beside her slowly rose like a knife:

"You're ready!"

boom!

An Qisheng's pupils shrank.

Wang Zhixuan, who had been driving at least twenty meters away from him, stepped out in one step, and the snow in the yard was shaken by the rushing windbreaker.

Bang!

As the air flow roared, Wang Zhixuan raised his arm like a gun, his fingertips were like a knife, and he stepped out in one step, and his drooping arm came from bottom to top, from top to bottom.

Just like an ancient famous general who slashed his horse and dragged his sword, his momentum was extremely tragic!

Immediately, An Qisheng felt a cold neck, and there seemed to be a strong smell of blood in his mouth and nose.

scare!

His body shook, and his feet stomped, which made the back of his head hurt.

In a moment, he slanted his body and turned half of his body behind him.

At the same time, the shoulders were lowered, and the strength was integrated, and it suddenly hit and left!

Baji, Tieshan Bud!

Wang Zhixuan's move was too fierce, which aroused An Qi's subconscious counterattack.

call!

He took a step forward and pointed at Wang Zhixuan, who was slashing under a knife. Seeing An Qisheng's powerful and powerful iron mountain back, he just smiled faintly.

The cut-off knife suddenly retracted, spread his five fingers open, and pressed it down, pressing it on An Qisheng's shoulder that was hit like a hammer.

Bang!

The airflow shook, and the snow within a few meters of their bodies suddenly rose high.

Click!

The stone slab broke, An Qisheng took two steps back, and his shoulder seemed to be burned by a soldering iron, burning fire.

"You use your boxing posture so accurately."

Wang Zhixuan took a step back quietly, a little surprised:

"However, you have no spirit in your fist, like a painting dragon without eyes, and you can't practice it anymore, and you can't practice it any more."

"Does the so-called God refer to emotions, thoughts, or what?"

An Qisheng rubbed his shoulders.

"It's emotions, it's also belief, and more, it should be a brand."

Wang Zhixuan inserted his hand back into his pocket and said with a smile:
Chapter completed!