Living is a walking corpse.
"le"
Zhao Naxu doesn’t want to talk more about reaching out and pointing.
Peng!’
Fang two people collided.
Wang Chu’s strength is full of heavy fists and palms; Gui Yan Lu’s posture is exquisite, and his hands are waving like a jack-o’-lantern coming from all directions.
Both posture is not fast, but in the eyes of every order fighters, you can see the figure shaking and the strength is roaring.
The specific situation of fighting is difficult to distinguish.
Only by proving the black iron can we speed up with them more clearly and feel the toughness of the two.
"Boom!"
Wang Chu’s one-handed palm pressing is like a millstone, rubbing the filar silk flame rapidly and then brazenly smashing the ghosting.
As the ground sinks, a huge palm print depression appears.
This palm
Enough to crush a heavy car.
However, the escaping strength is soaring, but when the strength is soaring on the hard ground, there will be more marks.
Peng!’
Four palms collide and two people retreat at the same time.
"Yan Lu will win."
Zhao Naxu took a deep breath and straightened his body in front of him.
"Attacking people is not common. Wang Chu obviously doesn’t know the mystery. He chose him to play hardball."
Zhou Jia nodded
On strength, Wang Chu is better.
But every time the palm belongs to Yan Lu, his face turns white, but Wang Chu seems to be slow for a moment.
Obviously, the spirit has been affected.
Blue flame palm!
It’s really a strange palm technique
Peng!’
Once again, the situation in the palm of your hand reversed. Wang Chu snorted and spilled blood at the corner of his mouth, stumbled and regressed, and his eyes were swept away by a foot.
"Give in!"
Return to Yan Lu’s fuels.
"…" Wang Chu looked ugly and nodded.
"The skill of returning to brother’s palm is exquisite."