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Chapter 167: Nothing comes out of the punch!

 "Boom!"

"Qiang!"

Yang An's eyes condensed, and he activated the fourth-grade black turtle armor. At the same time, he drew his sword out of its sheath. The bright sword light instantly turned into countless sword flowers, but his body shape was like a swimming dragon, amidst the intensive attacks.

Shuttle through.

But it can only avoid threatening attacks.

It is impossible to completely avoid this overwhelming attack.

The fourth-grade inner armor black turtle's armor can only protect the internal organs.

This is the power of the concentrated fire of the battle array!

Not only did it successfully prevent Yang An from getting closer to the ancestor of the Chen family, it also set up a dragnet.

Yang An was overwhelmed with an overwhelming attack.

"Boom boom boom..."

Terrifying explosions resounded throughout the world, and the raging energy was terrifying to the extreme.

"Attack with all your strength!"

The aura of the ancestor of the Chen family also soared crazily, and in an instant, there were palm shadows, covering the sky and the sun, blasting towards Yang An, who was surrounded by endless attacks.

"Boy, this is the consequences of being arrogant!"

"How dare you fight a bloody battle with our Chen family? Die!"

The ancestor of the Chen family seemed to be issuing a declaration of victory.

Everyone in the Chen family was even more excited. Fu Zuan was throwing out Fu Zuan as if he wanted no money, and the battle formation combination attack was even more intense, trying to cut Yang An into pieces.

Battle formation, mountain protection formation, double superposition.

Plus the ancestor of the Chen family who has half-stepped the foundation.

At this moment, even the masters of the Foundation Establishment Realm cannot escape death!

The sword in Yang An's hand was reaching its peak. In an instant, countless sword lights bloomed, and each sword flower contained frightening power.

But despite this, he was still bombarded by endless attacks.

But Yang An's sword only lasted for a few breaths before breaking.

"It's so cruel..."

The energy and blood all over Yang An's body suddenly overflowed violently, and under the powerful control, a protective aura was instantly formed around him.

One floor, two floors, three floors...

It’s the ninth floor in an instant!

Every layer of Gang Qi is condensed to the extreme.

Although it does not contain any mysterious laws, and Yang An has not specially cultivated body-protecting Qi, he is able to block endless attacks at this moment.

This is a very lazy and expensive method.

But Yang An didn't care.

His Qi and blood are as vast as the sea! His recovery ability is beyond the imagination of anyone in the Chen family.

Of course, the main reason is that he is too lazy to change his sword...

Although he had countless swords on his body, he didn't bother to organize the countless storage bags and countless things he got. There were high-level and low-level swords, but they had not been tempered. It was obviously too late to temper them at this moment.

"It is necessary to study the formation."

Yang An actually closed his eyes during the terrifying attack.

Perception is like a tentacle, penetrating endless attacks, spreading, and locking on the breath.

At the same time, it also captures the mystery of formations and battle formations.

The operation and control of the mountain guarding formation, and the combination of the opponent's battle formation.

The operation of the battle formation connects the attacks of many warriors and complements each other. Any flaw will disappear in an instant as soon as it appears, and will be completely made up by the battle formation.

Although Yang An sensed it clearly, he really didn't understand the formation, which was his shortcoming.

In the past, Yang An might not bother to pay attention to this kind of shortcomings, and he would defeat them ten times with one force. As long as he is strong enough, these are just chickens and dogs, and they can be destroyed with one punch, so why waste time?

Now, the Chen family in front of us is indeed a bunch of chickens and dogs.

Yang An can indeed blow up directly!

But this bunch of chickens and dogs are not worthy of using a bull's sword. The spirit is materialized and beheaded, the sky-cutting sword is unsheathed, or the eighteen punches are blasted, or they can directly hide in the ruins and quietly go out...

Any one of them can destroy the Chen family in an instant.

But it’s not satisfying or exciting. The most important thing is that it’s too exposed.

Yang Ande kept a low profile about himself.

This is the bottom line.

"laugh!"

Yang An punched out, relying on the protection of the nine layers of Gang Qi, regardless of it, he allowed the attack to come, and pushed the foot to the extreme to lock a master on the sixth level of the Xiantian realm, and it was like tearing apart the void in an instant

, the terrifying fist intention, the fist force burst out.

One punch, two punches...

Ten punches in an instant!

"Bang!"

"Rumble..."

But the next moment, the sixth level of the Xiantian Realm that Yang An locked on disappeared, and standing in front of him was the ancestor of the Chen family.

The ancestor of the Chen family seemed to turn into a moving formation eye, and with one palm strike, he gathered the power of the battle formation, forming a force several times stronger, sending Yang An flying upside down.

"Boy, you will definitely die!"

"Can you change your lines? I'm going to vomit..."

"Whoosh!"

Yang An, who was rolling in the endless attacks, suddenly turned around. He cleverly borrowed the power of the opponent's attack to turn the tide and kill the locked Xiantian realm master at a faster speed.

This time, the physical body shook violently, and the fist rays gathered together in an instant, forming a string of meteors flying out of the air. Each punch was faster and stronger than the last.

Sixteen punches in one!

This is the first time Yang An has superimposed the "Wu Sheng Shen Fist" to sixteen fists after practicing eighteen fists!

When challenging Ye Hankong, under the poisonous miasma and the sword formation, Yang An used fourteen punches in one, beating Ye Hankong to pieces.

But this time, the battle formation formed by the ancestors of the Chen family and countless people from the other side were not only a little bit stronger than Ye Hankong.

But during the test of combining ten fists just now, Yang An discovered that the Chen family's battle formation seemed to have no flaws, but the attacks that were neither painful nor painful were too many and too scattered. Even the strength gathered by the ancestors of the Chen family was very weak.

limited.

Sixteen punches are enough!

"boom!"

"Rumble..."

As expected, the ancestor of the Chen family became the master targeted by Yang An again, but this time, Yang An's terrifying fist intention, fist movement and power were countless times stronger in the perception of the ancestor of the Chen family. After he discovered

Unfortunately, when you want to operate the battle formation and get others to take the lead, it's already too late.

His attack was directly penetrated, and his mind suddenly lost control, being shrouded and locked by the terrifying fist intention.

"ah--!"

A shrill scream sounded.

The ancestor of the Chen family who was half-stepping to build the foundation, his palms, arms, shoulders, and chest exploded with "crack-crack" tension, and even the bones were turned into powder. Finally, Yang An's extremely condensed meteor fist pierced the chest.

What's even more frightening is that after piercing through the ancestor of the Chen family, Yang An's fist power is still increasing crazily, and the ancestor of the Chen family's shrill screams suddenly stopped. At the same time, his energy and energy instantly withered, and then his vitality quickly disappeared, and his eyes

It was gray and gray, and the white hair actually turned into gray and fell off, and then the body quickly shriveled up, and finally the whole person turned into gray. There was no blood, only flying ash!

Yang An was even frightened by himself...

Damn it!

The realm of spiritual connection?

The sixteen punches of the Wusheng Divine Fist were combined into one, and he actually reached the realm of divine connection?

No life comes out of the punch!

This is the vitality that devours and annihilates the opponent, completely annihilating the spirit, soul, and body!

"No——! Impossible! Ancestor——!"

The Chen family erupted into countless terrified roars.

More people were overly frightened. Looking at Yang An's god-like figure, their legs were so frightened that they slumped to the ground. Especially those who were enveloped by Yang An's fist, their faces instantly turned pale.

, foaming at the mouth, feces and urine flowing out.

Obviously the soul is too weak and the willpower is too poor. Just being enveloped by the fist will make these people lose their souls.


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