However, Zhang Xiaofan's giant lava fist just made him feel at a loss. Just a little spark made him feel heartbroken.
"Oh? You seem very surprised about that
However, at the moment of sabayu's heart shaking, a voice of indifference came from behind him.
"Ah
Hearing this, saibayu turned around in astonishment, and saw Zhang Xiaofan's banter smile in front of him, a pair of fists with red lava is also a little bit, a little bit in his pupil.
"Bang --!"
Zhang Xiaofan's blow was too fierce, too fierce. The air was shaking, and his real Qi was surging. From the beginning to the end, saibayu had no chance to escape. He had to fight with his head.
Saibayu raised his fist, and the "fist strength" in the secret art of ancient Thai Boxing suddenly burst out on his fist.
Just listen, a dull sound resounds through the sky, where the two men's fists are hard to shake, the sound of cracking is endless. Taking them as the center, they continue to spread around, and the peaks on one side are cut off by them, and they fly directly into the air.
Saibayu snorted, and the sole of his foot made a mark of air waves in the middle of the air. He went back five or sixty feet again.
On the contrary, Zhang Xiaofan is still standing in the same place as before, just like a person who has nothing to do.
See saibayu steady body, Zhang Xiaofan mouth up, again deceive the body.
"This man..."
"This man is absolutely a monster, he is absolutely a monster!"
At the moment, Sabah Yu's heart is constantly shouting and roaring. It is not a young man who has just completed the weak crown who is fighting with him.
More accurately, he is not even a person, but an ancient fierce beast that chooses people to eat!
Zhang Xiaofan's Lava fists, like a storm, began to pour down toward saibayu. Each fist made saibayu take it with a stiff head. But every time he took the next fist, his body shape would fall back more than ten feet uncontrollably.
But for this, Zhang Xiaofan did not mean to stop at all. Instead, he bit saibayu like a maggot of tarsal bone, which made him unable to get away from him. He chased him hard and gave him no breathing opportunity at all.
One punch after another, continuous, without a moment of interruption!
The elders, Dharma protectors and disciples of the holy boxing sect were shocked to see that in their minds, the leader of sabayu, the most powerful successor of the ancient Taiquan secret method, was just like the God. He was a high-level and half step practitioner.
Such a strong man would one day be like a lost dog. What Zhang Xiaofan forced him to do was run away in mid air. He was very embarrassed.
Every time sabayu takes Zhang Xiaofan's Lava fist, he can obviously feel the blood in his body being shocked by Zhang Xiaofan's domineering and fierce power, which makes his heart even more depressed.
In the close to hand combat with Zhang Xiaofan, whether saibayu uses combination fist, elbow or knee, Zhang Xiaofan uses the same tactics to fight him with colo