Nangong did not use weapons, because he felt it was unnecessary to deal with the late period of a master, with a pair of flesh boxing is more than enough.

But is that true?

In the face of this fierce blow, Song Yan stepped out step by step.

"Boom!"

The fist scraped across his face with a strong heat, but it was still empty.

A punch fell, Nangong was unexpectedly boundless, and the punch turned into a sweep. Meanwhile, the real gas burst in the body, and the tiny holes in the whole arm shot out one air needle, flying out all over the world.

His fist technique is Nine...