Mu Qinghuan's fists were filled with black, and An Tianwei could clearly feel the fluctuation energy in this layer of black.

If there is a little more time, An Tianwei will definitely be able to show that the reason why these black fists are black is that they are constantly absorbing the energy in the body of the dragon killing array like a living dragon.

When the black fist touched An Tianwei's tip, the tip immediately rolled up and immediately withered and yellow.

Mu Qinghuan was delighted. His black fists had a very rustic name: Black Dragon Fist.

The energy source of the Black Dragon Fist is the dragon killing formation.

The Dragon Killing Formation is Mu Qinghuan's home court. No matter what his physical energy or energy is at this time, as long as he is in this Dragon Killing Formation, his energy will be endless.

This is also the reason why Mu Qinghuan dared to pounce on the natural poisonous swamp and attack An Tianwei after he fought with the male and female python for so long.

Without these supplements, even if he wanted to attack, he would not be able to do so.

"Die!" Mu Qinghuan roared.

Since he learned the Heavenly Promotion of Fake Death and sealed his body functions to the full extent, he has always been like a dying old man in Lingfeng.

Gu Yifeng has always regarded Mu Qinghuan as a person about to die. In Mu Qinghuan, Gu Yifeng could not see any hope of breakthrough.

As a result, Mu Qinghuan used this fake death skill to deceive many people, including those old antiques that were not born in the hidden world.

Mu Qinghuan's combat power was something that happened in recent days. After removing the Fake Death Heavenly Master, Mu Qinghuan actually wanted to do a big fight. As a result, the Fake Death Heavenly Master was eliminated, but he encountered the battle that made him the most frustrating.

Now, he finally felt that he had found the once energetic self. As long as An Tianwei gave him this punch, he would go to the next level from now on.

"Bang!" A crisp sound came into Mu Qinghuan's ears.

He was even more overjoyed.

He punched very quickly, and the target of the two fists was An Tianwei's head. Now the touch on the two fists was that he encountered a hard object, which must have hit An Tianwei's head.

Mu Qinghuan never believed that when his fist touched An Tianwei's tip, An Tianwei had no movement yet. Could it be that in such a short time that his fist went from tip to head, what other tricks could An Tianwei play?

This is absolutely impossible unless the responsiveness is far from the standard of human beings.

Mu Qinghuan used his fists again, "Drink!".

But then, he found that his fists could not move forward any further.

When he looked at it, he saw that where his fists hit him was not An Tianwei's head, but An Tianwei's pair of iron-like palms.

"How is that possible!" Mu Qinghuan was shocked.

An Tianwei looked at Mu Qinghuan coldly, shook his head and said, "If you have only such a little ability, then you really disappoint me. I am actually quite looking forward to you. Being able to use a martial art to deceive so many people, you should have some practical information!"

Mu Qinghuan was not at all able to fight with An Tianwei at this time, because he didn't see clearly how An Tianwei's palms caught his fists.

You should know that the poisonous dragon body formed by the dragon killing formation is his home court. In this home court, no matter what aspect of his ability, he must be farther than his usual self.

This is equivalent to the bonus he used to use the Dragon Killing Formation to add to himself. The amount of this bonus depends entirely on how much energy he can absorb in the Dragon Killing Formation.

An Tianwei's degree cannot be faster than him at home! The reason why Mu Qinghuan firmly believes in this is because he has never met someone who can surpass his degree and perception in the Dragon Killing Formation.

Even the old antiques in the hidden world cannot do it!

"How did you do it?" Mu Qinghuan looked puzzled.

"How I did it doesn't matter. What's important is whether you have any stronger moves?" An Tianwei clenched Mu Qinghuan's fists tightly.

Mu Qinghuan wanted to pull his fists out of An Tianwei's palm, but he couldn't pull it, and he still did the same if he pulled it again.

His black dragon fist was made up of the poisonous gas from the dragon killing formation condensed by the natural poisonous swamp. The black layer wrapped around the fist was extremely poisonous.

If An Tianwei said that he had changed a little in other abilities, Mu Qinghuan believed that he could change this way in anti-toxicity, he would not believe that he could change this way.

The Wings of Resurrection have a deeper understanding of An Tianwei than many real-world organizations and individuals.

He has never heard from any channel that An Tianwei has been born with a poison.

However, everything in front of him was ruthlessly telling him a reality: An Tianwei was not afraid of his poison, nor was he afraid of the poison of the natural poisonous swamp!

"I don't accept it!" Mu Qinghuan yelled again.

The distance between him and An Tianwei at home was so great, and it was after he unlocked the fake death ritual. How could he be convinced?

The biggest advantage of the skill of the Fake Death Heavenly Practice is that it can seal what you have learned. When it is unsealed, those things that have been accumulated over time will be found again at the moment when the Fake Death Heavenly Practice is unsealed.

For example, Mu Qinghuan's fake death skills sealed his physical strength at the age of 30. Now he is ninety, so the accumulation of sixty years has always existed.

When the fake death heavenly power was unblocked, all he had was a thirty-year-old body and a 90-year-old combat experience.

This is quite terrifying.

In this state, although Mu Qinghuan dared not say what would happen if he compared with the male and female pythons, he felt that if he was a little more modest, he would not be much worse than An Tianwei.

But the facts in front of him seemed completely different from what he expected. How could Mu Qinghuan believe everything in front of him?

This is a feeling of disillusionment. For people like Mu Qinghuan, once the sense of disillusionment rises, the meaning of his existence will be deprived accordingly.

This is beneficial and can be held back. The impact of the Heavenly Promotion of Fake Death on the mind is a huge flaw and cannot be corrected.

An Tianwei had no intention of sympathizing with Mu Qinghuan.

This is the battlefield, and he and Mu Qinghuan are undying opponents, and they are also between him and the Wings of Restoration.

Mu Qinghuan was disappointed now, so An Tianwei clenched his fists and clenched Mu Qinghuan's fists in his palms.

After exerting force, I heard a burst of giggles from An Tianwei's palms.

Then, Mu Qinghuan's screams could no longer be suppressed.

An Tianwei crushed Mu Qinghuan's fists little by little.
Chapter completed!