Chapter 695: Life and Death Battle (II)

Yang Fan is not in a hurry to make a palm, this kid's internal strength is fierce and domineering, if he resists hard with him, it is quite unfavorable to himself, but his breakthrough time is too short, he only knows how to blindly hit hard, and he turns over and over with such a set of palm techniques at the bottom of the box, using this kind of fighting tactics is undoubtedly the most advantageous, which can not only consume the opponent's internal strength but also make the opponent impetuous, just wait for the right time to defeat the enemy with a palm.

Xu Qing sank his waist and tied his horse, his feet were as steady as a rock, his mouth was like thunder, and his palm was as fast as a palm slashing at the surrounding remnants, and in the blink of an eye, he used the seven-style Zhengyang palm upside down three times.

Wang Tiangang, who was sitting in the stands, saw that the apprentice used the seven-style Zhengyang palm very skillfully, and the rolling palm wind forced the opponent to jump with a ghost, the old man's heart was dark for a while, and he couldn't help but say to Jun Bu next to him: "The stinky boy Zhengyang palm is more familiar than me, and it is estimated that there will be a few more rounds to take down the surname Yang......"

The old man on the side looked like a torch, he noticed that Yang Fan's feet were stepping on a kind of mystical footwork that followed the direction of the Big Dipper, Xu Qinggang's fierce palm strength was like a mountain and a sea of mountains and seas, but all of them fell into the void, what is strange is that this kid's internal strength is long and long, and hundreds of palms are rolled out and there is no lack of strength after half a minute.

Boom Boom - Xu Qing's every palm slapped out of the residual energy surging out, and the four walls paved with metal plates made a burst of iron-like muffled sounds, even the three elders on the stage couldn't help but be slightly moved, this kid is so strong and powerful, but it is a pity that the palm technique used is more than fierce and the change is insufficient, and the opponent's mysterious dodge footwork cannot be implemented at all, so it will not take long for the internal strength to be damaged and not able to make up, and the consequences are unpredictable.

A quarter of an hour passed, everyone in the stands held their breath, and the martial artists with a little eyesight all saw the changes in the seven-style Zhengyang palm used by Xu Qing, Yang Fan could even move to avoid it in a moment before he made his palm, and it seemed that he was at ease, and everyone knew that the martial soul was dangerous.

Wang Tiangang's previous pride was long gone, looking at every change in the field with a worried face, Jun Buyu held his slightly trembling left palm with his hand at the right time, and found that the palm was already slippery and full of hot sweat.

"What a martial soul little offering, it's better to be old and decayed with this palm power alone, and I don't know how he practiced!" The old man on the presiding stage praised it leisurely, and Gu Jing Wubo's eyes flashed with two scorching essences.

Another old man in Tang costume beside him sighed in a low voice: "This son is a genius in a hundred years, it's a pity that the kid of the Cang faction has long had the killing thought in his heart, and he will never let him live, it's a pity!" ”

The old man looked down at the two life and death certificates on the table, and a look of regret appeared on his face.

"Anode Yin ...... Zhengyang ...... the world" Xu Qing snorted and slapped his palms, suddenly put his palms in place, and looked coldly at the erratic afterimage beside him, and he actually closed his eyes in the surprised eyes of everyone.

"Not good!" Wang Tiangang shouted urgently, and got up from his seat with a sigh, and at this time, Yang Fan's figure in the field was stunned, and a palm pierced out from under his ribs and slapped Xu Qing's back, Peng! A muffled sound shook everyone's eardrums, and Huang Pulan in the stands turned his head in pain.