Wu Zhiyang roared angrily and then attacked Ye Fan again.
He used all his strength to concentrate all his internal strength on his hands, then pushed his palms together and bombarded Ye Fan's chest.
"Bang! Bang!"
Wu Zhiyang's two attacks were very fierce, almost exploding the surrounding air.
However, Ye Fan still stood proudly and stood there, blocking Wu Zhiyang's two powerful attacks.
"This...how is this possible!"
Looking at the young man who was younger than him in front of me, he could resist his unique skills and was not stressed at all. There was even a faint smile on his face.
Wu Zhiyang finally noticed a dangerous atmosphere, as if death was coming, suffocating.
"You just played two moves! There are seven moves left! Brother! Are you good to use snacks? Your Tiangang Bagua Palm hit me just now, like a tickling, without any meaning! To be honest, you
Is this palm technique called cotton Baguazhang?"
Ye Fan's mouth curled up slightly, and he showed a sarcastic sneer, and he deliberately joked.
"You are just cotton Baguazhang! I'm the serious Tiangang Baguazhang!"
Wu Zhiyang shouted angrily. His strongest palm technique in his life is now ridiculed as cotton gossip? If this matter is spread, how can he have the face to hang out in the world?
In a fit of anger, Wu Zhiyang became angry and then sank the energy in his dantian and kicked his legs to the ground. With the help of this momentum, he used the most fierce and domineering move - Tiangang Jack.
"Tiangang jack!"
Wu Zhiyang shouted violently, and then shot a powerful palm technique. I saw that the palm technique was powerful, the palm wind was fierce, and the palm force was extremely strong. A palm blasted out, and the sound of wind and thunder faintly produced, as if
The air became disordered.
"Tiangang jack!"
"Tiangang jack!"
"Tiangang jack!"
“…”
Wu Zhiyang used seven complete styles in one go, and these seven styles were all activated by palm power, which was extremely powerful.
"Bang bang!"
"Bang bang!"
"Bang bang bang!"
......
When the seventh style was played, a strong wind suddenly erupted, blowing Zhao Dehai couldn't open his eyes.
And just as the wind was blowing everywhere, Ye Fan always stood there safely, sucking cigarettes leisurely, as if he had not seen Wu Zhiyang's Tiangang Jack in front of him.
"Huh! Huh--"
After finishing the last seven moves, Wu Zhiyang was exhausted and he was so tired that he was breathing. He had dense beads of sweat seeped out from his forehead and rolled down his cheeks.
Just as he thought Ye Fan would be slapped away by his palm, but when he looked up, he was shocked to find that Ye Fan was standing beside him, looking at him leisurely, and his clothes were not even blown away.
Wrinkle a little!
"Gurl!"
Wu Zhiyang was stunned. His pupils suddenly contracted, his heart beat violently twice. His throat squirmed twice. He swallowed with difficulty, his face full of surprise, and an inexplicable sense of fear arose in his heart.
"No...Impossible!"
"This...this is simply impossible!"
"He...he's been hit so many times, why isn't he doing anything? Has this guy practiced a golden bell-covered iron shirt?"
Wu Zhiyang was completely confused. Although he was extremely shocked, he could not find a reason to explain all this.
Because of Ye Fan's terrifying strength, he felt deeply desperate. This chapter has been completed!