Han Zongyuan glared at Chen Ning: "Let the horse come over, I want to see what virtue can do, and dare to be called the God of War like me!"

Chen Ning smiled and said, "For the sake of your old man, I will give you a polite move first."

Arrogant!

It's so arrogant!

Han Zongyuan's eyes were burning with rage. When those masters who used to compete with him were all careful when facing him, they were as if they were facing a tiger.

Only Chen Ning dared to despise him so much and treat him as an ordinary old man.

Han Zongyuan was completely angered by Chen Ning!

"Boy, it's my first time seeing you who are crazy and dying like you. If you want to see the King of Hell, I'll send you on your way!"

After he said that, he slowly spread his arms and stood with one leg.

In an instant, the momentum on his body immediately changed.

Just like the white crane flying in the sky, I am the only one who is the only one.

Everyone around the scene felt the powerful and fierce momentum of Han Zongyuan!

Zhang Chaocheng and his men couldn't help but show an excited expression and said excitedly: "Haha, we are so lucky. It's a great honor to be able to see the God of War take action personally!"

Chen Ning stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Han Zongyuan in front of him, and said lightly: "It's interesting!"

Han Zongyuan shouted: "White cranes fly into the sky!"

After the words came, his body had already swept up like a bird, and his body drew a perfect parabola in the air, kicking Chen Ning's head like lightning.

This kick can break up gold and crack stones.

Chen Ning took a calm step back and easily avoided Han Zongyuan's sharp kick.

Han Zongyuan kicked the ball in the air and fell back to the ground. He was a little shocked. Chen Ning was so easy to avoid his killing. It was so strange.

He didn't care about so much at this time and started fighting with Chen Ning.

He made a loud sound like a crane in his mouth, his right hand was like a bird's wings, and his one knife swung hard towards Chen Ning's neck.

Chen Ning took another step back and avoided Han Zongyuan's edge again.

Han Zongyuan pursued him relentlessly and punched him again: "The White Crane Fist of the Sky!"

This time, Chen Ning no longer politely and no longer dodges, but instead used the most common fighting moves in the army to fight, step by step and punch.

boom!

The two fists fought, making a sound like thunder.

Han Zongyuan's arm was instantly broken, and his body was as if struck by lightning, and his whole body flew backwards. He hit a heavy osmanthus tree, directly breaking the osmanthus tree, then fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

What?

He trained countless boxing champions and Sanda champions, and at the age of 30, he had been through more than a thousand battles but never lost. Mr. Han, who was praised as the god of war in the world, was defeated by Chen Ning as soon as he took action!

Zhang Chaocheng was shocked!

His men were all shocked!

Even Han Zongyuan, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, was covered in blood at this time and looked at Chen Ning in disbelief.

He couldn't accept the fact that he was defeated by Chen Ning with a punch and murmured: "Impossible, impossible..."

"There is no unknown man in China who can defeat me with one punch!"

"If someone can defeat me with one punch, then the legendary young commander of the North, the Chinese God of War, may be able to do it..."

Han Zongyuan talked to himself and his pupils suddenly expanded, and he looked at Chen Ning in horror.
Chapter completed!