Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

I saw Wang Tu turning his palms together, and hundreds of fists shining with purple light appeared around his body, each of them was very huge. If Fan Tianluo's small face was punched, it would probably turn into a hole directly.

Gorgeous fighting skills made the atmosphere warm in the arena. Everyone cheered together, and they were nervous. They didn't know how Fan Tianluo would dodge or disperse so many fists. In the eyes of many people, there was no way to hide, even if they turned around immediately Running, being chased by so many fists is definitely not a happy thing.

"That's right, look at my second move, Remnant Cloud Meteor Palm!" Brahma Luo Jiao shouted, still standing straight, her body didn't even move.

I saw the air around Fantianluo turning rapidly, this powerful fluctuation of combat skills, so that people with low strength around can see the colorless air change strangely, immediately forming countless palms, like shooting stars He shot hundreds of fists at Wang Tu.

The size of the palm is much smaller than Wang Tu's fist, but the number of meteors is incomparably frightening. The air makes harsh waves, as if being pierced by meteors, which makes the eardrums numb.

Everyone in the audience stared dumbfounded at the impact of the two forces. Countless palms were instantly rendered purple under Wang Tu's purple light fist, like countless bees, palms spread all over the surroundings, and they were everywhere. The momentum is even more frightening.

The sound of "Puff!" was endless, and Wang Tu's old face was already very ugly. He didn't expect that the Variety Fist, which he had always been proud of, would not benefit from this woman's hands, and was torn apart cruelly one by one. Break up and make him blush.

You must know that what everyone sees is that all his fists are surrounded, torn, and crushed by Fan Tianluo's densely packed palms that look like locusts passing through. When I went out, I was frightened.

After all the big fists were crushed, his figure retreated immediately, but he still felt the strong wind of invisible soul power rushing towards him before it slowly weakened, but cold sweat was already breaking out from his back.

Fan Tianluo smiled slightly and said, "Now is the third move of my combat technique. I haven't used it yet, Mr. Wang must be careful." An incomparably elegant lotus handprint is what everyone calls the orchid finger, but it is supported by the other hand. From a distance, it looks like a noble and sacred Guanyin showing her Guanyin finger.

The air around her twisted again, forming countless cyclones. Although it was colorless, everyone felt a terrifying aura.

Wang Tu's face was solemn, and his whole body exploded with fighting spirit. The purple light formed a purple battle armor around his body, defending himself airtight.

"Remnant Cloud Lotus Hand!" Fantianluo spat out the name of the move lightly from her small mouth. At the same time, in front of her, the air has slowly formed a huge lotus handprint like copying the lotus handprint on her chest. This handprint covers the sky and covers the sky, covering the clouds Blinding the sun, it stood in front of her like a giant mountain.

In order for Wang Tu to see her handprints, Fantianluo surged with lavender fighting spirit without hesitation, filling up the entire lotus handprint.

When the audience saw a huge lotus handprint standing in the middle of the square, everyone looked up in shock.