Wu Zhiyang believed that he had been practicing Tiangang Baguazhang for more than 20 years. Not to mention Ye Fan, even if the super master came, he might not be able to withstand it.
He firmly believed that as long as he played Tiangang Bagua Fist, Ye Fan would undoubtedly be defeated!
I saw him punching quickly, and the wind blew on his face, like thunder, with great momentum and great power.
Looking at the palm shadows getting closer and closer, Ye Fan was still standing lazy, without any sense of defense, as if he did not take the other party seriously at all.
"Bang--!"
"Bang--!"
"Bang--!"
"Bang--!"
"Bang--!"
Accompanied by Wu Zhiyang's dull fist sound, Wu Zhiyang's Tianluo Bagua Palm had slapped on Ye Fan's chest one after another.
He played five moves in a row, and the moves were fatal and cruel!
Originally, Wu Zhiyang thought that he had been beaten so many times, and even if he didn't die, he would have been skinned. But what he never expected was that
Ye Fan was still like a ok person, as stable as Mount Tai, standing there without moving.
"This...how is this...it's impossible!"
Wu Zhiyang looked at Ye Fan in shock. He couldn't believe that he had been hit by so many slaps and had nothing to do. Not to mention taking a step back, his steps had not even moved a little.
In an instant, Wu Zhiyang's face, which was originally full of pride, suddenly frozen, replaced by a strong shock.
At this moment, his head was buzzing, and his eyes were staring at Ye Fan in front of him, and a strong fear instantly surged throughout his body.
Ye Fan's horror was far beyond his imagination!
Where is this a human?
This is clearly a demon!
Zhao Dehai, who was beside him, was also stunned and stared at the scene in front of him. He never dreamed that Ye Fan's strength was so terrifying that even Wu Zhiyang's Tiangang Baguazhang could not do anything to him.
"Tiangang Baguazhang?"
Ye Fan's lips curled slightly, and a contemptuous smile appeared, "Haha! I'll give you four words! It's very! Trash!"
Finished!
Ye Fan waved his hand and heard two crisp sounds. He slapped Wu Zhiyang hard on the left and right cheeks with a backhand.
Suddenly!
Wu Zhiyang was pulled out and fell heavily to the ground. His whole face became swollen, and the bright red five-finger marks were clearly visible.
"hateful!"
Wu Zhiyang struggled for a long time before getting up from the floor, covered his cheeks and stared at Ye Fan with anger, "Stupid brat! How dare you call my Tianluo Baguazhang a trash?"
"Isn't it?"
Ye Fan spread his hands and shrugged and said, "I gave you five moves. I originally thought you could force me to take a step back, but what happened? My steps didn't even move at all! Brother, you're too
It's cowardly!"
"hateful!"
"Boy! You just said that, let alone five moves, even ten moves, would you dare to let me do it?"
"A gentleman's words are as good as hell! Do you dare to let me do ten more moves?"