Chapter 431： Top 50 (1/2)
The battle in the air began, the fists touched each other, and the sound of wind and thunder rolled down.
Zhang Yu's palm power has the power of mountains and rivers, and Jiang Chen's fist marks have the potential to destroy the world.
The two of you come to me and fight close to each other. Each round is extremely thrilling, and it is also very exciting. You can see the desire of the people below.
”Why can he draw?”
Most people are dazzled and the battle of Shenhua shines. In the eyes of the three people in the bell tower, the movements can be split, and the mystery and intention of each move can be seen.
The fist palms are no losers in terms of skills, and they are at a fairly high level, so they do not understand how the mask man and Zhang Yu, the master of the battlefield, slam their heads.
”Zhang Yu's Realm Seventh Heaven, his realm Sixth Heaven, looks like a gap in the development of Qimai.”
Mu Ronglong was finally interested. After analyzing, he immediately said, ”No, it's just the gap between the odd pulses. It's not enough.”
”He has the power of dragons in his body.”
Hearing that, even Li Nanxing tilted his head slightly, and there was a light in his eyes.
”You people in the evil cloud hall?” Murong Long curiously asked.
The Temple of Evil Clouds was created by the remnants of the Dragon Dragon dynasty. It is said that the owner of the palace was a prince of the year.
Only those with imperial blood can master the power of the dragon.
”I don't remember this person.” Su Xing shook his head slightly, not sure.
”It's really unpleasant. I'll take off his mask and see where it's sacred.” Murong Long's patience was not good, plus he didn't put the mask on the eyes of the man, saying that he was going to shoot.
Li Nanxing suddenly said, ”If you go, I will draw a sword.”
A careless word was spoken from his mouth, and his gaze did not even look at Murong Long, but instead looked down at his sword.
Murong Long was surprised. He looked at Su Xun, who was also bewildered.
”Do you know him?” Murong Long asked directly.
”do not know.”
”Then what are you doing to stop me?” Murong Long complained.
”I want to see if he will succeed.” Li Nanxing's answer was speechless, for no reason whatsoever, just because he wanted to see.
Murong Long raised his arm, but immediately put it down again, and said helplessly, ”Walk, I will give you face.”
Over there, the battle between Zhang Yu and the Masked Man has reached a fevered level, and has not stopped since the beginning, becoming more and more fierce.
But when it rises to a certain level, the gap is gradually exposed.
Palm strength and boxing marks are like two sealed water tanks, and Zhang Yu and Jiang Chen pour water into them at the same time.
Jiang Chen's fistprint water tank is full, no matter how hard it is useless.
On the contrary, Zhang Yu's palm power is still infused, because he is a master of war.
The people in Wuhuang City also realized that the sentence was true.
”The 50th in the A-level Dragon List is several times stronger than the 51st.”
Zhang Yu and Mask Man are the best reference examples.
”I won't give you time to realize.”
What Zhang Yu waited for was this time.
”Pure Sun Palm!”
The big mudra, comparable to the scorching sun, fell and pressed towards the mask man.
Jiang Chen took a deep breath, the eight strange pulses were completely released, and Feng Lei gathered in his arms, banging at the golden handprint.
”Booming ...”
The loud noise shook the ears, the stone shook the sky, and the energy of the fist palms covered the sky above Wuhuang City.
Everyone felt a sense of destruction.
The golden handprint was not penetrated by the fist, nor did the fistprint disappear, and it was deadlocked.
However, Jiang Chen was clearly in a downwind, his body was constantly pressed down, Jin Guang would engulf him.