But it is precisely this kind of undistracted sincerity that makes Huang Shanhao pay limited attention to other things.

Huang Shanhao never really cared about everything except those who care about and boxing skills.

Looking at the Ge Shugen, who was having difficulty even standing firmly, Huang Shanhao said in a deep voice:

"Do you still have to continue? It's still time to let go now."

Although he was already hostile, Huang Shanhao still used respectful titles to Ge Shugen, which shows how much he admired the helmsman of Yangcheng.

If possible, Huang Shanhao really didn't want to kill him with his own hands.

Ge Shugen frowned, his face suddenly turned cold, and he said sternly:

"Nonsense! Do you think I'm as confused as you?"

Huang Shanhao did not talk nonsense anymore and took one step forward.

His waist and abdominal muscles were first clenched, like a sperm of iron strands on the trunk of a tree, and then expanded layer by layer, releasing, urging his right palm to push out straight and straight.

Bone refining boxing, pushing mountain palms.

This fierce and domineering external martial art specializes in practicing the ribs on the chest and arms. One hand is stretched out, pushing the palm like a mountain, opening and closing, with a vast momentum and invincible momentum.

In addition to the strong and domineering external power, Huang Shanhao's palm was sinking inside, and he also deeply contained a sticky force of pushing and pulling.

Iron bones are like steel, and copper skin is wrapped in strength.

He made this bone-refining boxing change in skin refining!

The scalp of the cherry tree roots exploded.

This dull man who has always been low-key actually practiced boxing to such a level without saying a word!

If there was more time, he might be able to really enter the realm of "second refining"!

Ge Shugen didn't think about it, and his waist was spinning out like a grinder, and he leaped around the dragon's shape, like a long dragon wandering among the mountains and ridges, hiding in the clouds and mist.

This tremor made Huang Shanhao's heavy palm fall, slapped the strange rocks behind Ge Shugen into powder, and the palm force even scattered the stone powder, like sand and dust rising in the desert.

The two closest green pine trees were also destroyed, as if they were hit by a cannon, suddenly exploded, and the thick tree trunk fell heavily.

Countless wood chips and branches and floating dust were shaken and filled the surroundings.

Huang Shanhao's attack was useless, and the second attack was coming one after another!

He suddenly kicked the ground with his feet, and he was excited. He didn't even look at the trunk that was blocking the road in front of him, and he chased after him with a punch.

At this moment, Huang Shanhao was suddenly stunned.

Although the scenery is the same, the air around suddenly becomes gloomy, mysterious and evil.

The darkness surged silently and boiled in the dead silence like a tide, like something invisible wrapped around his body and accumulated on his skin.

What's it!

Huang Shanhao suddenly turned around.

He had realized that this was some kind of evil martial art that specialized in spirit!

I saw a figure leaping like a dragon, stepping on the trunk and crushing it with one punch.

This is Ge Shugen's body technique!

When did he go around there?

Although Huang Shanhao was confused, he was not confused at all.

He took a step on his left foot, and his toes were rotated, drawing a semicircular trajectory, which drove his hips to turn and his waist to twist, and his arms to rush to the hammer!

Huang Shanhao's movement showed an extremely profound state of stance.

The stake is the foundation of the boxing seed. If the stake is deep, the skill will naturally become deep.

He was as if he had penetrated his roots into the soil and pierced them deep in the strata. Even if a sports car crashed towards him at full speed, Huang Shanhao was confident that he would stop it with his stake!

This is a fact that decades of practice have brought him to life, and it has been verified in countless practical battles.

The fist was extremely fierce, like a mountain collapsed, rocks rolled down, overturned and crushed down.

The moment the two fists collided, the other party's fist intention suddenly rose.

The dark night was like encountering Mars' oil. At this moment, it was no longer boiling, but completely - an explosion!

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Huang Shanhao's ears sounded like a tsunami!

This extremely evil and evil spirit of fist is as if it awakens the night and turns into a deep and dark demon pool.

The distorted and weird figures rose and fell in it. They stared at Huang Shanhao's body, their eyes full of vigorous appetite and endless greed.

What kind of boxing is this?

Even with Huang Shanhao's tenacious temperament, he couldn't help but fall into doubt at this moment, but he was sure of one thing.

——An opponent who can develop this kind of boxing spirit must be extremely dangerous!

If you lose, your life will be worrying!

What's more, the other party's methods are not just this!

At the moment of physical contact, Huang Shanhao suddenly felt a huge shock on the ground.

If your stake is a mountain, then the opponent's punch will cause the earth to break through and collapse!

Even if you throw away the strange spiritual illusion, just considering this strong force, this punch is extremely powerful!

This familiar force made Huang Shanhao's eyes wide open!

"It's you?!"
Chapter completed!