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Each of Han Wenqing's punches made a sound, and between the sounds one could clearly hear Han Wenqing throwing punches. The more Qiao Yifan heard the sound, the more unhappy his expression became.

If Song Qiying had only demolished a wall in the last match, then Han Wenqing was now ready to demolish the entire castle. And it was a forced demolition.

"What on earth is Han Wenqing doing?" The audience was obviously amazed at Han Wenqing's crazy demolition of the wall. After all, Han Wenqing's intention was very obvious, even ordinary players like them could still see Han Wenqing's intention.

Boom boom boom!

Holes were blasted in the weaker walls around them one after another, and soon, Han Wenqing had blasted two walls full of holes.

Is the castle shaking now?

Qiao Yifan, who was in the room, listened to the constant noises and began to wonder if it was his illusion. He could feel the vibrations from the walls. It was as if the floor they were on could no longer support the pressure from above. Even the ceiling above was sinking down little by little, as if they had gradually lost their support point.

If this goes on, this place will definitely collapse!

Qiao Yifan no longer cared whether it was his illusion or not. When he made this judgment, he knew that he could no longer defend here. This old boxer from Tyranny was much more experienced than any of their rookies.

Faced with such a situation, he could only choose to take the initiative to attack. Fortunately, he was familiar with the structure of the rooms in this area, and Han Wenqing was still controlling the Desert Guyan, circling around and attacking these walls.

And each of his punches gave Qiao Yifan the opportunity to identify the position by sound.

It was also because of this that Qiao Yifan had roughly determined the position of Han Wenqing's character. Without hesitation, Qiao Yifan directly controlled Yi Cunhui to kill him.

Because he was familiar with the terrain, Qiao Yifan had already predicted Ha Han Wenqing's movement route and time when he made the decision, and prepared to ambush here.

Qiao Yifan pressed his body downward and carefully controlled the character to come to a strong side. He got into an attacking posture and stood still. Qiao Yifan also began to calculate the time in his mind.

The sound of Han Wenqing punching the wall was getting closer and closer, and as Han Wenqing punched, dust even fell from Qiao Yifan's head. Qiao Yifan raised his character's perspective slightly, and this time he was very sure that the ceiling above his head was really shaking, as if it would not hold on any longer.

But even so, Qiao Yifan still did not move, because Han Wenqing was getting closer and closer to him, and if he moved now, he would definitely be discovered by the other party.

Bang!

The sounds of the two punches were very clear, because this time the sounds were no longer transmitted through the air, but came directly from the wall. This also proved that Han Wenqing's Desert Smoke finally hit the wall where Qiao Yifan was ambushing.

boom!

The third punch made a small hole in the wall. However, Qiao Yifan, who was leaning against the wall, did not turn his head and just watched the fist that had punched through the wall being withdrawn from the hole.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, after smashing this side, they continued to smash down, and Han Wenqing's attacks were all on these strong and weak points, and some places without obvious cracks were directly skipped, so there was still no sign of the wall falling down. But if this situation continued, it was obvious that the wall was no longer able to bear the force.

boom!

If they open another hole, they will have to get to the side where Qiao Yifan is hiding. Now Qiao Yifan can see clearly in his hands that every time he punches through the wall, the joints on his fist are wrapped with the famous boxing gloves among the silver weapons - the flaming red fist.

Even though he was not hit by the opponent, the flame-like boxing gloves made Qiao Yifan feel a burning sensation just by looking at them. Even though he only launched ordinary attacks, he still gave people a feeling of fighting spirit and killing intent.

Bang!

Another sound of a gun hitting the wall was heard.

This punch certainly did not hit the place where Qiao Yifan was resisting. After all, Qiao Yifan had already calculated all this when he was planning to ambush. The position he chose was of course a place where the wall was relatively solid, and such a place was also a place Han Wenqing would never choose to attack.

The sound of fists was still ringing in his ears, but at this time Qiao Yifan had already slowly taken out his sword, and the power of ghosts and gods on the sword continued to surge and gather.

boom!

Another hole appeared on the wall, but Qiao Yifan didn't care about it at all. His eyes were fixed on the corridor door in front of him where Han Wenqing was about to appear.

But at this critical moment, the wall that Qiao Yifan was leaning against suddenly vibrated at a very high distance, and then the wall began to deform.

No way?!

Qiao Yifan raised his head in disbelief, and saw that the ceiling above him had begun to crack in many places and was collapsing downwards.

Has it reached its limit?

The answer to this question is obvious, which Han Wenqing noticed immediately.

Bang!

Without hesitation, Han Wenqing punched the wall again. This time, he did not choose any vulnerable place, but punched the wall beside him directly. This punch used a skill, relying on the powerful skill to vibrate the front wall. It accelerated the vibration and deformation of the entire wall, and Han Wenqing's goal was to catalyze the collapse of this wall.

You have to know that what Han Wenqing used was not an ordinary attack, but a one-hit skill. Its power directly collapsed half of the wall, and this obviously accelerated the speed of collapse. And the one-hit skill at this time was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The destructive power was naturally amazing.

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More importantly, Han Wenqing's punch directly knocked Qiao Yifan out. After all, the wall's limit was broken. With a roar, there was a ceiling above Qiao Yifan's head, and Su Nian began to fall.

Faced with this situation, Qiao Yifan immediately controlled One Inch Gray to dodge, while Han Wenqing also controlled Desert Guyan to take a quick step and directly flashed under the ceiling.

boom!

When the ceiling completely collapsed, in a puff of dust, Han Wenqing's Desert Smoke rolled and kicked to the extreme, and with a low movement, he not only did not suffer any damage, but when he bounced up, he had already punched Qiao Yifan.

Beng Quan!

The fist wind gathered and hit Qiao Yifan's slashing attack head-on. But how could Qiao Yifan, a formation ghost, possibly counter the attack of a boxer? This punch directly sent Qiao Yifan flying with his sword.

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