"Iron Shirt?" Zhanmut's expression fell into petrification, and his neck turned stiffly, facing Sect Master Zhou Hong over there.

"Evil obstacles, I have inherited five thousand years of Huaxia, and there are so many martial arts that you can't imagine!"

Zhou Hong raised his eyebrows and laughed loudly: "The iron cloth shirt is one of the signature martial arts of Buddhism, how can you, a foreign race, steal the name of the Egyptian physical technique with one finger?" ”

"Damn it!"

Zhanmut scolded viciously, he shook his head, and took advantage of Zhao Fan's defenselessness to suddenly launch an attack, this time performing another of the three stunts, called Shadowless Hand.

His right hand is equivalent to a waste, so he holds his left hand.

The palm of the five fingers spread out, as if it was divided into seven, it was impossible to distinguish which one was a phantom and which was an entity, and it was like a storm attacking the Chinese youth in his eyes.

At this time, Zhao Fan moved, his right hand turned into a palm, and then a deafening dragon roar sounded, and he went straight to the opponent's attack.

The dragon chant appeared, and six of Zhanmut's seven palm shadows disappeared at once, leaving only one real entity......

He realized that something was wrong, and panicked and tried to hide from it, but it was too late.

Zhao Fan's extremely domineering palm hit Zhanmut's left hand accurately.

Click!

Another sound of bones shattering echoed in the ears of thousands of spectators.

Zhanmut's entire left arm twisted like a wide noodle, and his body fell to the ground.

"This is the Ascending Dragon Palm of Huaxia Martial Arts." Zhao Fan's faint voice sounded, "It's a palm technique that I think is more rubbish, but it crushes your Egyptian martial arts." ”

The eyes of Zhou Hong and his nine disciples seemed to worship Jiangzhou Wuzun as a god.

"The legendary Ascending Dragon Palm?"

"It's worthy of Jiangzhou Wuzun, every move and style has its own sound effects, that dragon chant makes me have the illusion of a real dragon rising into the air."

They whispered.

Zhou Hong said with emotion: "Haven't you noticed that the momentum of Jiangzhou Wuzun's palm is indeed like a dragon soaring into the air?" He did only use the power of the innate level, not only that, but it was also the early stage of the innate stage, but he showed the long-lost Ascending Dragon Palm to the extreme, exactly the same as the records I saw in the ancient books. ”

When one family rejoices, one cries.

The blonde stunner and the referee in the audience, as well as the many audience members who supported the second kill emperor, their voices seemed to be irrigated by glue, and they couldn't make a sound, and they all looked at the Chinese young man who had descended from heaven dumbfounded.

The shadowless palm that killed the emperor in seconds had never been used in the past, and at the beginning of the cast, they were addicted to it, and they felt that it was too handsome, but they were not handsome for a second, and they were beaten back to their original shape, and even their entire arms were disabled by the opponent's domineering palm......

Zhao Fan indifferently hooked his finger at Zhanmut on the ground, "Get up, don't you still have an Egyptian physical technique?" It's also the last chance. ”

Zhanmut's heart was occupied by deep fear, and when he heard this, he felt that he had been humiliated like never before, forgetting the pain in his hands, and stood up on the ground, "My hands don't move, but I still have legs, Egyptian physical skills, invincible in the world!" ”

After speaking, he used the Chinese martial art of the anti-killing crusher, and he slashed the earth!

Moreover, it was all out of his legs together, turning into a V-shape, and the two knees collided straight like a locomotive.

Zhao Fan had no intention of hiding at all, and raised his left hand as lightly as a breeze, and that hand only stretched out his index finger and middle finger......

between the electric light and flint.

In the big screen in the eyes of thousands of viewers, Zhanmut, who was attacking frantically, had not yet hit the Chinese youth with his knees, and with the lightning stroke of the opponent's two fingers, he flew out upside down like a cannonball, and dragged it on the ground for a distance of up to ten meters after landing.