Chu Hang slapped at the water curtain one palm after another, causing the water waves to sway. Each palm contained power, and the palm was extremely fast, almost afterimage appeared!

The audience held their breath one after another. They couldn't believe that Chu Hang, who had been beaten to the point of dying, could even erupt this terrifying power at the verge of death. Could this be a "returning reflection"?

Zhou Zhimo was extremely shocked, glad that he had never relaxed his vigilance, otherwise he would have been torn to pieces by the "monster" in front of him if he was accidentally torn to pieces!

“Victory belongs to me!”

Zhou Zhimo roared in his heart. He knew that victory would eventually belong to him, because Chu Hang could not break the water curtain defense. When Chu Hang's last strength was exhausted, victory would belong to him!

boom!

A thunder sounded loudly!

Zhou Zhi suddenly widened his eyes and saw Chu Hang's palms suddenly covered with lightning!

"No, you are actually a double cultivator of Ice Thunder!"

Zhou Zhimo was in a crisis. Water curtain defense can easily withstand ice-type attacks, but it cannot withstand thunder-type attacks. Look Water, this is the law!

Zhou Zhimo felt relieved!

But he was too late!

Chu Hang caught him!

The sixty-four palms of Bagua, one palm is more powerful than the other!

Thunder and lightning are continuous, and it has become a thunder!

Boom boom boom boom!

The water curtain was blown to pieces!

Chu Hang's right palm passed through the broken water curtain, like the Buddha's divine palm, covering the heaven and earth!

Zhou Zhimo had nowhere to escape, so he could only put his arms around his chest!

boom!

Thunder suddenly exploded!

"Thunder Explosion!"

Sun Ye stood up

Thunder explosion! Thunder explosion! Another Thunder explosion!

Sixty-four palms, five consecutive thunder explosions, this is a deadly gossip!

The audience stood up one by one!

bump!

Zhou Zhimo fell down!

The whole audience was silent.

Chu Hang slowly closed his palms, raised his head to stare at the blurry ceiling, and gasped violently.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

The referee counted down stiffly.

Zhou Zhimo did not move, not everyone could stand up again like Chu Hang. Zhou Zhimo only struggled for half a second and then fainted.

“Three, two, one.”

The referee ended in the countdown and announced tremblingly: "The game is over, Chu Hang wins!"

The dead audience was ignited, and everyone stood up and clapped and screamed desperately!

What an incredible victory!

No,

This is a miracle!

The cheers and applause seemed to overturn the smallpox!

Suddenly, someone felt something was wrong. Why did the person who should cheer the most remain motionless?

The referee also noticed something strange. He hurriedly walked towards Chu Hang who was motionless. His hand had just touched the wounded boy.

Chu Hang's body fell forward stiffly.

The referee quickly supported him, looked down and was stunned.

The boy closed his eyes tightly.

He was standing in a coma.

.........
Chapter completed!