All the magic warriors who watched held their breath, as if the wind around them were still and solidified.
Their eyes fell straight on Qin Taisheng''s fist outside his robe. That fist was no different from normal people. However, they didn''t know why it had a soul stirring magic.
Silent, but powerful, as if dragging an invisible mountain, as if blowing open a vast ocean and dominating the world.
It seemed slow, but in fact it was as fast as the fist of lightning, and the frontal bombardment was on the thick and dark door.
Bang!
The expected loud noise did not appear, but a slight and dull sound sounded.
Under Qin Taisheng''s fist, Qin Taisheng''s fist slowly retracted and disappeared into the black robe again.
This kind of blow seems to be a gentle touch.
This feeling almost made those magic warriors who were absorbed in watching vomit blood.
Originally, in their view, this punch is bound to be earth shaking and extremely terrible, because that kind of breath and feeling gives them such a feeling.
However, what they saw was that Qin Taisheng''s punch was too light. It seemed to touch mosquitoes. It had no strength at all.
This unexpected massive attack produced a strong contrast with the lack of effort, which made them seem to hit cotton with a punch, resulting in a sense of emptiness and suffocation, and almost vomiting blood.
"How is that possible?"
"Is he just putting on airs?"
The soldiers of the four World War IV regiments feel a little better, but they still have some doubts in their hearts.
Suddenly, click, click
As if the glass had been smashed, one after another sounded. Everyone''s eyes suddenly opened violently, their eyes were about to fall out, and their mouths slowly opened. In that way, there were only toads alive.
It can be seen to the naked eye that there was a broken point at the place where Qin Taisheng hit with his fist. Taking this point as the center, one crack after another wound away quickly like lightning, and quickly distributed the whole gate with a click.
immediately,