It seems that Ximen Chuxue is in danger!

Even Qingluan and others were a little worried.

The Sword Demon's sword intent has begun to boil.

But looking at Tang Xiaobao, the person involved, he had no intention of dodging at all.

"Zhu Xian Fist!"

Tang Xiaobao also roared and punched out.

boom!

In the air, the palm print was directly shattered by the fist print.

Of course, the fist print also collapsed.

Huh?

Qin Feng's expression changed slightly.

He thought that he could suppress Tang Xiaobao with just one palm. He had to give Tang Xiaobao a warning. Although he couldn't kill him, he had to make the latter feel in awe so that he wouldn't keep pestering him.

However, no one expected that Tang Xiaobao would actually take this blow head-on.

Even Qin Feng himself felt his blood boiling.

This kid really has some skills.

"Boy, it seems you have the capital to be proud, but if that's all, then it's useless. Take another punch from me!"

Qin Feng shouted coldly and punched Tang Xiaobao again.

He had almost no strength left in this punch.

Tang Xiaobao sneered.

Do you use your fists?

Okay, then I will use my palm.

Tang Xiaobao slapped him with his palm.

The palm print instantly hit the fist print, and the fist print actually collapsed and dissipated. Although the palm print was much dimmer, it still hit Qin Feng without hesitation.

Qin Feng's face changed immediately.

Damn it?

How can it be so strong?

Bang!

His body was hit hard, the halo behind him disappeared, and his entire body was knocked hundreds of meters away.

Standing still, Qin Feng looked at Tang Xiaobao, feeling inexplicably horrified.