Chapter 150 (1/2)

Lou Qianxue and ye search for the flying body on the stage.

”Snow, come on!” Lou Xiaoxiao shouts from below. Lou Qianxue looks at her and nods at her with a smile. Then she takes back her eyes.

”Sister Qianxue.” Ye pursued solemnly: ”although I regard you as a Dan master in my heart and respect you very much, this time, I will do my best. Because I have a reason to win. ”

Lou Qianxue nodded: ”exactly, this is what I want to tell you.”

Ye pursues the expression to become more dignified: ”that you are careful, I want to move - the mad lion roars!”

As soon as his voice fell, ye followed his steps and pedaled forward. When he approached the building, he suddenly jumped into the air, holding his hands and punching, and smashed it towards the top of the building.

His fist, mixed with a dazzling white light.

”Fast wind boxing! Ye's pursuit again uses the meaning of fast wind boxing! ” Everyone's breath is a little forgotten.

”Well done! Try my thunder fist Lou Qianxue's eyes were burning with war spirit, and he stepped on the ground and shot into the air like a shell. He smashed his fist and ye's fist together.

When the mood of thunder is integrated into ”avalanche boxing”, her fist becomes the meaning of thunder boxing with the power of thunder.

The tiny electric light visible to the naked eye covers the surface of louqian avalanche mountain fist, which is frightening like a dragon and snake.

Boom!

The two fists collide, and the space around them vibrates and distorts.

After a pause, the two returned to their original places.

People are at a loss. They just feel that Lou Qianxue's ”avalanche fist” is very strange, but they can't see through what's mysterious.

Lou Qianxue looked down at the palm of his hand, which burst out blood, and raised his lips slightly: ”it seems that you are more familiar with the meaning of fast wind boxing.”

Ye pursues the facial expression to fear deeper, he knows, Lou Qianxue has not yet put out the sword, that is, she hasn't used all her strength, she has already matched him.

A drop of cold sweat fell from his forehead.

”The lion roars!” This time, his fists were even more powerful.

Shua!

Lou Qianxue draws out his ice sword.

”Xuanbing spirit mirror!”