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Chapter 1680 The Lost Martial Arts

The raindrops fell on the master's nose.

The Grand Master subconsciously reached out and touched it, twisting it at his fingertips.

Next second.

His face suddenly changed drastically!

I saw that the skin of the rain was twisting the rainwater with a few fingers, as if it was corroded by sulfuric acid! The skin quickly rotted, black smoke was emitted, and the rugged white bones were exposed, which was shocking!

"ah!"

"ah!!!!!"

The Grand Master widened his eyes and looked at his fingers with only three bones left. His face was pale, his mouth widened, and screamed loudly!

"Ghost Rain, it turns out to be Ghost Rain!!!"

A grandmaster's face changed and he screamed in horror.

Seeing this, Cao Yuan's face changed drastically. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky: "Be careful, everyone goes into the house, don't be wet by this ghost rain!"

Guiyu, a word that once scared the martial arts of China.

Cao Yuan didn't even have time to think too much, so he leaned out his hand. Before escaping, the first one was to take Lu Fan away!

The palm stretched out, and a huge bloody handprint appeared out of thin air, emitting a terrifying smell of blood, like a sea of ​​blood, and rushed towards Lu Fan directly!

Lu Fan's face darkened, he held Liu Qingqing with his left hand and punched him with his right hand!

"Bang!"

The simple and unpretentious flesh fist is in sharp contrast with the overwhelming huge bloody handprints.

In the air, suddenly contact!

"Buzz!"

A sound like a loud bell and Dalu was shaken suddenly rang in the air!

The air ripples visible to the naked eye quickly spread around the junction with the junction as the center!

Wherever the ripples pass, it is like the baptism of the strong wind!

Those great masters who had not had time to escape were directly overturned to the ground on the spot!

"Puff puff puff puff!"

Blood was sprayed from their mouths.

Everyone's face was pale, blood was hanging on the corners of their mouths, and their faces were full of incredible!

Lu Fan can actually compete with Cao Yuan!

What is this concept?

The real strongest man of the Cao family, who looked down on most of the Chinese martial arts existence, was actually caught by Lu Fan steadily!

Cao Yuan also looked at Lu Fan in surprise. His bloody handprint had already been perfect, even far beyond Cao Sheng.

He was actually taken by Lu Fan's unremarkable punch.

The most important thing is that Lu Fan did not feel any fluctuations in his true energy from the beginning to the end.

"Is this the adventure you encountered in Japan?"

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Cao Yuan's mouth: "Then I won't keep you. Although this ghost rain is terrifying, in my opinion, compared to you, these things are not worth mentioning!"

"Lu Fan, no matter who comes to save you today, you will never be able to escape from my palm!"

"boom!"

The momentum of the strongest man suddenly erupted on Cao Yuan!

The figure of him flashed and disappeared in an instant.

The next second, a blood-red hand slapped him head-on and he was about to directly grab Lu Fan's neck.

"Bang!"

A fist directly penetrated the bloody handprint at a faster speed and suddenly hit the air behind him!

"Bang!"

Another dull collision sound exploded out of thin air.

Before the sound had fallen, Cao Yuan's figure suddenly flashed out and looked at Lu Fan in shock: "Bagua Thunder Fist?"

Lu Fan smashed out a punch, piercing through the bloody handprint, and directly carrying a space-locking aura, directly smashing Cao Yuan, who had disappeared, and had to show up to take the initiative to take the punch.

"It's the Bagua Thunder Fist that has disappeared for thousands of years. Lu Fan, where did you learn it?"
Chapter completed!
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