C28 (1/2)
Zhan Tianming's palm trembled, and Genuine Essence s immediately gushed out of it.
Suddenly, he stomped his feet on the ground, and rushed out towards Zhang Yong.
His palm suddenly slapped out.
Bang!
BOOM!
In the blink of an eye, the palm and the fist collided.
Zhan Tianming flew backwards and crashed into the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Puff!
Fresh blood sprayed out, dying his clothes red.
Zhan Tianming held one hand to his chest, only feeling the blood in his chest churning, it was extremely uncomfortable, but he continued to glare at Zhang Yong, his eyes filled with anger.
Slapping his palm on the ground, Zhan Tianming didn't care about the injuries in his body as he sprung up.
Nine Dragons Step!
His figure moved like lightning.
”Proud Dragon Repents!”
With a loud shout in his heart, Zhan Tianming struck out again.
Unfortunately, it still wasn't able to trigger double the power, or even a garrotte effect.
However, Zhan Tianming did not care about all that.
The dragon-shaped Genuine Essence whizzed out.
Seeing that Zhan Tianming who was once again rushing over with fighting intent that reached the clouds, Zhang Yong could not help but crease his eyebrows, the expression on his face changing several times.
Finally, his eyes revealed a trace of coldness.
Ka-cha! *
He clenched his fist and a wave of Genuine Essence gushed out of his dantian. They gathered on his fist in an instant, causing his fist to smash forward as if it was enveloped in a layer of green light.
Bang!
BOOM!
Puff!
The fist and palm clashed, and Zhan Tianming spat out another mouthful of blood, and was sent flying.
He slammed heavily onto the ground.
In his chest, his vital energy and blood tumbled even more violently, and even his face flushed red.
”Master, don't be rash.” The Little Purple sent a sound transmission.
Zhan Tianming glared at Zhang Yong, his fists making cracking noises, and once again fiercely slamming the ground.
Whoosh.
He rushed forward again.
He was really angry.
He could not contain his anger!
After all, Mu Hai was already dead, and now, even Liu Yu had gone missing.
All of this must have something to do with Zhang Yong.
Zhan Tianming who had already decided on this, was not afraid of death at all, his heart only had the thought of fighting to the death.
Fight!
If he was afraid of death and was afraid of it, was this still him?
I am the king of PVP, I have never been afraid to fight.
”Proud Dragon Repents!”
”Ding dong, trigger double the power.”
Zhan Tianming struck out his palm, an even more powerful palm force smashing towards Zhang Yong.
Seeing the Genuine Essence's might in Zhan Tianming's palm suddenly changing, even with Zhang Yong's mental fortitude, his face also changed abruptly.
His eyes shone brightly.
Suddenly, he turned around and was about to dodge Zhan Tianming's palm strike.
”Nine Dragons Step!”
Zhan Tianming took a series of steps in the air, his left foot stepped on his right foot, and his figure instantly changed direction as he charged towards Zhang Yong, who had already dodged.
At the same time, Proud Dragon Repents struck out.
”Humph!”
Zhang Yong let out a cold snort.
Suddenly, the Genuine Essence in his body rushed out.
He never thought that the palm power Zhan Tianming unleashed would actually make him throb a little.
What kind of palm technique was this?
Without time to think, Zhang Yong punched out.
”Collapsing Mountain Fist!”
BOOM!
Shoo! Shoo!
Shoo! Shoo!
The instant the sleeves of Zhan Tianming and Zhang Yong's hands collided, they exploded into pieces along with that muffled sound.
Tap, tap, tap!
Zhan Tianming was forced five steps back.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Zhang Yong took two steps back.
The surroundings were completely silent.