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Chapter 1858 too young

"Boy, you are too young after all!" Although Master Zhan said this, he did not dare to feel at all assured and wary in his heart.

Because years of fighting experience tells him that he should not be careless in everything. If he cares a lot, you will not be far from failure. There are many things that bring sorrow to extreme happiness. He does not want to be one of them.

Sect Master Zhan said casually, a huge iron fist was already ruthlessly attacking the opponent who came to him as if lightning speed was so fast that he could not hide his ears.

The power of the sect leader Zhan blew up Lu Xuan's hair.

Lu Xuan sneered in the corner of his mouth, his eyes were filled with strong confidence, and his fists almost hit the back and intercepted them in front of Master Zhan's fist. The two fists collided and the true energy burst out.

The face of Master Zhan's sect was slightly cold. The second fist crossed the boundary between space and distance without thinking, but was collided by another fist that also came unexpectedly.

The frequency of punches is gradually accelerating. The force of the two fists colliding is getting bigger and bigger, and the aura bursting out layer by layer, spreading outwards with the collision point between the two fists as the center, which is not intense.

As the frequency of punches increased, the two arms flew in the air and collided, turning into dark shadows in the sky, like two barriers, or like the rotating gears of the fan-shaped bodies constantly rubbing and collating with each other.

The two men of the strong wind meeting were flying, and the sect leader Zhan finally changed a little. He was a little panicked and found that the opponent's punching speed was still increasing when he had reached the limit, and his strength was also increasing.

The pressure he was under was getting bigger and bigger, and such a change had already exceeded his expectations, making his originally stable and calm mind a little uneasy.

Master Zhan couldn't help but curse secretly, what was going on?

The thoughts in his mind made the frequency of Master Zhan’s punching gradually unable to keep up with the other party. The other party’s fist covering his fists like a lot of phantoms made him very difficult.

It seemed as if a mountain was constantly pressing towards him, and the other party's terrible momentum was slowly eroding his calm and quiet mentality for many years.

Sect Master Zhan saw the cold and erect murderous intent in the other party’s extremely cold eyes, as if the air conditioner released by Han Bing!

At this moment, Master Zhan's heart was constantly collapsing and tightening, and the sweat on his forehead continued to seep out, and a few points of it even penetrated into his eyes. Fortunately, the fight is no longer dependent on his eyes, otherwise, he would probably face defeat immediately.

However, the situation is not much better now. Once you have fear in your heart and fear something in your heart, no matter how strong he is when facing this person, he will be greatly reduced by the subtle psychology of fear.

The sect leader showed his shape and his magnificent body rushed down like a goshawk, Bora, and his right palm was already carrying a slight sound of wind and thunder to turbulently rush towards the most powerful Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan was very excited because he could already feel the powerful power of the dying man Zhan, the dying man, who was especially facing such a master who was famous for his speed.

Master Zhan opened his arms and looked excited, but his heart became extremely serious. He longed for strength and fighting, but he was even more eager to step on such a young master on his feet.

If a younger generation of masters is strangled into the cradle, this feeling will be even more enjoyable!

Everyone was screaming, it was hard to imagine this shocking battle, so exciting! s8f2

In this battle, Lu Xuan will surely shake the entire ancient martial arts world again!

With the arrival of the strong wind, the palm of Sect Master Zhan, filled with extremely domineering and fierce aura, fell from the sky, and roaring sounds of wind and thunder appeared in the air. The wide range of its cover and its powerful power were shocking.

Sect Master Zhan sealed every corner where Lu Xuan could dodge, forcing him to retreat without any effort, and he could only fight hard.

Lu Xuan felt unprecedented pressure. The powerful palm had not touched it, but the strong wind formed before the attack had already made him unable to breathe and his heart beat faster.

However, Lu Xuan's eyes were not shocked, and he did not change color at all. He turned his palms and raised them up without fear. The true energy in his body quickly penetrated the meridians under the strong pressure, following a wonderful route and gathered and dispersed, and was instantly harmonious many times.

Finally, a strange internal energy was formed, swelling upwards and swelling from the palm of the palm when it was connected to the palm that fell from the sky.

"Boom!" The three palms were connected, and the energy exploded violently. The surging true energy rushed towards all directions with the two of them as the center, pushing the people standing near the surroundings staggeringly and rolling, falling backwards and retreating.

Even the dust on the ground was stirred up in the air, almost blurring everyone's vision. At the same time, there was a strange cold air mixed in the fierce true energy, which caused the temperature of the surrounding space to drop a lot. The sudden cold air made everyone shudder.

The body of Sect Master Zhan flipped back in the air and landed three meters away. The chill from his palm had no effect on him at all, because he supported himself with his breath and his spirit at this moment.

The concrete ground within one meter of Lu Xuan's feet was stretched and cracked densely like a spider web under the action of powerful shock.

Especially the place where the feet were stomping, two footprints were deeply trapped, all of which showed how powerful the attack just now was.

Lu Xuan's face turned red like a sculpture and gasped slightly, trying to calm down the blood swelling in his chest. Under the other party's palm, he seemed to have suffered a small loss, but this was because of this, the excitement in Lu Xuan's eyes became even stronger.

The stronger the enemy, the greater the fighting spirit!

The showdown just now seemed to be evenly matched, but one side was calm and calm, one side was churning with blood, the other side only used a single palm, while the other side tried their best to do their best. The victory or defeat was self-evident.

Even so, it still cannot cover up the extremely excited excitement in Lu Xuan's heart. His qi rises into his Dantian and walks through the twelve floors, like mist rising up, like nectar falling down, as if the sky is rising, like the winding clouds and rain, his whole body is comfortable and cool.

As if he felt the fighting spirit coming from Lu Xuan's eyes, the leader Zhan narrowed his eagle's eyes, and his knife-like sharpness shone out, and he snorted coldly.
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