Ye Fan shouted loudly, and his figure flew into the air. A pair of palms traced a mysterious trajectory in mid-air and slashed away with a cold light. A low shout also exploded in Ye Fan's heart.
"Broken Waterfall."
Since the return of the dark demon, Ye Fan has been studying this martial arts with great concentration. After several months, he finally integrated it into the palm martial arts. Now facing Ye Feng's move that is equivalent to self-mutilation. Ye Fan finally used it
Being exposed in front of others, he wanted to see what effect would be achieved by using this martial art with his cultivation level at the eighth level of foundation building.
At the VIP table, Ye Xiaotian felt anxious when he saw Ye Fan resisting Ye Feng's violent attack with a pair of fleshy palms. He left the table and wanted to fly forward to stop the two of them.
And just when Ye Xiaotian was about to rush onto the stage with his legs strong, a palm blocked the latter's body.
His doubtful eyes followed the palm of his hand, and he saw Pang Lao next to him. He was staring at Ye Fan on the stage with a full face of joy. When he withdrew the palm that was blocking the latter's body, his faint words followed.
spread out.
"Master Ye, don't worry. The young master is practicing an unknown martial arts and the level of this martial arts is not low. I think your son will be fine."
After being comforted by Mr. Pang, Ye Xiaocai sat back on the chair again, with a trace of doubt in his brows, and looked at the ring with worry.
"Bang."
On the arena, a loud noise suddenly erupted. Ye Fan's palm was tilted slightly sideways, striking the red light on the outer layer of the blood-colored light ball. The surge of energy in the palm ate away at the blood like silkworms on a mulberry leaf.
The skin of the light ball fell with a "chi chi" sound, and the palm of the hand smoothly eroded into the inside of the blood-colored light ball.
However, this progress was hindered after the blood-colored ball of light erupted with a dazzling red light.
In the blood-colored light ball, violent energy raged like a strong wind, and when it cut into Ye Fan's palm, it exploded with overwhelming power. There were bursts of hair-raising "squeaking" sounds, ear-piercing sounds.
As the palm of his hand was injured, Ye Fan's complexion became increasingly gray. The severe pain caused Ye Fan to arouse the ferocity from his bones. A pair of deep black pupils had a fierce light,
Holding back the pain of cutting his skin, Ye Fan's palm movements suddenly changed, and he turned his attack to defense. The "Forbidden Water Round Shadow" turned into a violent ferocious beast inside the bloody ball of light and started fighting with the energy inside.
Ye Feng, who was distracted by controlling the blood-colored ball of light, noticed Ye Fan's movements, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart seemed to be shocked like a thousand waves!
The internal energy of the blood-colored light ball was completely compressed by him using secret techniques, and its violence was no less than the eye of a small storm. But Ye Fan actually resisted all the extremely violent energy with his pair of fleshy palms.
"Is his palm made of a heavy wall? Even the misty wind cannot penetrate it!"
Just when Ye Feng was shocked, Ye Fan made another move that shocked everyone. His palms were still fighting desperately with the energy in the ball of light. Under his feet, his legs were like a curtain, shaking.
It makes people dizzy.
A whirlpool that was smaller than before rose from the ground beneath his feet, and then roared towards Ye Feng, who was almost stunned.
"How... is this possible? Since he can still be distracted and launch other attacks!" Looking at the whirling whirlpool, Ye Feng's mind was in chaos.
Not only him, but everyone in the audience, including Mr. Pang, whose strength was unfathomable, stared blankly at the spinning vortex in mid-air, unable to turn their heads for a while.
"How can he use two martial arts at the same time? Didn't the previous battle consume the profound energy in his body?"
"Even if his profound energy is infinite, can his body still withstand the destruction of the two major martial arts?"
One question after another resounded in the hearts of everyone. Today's Ye Fan is really a bit too unexpected. He has transformed from a waste to a hero who is on par with that day's genius and is still fighting at a higher level at this moment.
"It seems that he has only been practicing for half a year, right?" A young man named Ye looked at the stern-faced Ye Fan on the stage and muttered unconsciously.
As his murmur fell, the surrounding air suddenly solidified, and everyone's whispers and breathing fell completely silent at this moment.
In the quiet arena, only the roar of the whirlpool could be heard clearly. A gust of breeze blew by, and everyone reluctantly came back to their senses, and their slightly horrified eyes returned to the arena again.
"Bang." The vortex hit Ye Feng hard, sending the latter flying more than ten meters before he hit the ground heavily in front of everyone's astonished eyes. The huge inertia made the ground hit by him fall apart.
A large human-shaped hole collapsed in them all. The deep mark seemed like a big hand tightly grasping everyone's heart.
"You lost."
Ye Fan steadily approached Ye Feng, who was lying on the ground with extremely weak breath, and his low words slowly sounded on the stage.
Hearing this, Ye Feng's face suddenly twitched violently. After a while, he nodded reluctantly and struggled to get up. A ferocious and vicious look suddenly flashed in his lowered eyes.
At the same time as the vicious color flashed, Ye Feng suddenly raised his hand, and his sleeves burst open in an instant. Then a cold light shot towards Ye Fan as fast as lightning. There was a faint
A pungent fishy smell emanated from the awn, which was obviously poisonous.