At this time, the bodies of Han Chen and Diabolo collided fiercely together again. As their fists and feet intertwined, the surging vitality continued to erupt like a tide.
"Wind and Thunder Palm" shouted softly, and a faint silver light emitted from Diabolo's face. He suddenly thrust out a palm, and the strong vitality lingered in his palm like a thick fog, and the sounds of chi chi continued to spread.
Buzz…
A dull buzzing sound suddenly came out, and soon a bolt of lightning emerged from the diabolo's palm, and a strong and somewhat horrifying aura continued to permeate from the palm, and then it was slapped hard at Han Chen.
"Three thousand phantoms."
Diabolo's palm shadow appeared in front of Han Chen like lightning. Feeling such a powerful attack, his face also changed color. At that moment, he did not dare to slack off at all, so he stomped the ground with both feet, and his body shape
He suddenly shot it backwards and snatched away the diabolo's powerful blow.
Quickly stabilizing his body, Han Chen also shed a trace of cold sweat on his face. Although the diabolo palm just now did not cause any substantial damage to himself, the strong wind made his eardrums hurt.
.
Shaking his swollen and painful head, Han Chen had a look of surprise on his face. Although this diabolo's real strength is only the solid second level, he has the very powerful Lei Yuan Ti. Therefore, his strength is sufficient.
It can be compared to the fourth level of solid, but even so, for a pervert like Han Chen, the strength of diabolo is somewhat dwarfed by comparison.
"Haha, little guy, this is only the second game. You don't need to show your true strength so early. You can just fight it out. Anyway, there is no time limit in this game." Just when Han Chen was surprised.
, Mr. Ling’s voice also came out slowly.
After hearing what Mr. Ling said, Han Chen pondered for a moment and then made up his mind. Mr. Ling was right. It is not good to reveal his true strength too early.
With this thought, Han Chen did not intend to fight head-on. He now wanted to defeat the enemy with one move and reserve his strength for the next battle.
Time passed by minute by minute, but the two could not tell the winner for a long time. Between the attack and defense, the two of them also consumed a lot of energy.
As the two continued to fight, the winners and losers had already been decided on the rest of the arena. At this time, those who lost were leaving in disgrace, while those who won had their eyes fixed on that spot.
Above two figures, black and gray.
"Hey, who is this young man in black? He was able to fight with that diabolo for so long without losing."
"I don't know. Anyway, Old Harada seems to attach great importance to him. I just saw them talking happily."
"Haha, no matter who this young man is, anyway, as long as the diabolo uses his unique skill later, this kid will definitely be defeated."
Watching the battle in the field, there were also whispers from time to time.
Although Han Chen heard what was said off the court, he ignored it.
"Haha, Han Chen, it seems that I can only use a special move. You are too strong. If I don't use that move, I will probably lose." He quickly stabilized his body, and on Diabolo's face, a silk thread appeared on his face.
Sweat was pouring out, and his face was a little pale. It was obvious that he had suffered a lot just now.
Listening to Diabolo's words, Han Chen grinned and said, "Then please enlighten me."
"I'm sorry," he said lightly. Diabolo's face suddenly became quite strange. He shouted angrily, and his tyrannical vitality began to circulate crazily. At that moment, it quickly gathered in the palm of his hand, and a series of low buzzing sounds continued to spread.
He came out, and immediately a palm of vitality with a faint silver light appeared in front of him.
"Devil's Thunder Palm." His face became a little pale. Diabolo looked at Han Chen indifferently, but his expression was a little weird. This Demon's Thunder Palm is a Xuan-level advanced martial art, but for him now, he can only use it twice.
Originally, he planned to use it as a special move in the finals, but now he has to use it in advance. However, he has no other way to do this, otherwise he would never do it.
"What a powerful move." Looking at the quickly condensed vitality palm prints, Han Chen's face changed slightly. The vitality transformed into a shape. This is the sign of Xuan-level advanced martial arts, which means the magic thunder palm in Diabolo's mouth.
It was a Xuan-level martial skill. Of course, he was not surprised by this.
"Take the move." With a faint smile, the diabolo looked at Han Chen with a somewhat crazy expression. Although he had no grudges with the latter, he had to enter this thunder pool to practice. People are always selfish. For
He is not willing to sacrifice himself or others.
With this thought, the diabolo slowly exhaled, then suddenly drank, and slapped the vitality palm print in front of him towards Han Chen.
The vitality palm print, mixed with the sound of piercing the eardrum, appeared not far away from Han Chen.
Feeling the terrifying energy fluctuations coming from the silver palm print, Han Chen's face also changed a little. He also sighed lightly, and then his face turned cold.
"Lingxi finger." He shouted softly in his heart, and Han Chen instantly became serious. The energy around his body was running wildly, and he poured it into his right hand.
At this time, powerful energy fluctuations continued to spread from Han Chen's right hand, and traces of energy that made people feel palpitated continued to spread out.
The two fingers were curled together, and the tyrannical vitality was constantly rolling like spring water. Immediately, a big finger of vitality that emitted a fiery red light quickly condensed and formed.
"It's amazing. It seems that this boy named Han Chen deliberately hid his strength just now. Hey, now it's interesting. I wonder which one of these two is stronger and which one is weaker now?"
"I think no matter how powerful this kid is, he can't be that powerful, but he actually has Xuan-level advanced martial arts. I really don't know who this kid is. He has such achievements at such a young age."
"Haha, don't try to catch this kid's attention. If we confront him, we will definitely not be able to block his move."
The appearance of Han Chen's big vitality finger made those people whisper again.
call out……
Fingers and palms collided hard together, and the vitality of two different attributes continued to erode each other. A sizzling sound came out, and under such mutual erosion, the light on the fingers and palms also became
Extremely bleak.
boom……
The light was extremely dim. However, at this moment, there was a sudden clicking sound on the Yuan Qi palm print. Immediately, a crack like a spider web slowly spread on the Yuan Qi palm print.
PS: Is An Ye's writing bad? Why has no one rewarded it until now? Why do others have seven or eight gold medals, but An Ye only has a pitiful one?