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Chapter 1687 Who Died?(2/2)

His arms sank.

Power surges like a pillar.

Madness pours out.

He punched the iron palm that was crushing his head.

The power of the God of Explosion also burst out.

Iron Palm snorted coldly, "Can a weak and weak fist like yours hurt me even half a cent?"

"snort!"

"Things that don't overestimate their own capabilities."

He didn't take it seriously at all. Long Fei was just a four-star cultivator. No matter how powerful he was, he couldn't hurt him in the slightest. Moreover... his name was Iron Palm.

Not only is his palm strength strong, but it also carries an iron-like defense!

Who can do anything to him?

Long Fei?

Not enough to watch at all!

At this time, an old man on the other side tightened his eyes and looked at Long Fei's punch seriously, "It's just ordinary. Is it really as powerful as Mr. Lan Mo said?"

He also had doubts in his heart.

Do not believe.

Because this was just an ordinary punch, with no surge of power visible.

It is impossible to cause damage to Iron Palm.

However.

Exploding God Fist is a special skill.

He is the product of combining Long Fei's spiritual treasure in the world of chaos, and the martial arts and magical powers condensed through the system furnace. He is an extremely special existence and extremely powerful.

Of course he couldn't tell.

"boom!"

Press down with one palm.

One punch.

The two forces collided together, Long Fei's body sank, his feet were pressed into the soil, and his joints cracked.

At this moment.

The surrounding disciples of the Black Knights all showed excited smiles, "This kid's body will explode soon."

"I've never seen anyone be able to withstand the captain's iron palm head-on."

"This kid is overestimating his abilities. He dares to confront the leader and is looking for death."



The old man thought so too.

at least.

It seemed that Long Fei couldn't resist it anymore.

But……
Chapter completed!
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