"Zhen Yuan, what happened?"

Wang Zhenyuan's boss opened his eyes stupidly, inexplicably.

In response, Wang Zhenyuan responded slowly after he was silent for a while, and said, "Looks like, Master Zhang has already begun!"

"What? Master Zhang has started now!"

Hearing this, Wang Zhenyuan's wife was shocked, somewhat unbelievable.

"Booming ..."

A thunderous thunder rang through the sky, and a huge golden fist erected in the air, setting back the huge red-red palm of the black-blooded old demon.

After realizing this, the look of the black blood old demon also became serious, hurriedly withdrawing power, and then the huge red palm gradually dissipated.

In response, Zhang Xiaofan shook his forefinger slowly, with a deep disapproval on his face, and said, "You black blood old demon, obviously it's a bit exaggerated!"

"Oh, it's really sharp enough!"

The black-blooded old demon chuckled coldly and stood up, moving in mid-air, and his body flew out hundreds of feet in an instant, standing on the shoulder of the blood-colored giant.

"The blood demon comes, the blood demon covers the sky!"

The black-blooded old demon slowly protruded with his right hand, and the huge blood-colored giant slowly extended his blood-red palm. The blood-colored rays in the palm of his hand swelled into a blood-red vortex, which contained no match. Alas, the breath of destruction.

A big tree stood up and was swept by the wind and fell into it. It was only a moment before it disappeared and turned into dust.

In this regard, Zhang Xiaofan's complexion remained unchanged, his soles of his feet only lightly stepped on the ground, and a loud noise came from the air, and he was already bullying himself again!

"Smash the fist and break it for me!"

Zhang Xiaofan punched out fiercely, a huge boxing punch struck across the air, and then began to spin violently, turning the head of the demon king in red gold and fiercely attacking the center of the huge vortex.

The wind screamed in the void, and one gold and one red collided in the mid-air. Just at the moment of the fight, Zhang Xiaofan's complexion could not help changing.

Because at this time, he could clearly and clearly feel that the punch he had just attacked was obviously a soft feeling of muddy cows entering the sea, and he couldn't find where to put the power.

I saw that there was a steady stream of **** gas that seemed to be endless, and began to rush towards all sides, wrapping the red gold Devil's head directly into it.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaofan was able to notice that the boxing fist he provided was nothing left, all of which was swallowed up by the blood-red vortex, as if it had never existed before.

"Ok?!"

After being aware of this, Zhang Xiaofan's face flashed with wonder, and he felt a little bit puzzled.

"桀桀 桀桀 ....."

"Zhang Wutian, the blood shame turns the bones of the bones, can transform thousands of things in this world, even the mighty boxing fist made of Zhenyuan can be swallowed in an instant without any residue!"

"Therefore, no matter how powerful your next attack is, but in the face of my blood and bones, it's just doing useless work, it's just futile ..."