The shadows of palms and legs filled the sky, refusing to give way to each other. They had faced each other head-on for countless times.

The aftermath of the violent energy made everyone around him unable to stand and retreated one after another.

Even the arena, which was specially made of fine steel, had many potholes.

Bu Jingyun became more and more frightened as he fought.

He never thought that Duan Lang, whom he had never seen, would have such skills.

In the misty clouds, Bu Jingyun's eyes flashed with shock, then returned to indifference.

The palm shadows all over the sky also suddenly converged, and with only one movement of his palms, a fierce aura suddenly rose up.

An overwhelming energy burst out!

As the name suggests, this is the most powerful move in Paiyun Palm, which can overwhelm mountains and seas!

The terrifying energy is like a turbulent sea, one wave after another, one wave exceeds the other, with the power of destroying mountains, they all hit the broken waves!

While countless people were shocked by the power of this palm and their faces turned pale, Duanlang's expression remained as usual, he did not dodge or evade, and his feet were as if they were nailed to the ground.

Facing that palm that destroyed mountains and seas, I circled my hands.

"The world is shifting!"

A huge vortex seemed to appear out of thin air in the void. It was bottomless and all the terrifying waves were sucked in.

But he only turned around in a circle, and then turned around again and blasted back towards Bu Jingyun.

Both those watching the battle and Bu Jingyun himself were stunned.

Not to mention Bu Jingyun's own shock, in the blink of an eye, this blow, which was originally a palm strike by himself, became even more swift and violent, without giving him a chance to react. In his shock,

It had already hit him.

"puff!"

Blood spilled into the sky, and Bu Jingyun flew out of the ring and landed heavily on the ground.

"Junior Brother Yun!"

"Senior Brother Yun!"

Nie Feng and Qin Shuang flew out at the same time.

There was an uproar in the martial arts arena.

Xiongba's direct disciple, the mighty God of Death who doesn't cry, lost against a little handyman?

And he lost so cleanly!

Wen Chou Chou, who was beside Xiong Ba, was the first to recover from his shock. From the corner of his eye, he saw Xiong Ba's face sinking like water. He was shocked and jumped out, pointing his small fan at Duan Lang: "Duan Lang! You are so brave.

! How dare you use despicable means to assassinate Master Feng in a competition to win!"

"Why don't you kneel down and confess your sin!"

Duanlang stood on the ring and looked up at the high-ranking Xiongba. There was no fear in his eyes and he did not give in.

This blow had vented all his depression, and his body and mind suddenly felt lighter.

Suddenly I felt how ridiculous it was for me to try so hard to please Xiong Ba in the past.

"Duan Lang, you are in the Tianxiahui, where did you learn this martial arts? But what is the purpose of being ordered by others to join our Tianxiahui? Tell me, and I may spare your life."

Xiong Ba sat high on the dragon chair and spoke slowly.

The sound spread throughout the entire martial arts arena.

Everyone present was stunned.

Yes, how could a handyman have such skills?

It's a pity that even if this little handyman wins, not only will he not be able to become the hall leader, he may not even be able to save his life.

The endless pressure seemed to fall from the sky, weighing Duanlang so much that he couldn't breathe, his legs trembled, and he almost fell to his knees.

"Amitabha, the tyrant is indeed a tyrant. He can turn clouds and rain upside down and confuse right and wrong, but he just opens his mouth."
Chapter completed!