The super son-in-law of the female president

If you hesitate to move forward, it is better to put all your eggs in one basket. With this punch, Qin Fan almost exerted his full strength. If there is a lonely flying eagle in the dark night, even if the fog ahead is thick, it cannot stop its ambition to soar into the sky.

The surging waves hit the bow of the ship, angrily blocking the advancing waterway.

The young man's originally unafraid smile froze the moment his fist touched him.

The air freezes, the world stands still, and even time seems to be stretched.

Immediately, fear, the original bohemian smile completely collapsed.

The will to fight is completely lost.

At this second, the black shadow of the young man was ejected instantly.

It slammed heavily on the wall of the cave, making a dull slamming sound.

The void echoes.

Qin Fan, on the other hand, landed slowly, stood firmly on the ground, nodded and smiled.

how?Is it just this ability, this is your all-out attack?
"It's really disappointing. I still want to see what kind of nirvana you have."

In the distance, the young man slid and fell from the wall, his feet also standing firmly on the ground.

He lowered his head, his original Shamat-like hair shape, like an eggplant beaten by frost, all lay down, covering his forehead.

Hehe ~
Hehe ~
The young man let out two strange smiles, his body trembling involuntarily.

"It seems that you are hiding your strength. It seems that I have underestimated you."

"However, you don't really think that the killing blow I just said is all my strength. Hehe, the next battle is the most interesting time. Seriously, if I try my best, I will still be able to fight." I'm really worried that it will damage the armor on your body."

"After all, in my eyes, the appearance of this set of battle armor is in line with my Zhuge Yan's aesthetic point of view."

Hearing the young man chattering a lot, Qin Fan frowned slightly.

The heavy punch just now was almost a full blow from Qin Fan.

But this guy, who doesn't seem to have any damage, is really fucking annoying.

But in this case, Qin Fan naturally couldn't admit cowardice.

"Hehe, if you say that, you still retain your fighting power?"

"Then you make your strongest blow and let me see if you like my armor."

Qin Fan made a move, a provocative move.

At this time, any kind of provocation is a kind of stimulant.

Not only for the enemy in front of him, but also for Qin Fan.

Since he chose a quick battle, since he chose to hone his will to fight with life, there is no possibility of backing down at all.

What can be done is to fight with the belief that you must die.

Either you die or I die!

Seeing what Qin Fan said, the young man let out a cold snort, "You are worthy of being defeated by me. Let me show you what is the fear of being dominated by power, and what is absolute strength!"

Qin Fan waved the short sword twice, and smiled: "I am standing here, if I want my armor, then take it off my corpse, I really want to know, your so-called real strongest one Strike, what kind of strength does it have!"

The young man suddenly kicked his hind legs hard, then rose into the air, leaned his waist back, and concentrated all his palm power in his right hand.

"Domination·Infinite Iron Fist!"

Suddenly, in the void, countless fists suddenly appeared in the air.

Every fist seems to be a solid existence, densely packed, with shadows everywhere.

Right below the fist, Qin Fan froze for a moment, seeing such densely packed fists, his scalp went numb instantly.

Before he had time to think about it, one of the iron fists struck Qin Fan's head from top to bottom, like a bullet popping out of its chamber.

Although Qin Fan had made sufficient preparations in advance, he obviously underestimated the startling speed of the fist falling.

clang!
With a crisp sound, the staring iron fist mercilessly hit the helmet on Qin Fan's head.

There was a muffled sound.

This blow almost gave Qin Fan a concussion.

It was obviously beyond Qin Fan's expectation that such a seemingly ordinary blow could have such a powerful force.

But then something even more terrifying happened.

Those iron fists suspended in the air, like tadpoles and poles looking for their mother, swarmed together like a whirlpool tide, swooping down like Qin Fan.

clang!
Dangdang Dangdang!
clang clang clang clang!

Some hit his heart, some hit his shoulders, some hit his back, some hit his thighs, and some even hit his feet .

Absolute power is like the move of Wan Jian Gui Zong in the novel, but at this moment it turned out to be Wan Fist Gui Zong.

Under such intensive punching, Qin Fan was like a kite whose string had been torn off. He had no power to fight back, so he could only passively endure all the beatings involuntarily.

The fist hits, and the punch is flawless.

Such a fierce battle was not even a battle, Qin Fan had no strength to fight back.

A cloud of dust was raised, and after a while, everything settled down.

The young man jumped in the air and stood firmly on the ground. His forehead was already dripping with sweat, and his flowing Sha Matt hairstyle looked quite messy now.

And his breathing obviously became short and unsteady.

Obviously using this trick is also a great consumption of power for him.

At this time, his combat effectiveness has inevitably dropped a lot.

When the dust fell to the ground, Qin Fan's figure appeared on the ground. The armor he was wearing was actually riddled with holes and dents everywhere.

And Qin Fan's mouth also overflowed with a lot of blood.

not moving at all.

The young man adjusted his breathing a few times, and was a little disappointed to see that the battle armor Qin Fan was wearing had changed into this appearance.

"I thought this set of battle armor should be stronger. I just wanted to hit the battle armor to generate resonance and destroy your internal organs. I didn't expect that you can't help but hit it like this. It's rubbish and a waste of my feelings."

After finishing speaking, the young man seemed a little dull, as if he had lost what he wanted to obtain for a while.

Turning around and leaving, he just muttered to himself, and said in a low voice: "It seems that the only thing of value to me now is the map in that chick's hand, but will she fall into that cave again?"

As he spoke, the young man raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the remaining three entrances and exits of the cave with some choice difficulty, not knowing which way to go.

"Cough cough~"

"Cough cough~"

"What? Is this your strength?"

Behind the young man, Qin Fan, who was kneeling on one knee, actually spoke.