Did the other party think that he could defeat him with fists and feet alone?

If so, he didn't mind teaching the other party a lesson.

"Good times will come after bad times!"

Han Feiyang suddenly shouted, and his fists turned into palms, and he suddenly punched out.

In an instant, the red light in his palms was bright, as hot as fire, and the surrounding air became sticky.

Even Wang Hao's fists became a little slower due to its influence.

"Hmm?"

Wang Hao frowned, knowing that something was wrong, and immediately crossed his fists to protect his chest, and the whole body of Qi condensed into a shield.

"Bang!"

Han Feiyang's palms hit Wang Hao's crossed arms firmly.

With a bang, Wang Hao's condensed Qi shield was broken, and his whole body was also blown away several meters by the huge inertia.

After landing, his feet "dengdengdeng" retreated several steps, and he barely stabilized his body.

For a moment, he only felt his arms numb and extremely heavy.

"What a powerful palm method!"

Wang Hao looked down at his slightly trembling arms and couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

As the chief of the mysterious sword school, he is proficient in the sword-controlling technique and has great confidence in his own strength.

In his opinion, ordinary opponents are not qualified for him to use the sword-controlling technique, and his fist and foot skills are enough to defeat the enemy.

Before, he acted like this and could easily win.

But now it is different. His opponent is Han Feiyang, the fifth-ranked master on the Tianjiao list.

Fist and foot skills alone are obviously not enough. JrNovels.com