Chapter 287

However, Wu He Rong's fist was almost powerful.

Even if the momentum of terror swept the four sides, the wind of fists made Ye Fan's sleeves make a strong noise, and his hair in front of his forehead was as messy as snow.

"Mr. Chu, be careful ~"

the fight is imminent. How sudden was Wu Helong's punch?

The fist of iron and steel takes up the wind and waves, but it sweeps across the world. The majestic momentum makes people feel like facing mountains.

Even if Chen AO and others more than ten meters away feel pressure, their faces suddenly change.

Just now, Wu He Rong defeated Meng Baichuan, the commander-in-chief of Jiangdong Military District, with this fist, and then killed Meng Baichuan with several moves.

Now Wu He Rong's old trick is repeated, but Chen Ao, Li Laoer and others are immediately worried.

I'm afraid Ye Fan will repeat the mistakes of Meng Baichuan.

When Chen AO and others are worried, Wu Helong's fist has already been smashed, and the steel fist is straight leaf fan's chest.

Facing Wu He Rong's fierce attack, Ye Fan is calm as usual.

There was still a faint smile on his pretty face. People could not see any panic and panic in his eyes, but only the calm like the water stop of Pinghu Lake.

"Pretend to be calm!"

"When I hit this fist, can you still pretend to come out?"

Wu He Rong angrily drinks, Ye Fan's expression, let him have a kind of despised anger.

As a result, under the ferocious burst drink, Wu He Rong's fist strength in the hand suddenly became fierce several points.

Bang ~

iron fist smashes the air wave.

Seeing that Wu He Rong's blow was about to hit Ye Fan's chest, who could have thought that Ye Fan's body immediately turned back, a beautiful iron plate horizontal bridge.

Hu ~

the giant fist is carrying the air wave, so it wipes the corner of Ye Fan's clothes and roars away.

"Ha ha ~"

"escaped!"

"Beautiful!"

"Mr. Chu is so powerful ~"

"this iron cross bridge alone has surpassed a fool who thinks he is Guan Gong alive a thousand times."

Seeing ye fan dodging Wu He Rong's fist, Chen AO and others suddenly relaxed, and they all spilled cold sweat on their back unconsciously.

Excited, Li Er even laughed.

His voice was not small. It seemed that he intended to say it to someone.

sure enough, Zhao Wuji's face darkened at that time, and he snorted coldly: "don't be complacent too soon."

"And it's just a risk."

"He can have this kind of luck once, but can't he do it again?"

As soon as Zhao Wuji said this, Wu He Rong's second punch hit the ring again.

Ye Fan side to hide, but Wu He Rong's attack fell into the void again.

This hit the face too fast, like a tornado, Zhao Wuji's old face turned green into excrement at that time, but he couldn't say a word.

"Ha ha ~"

"Mr. Zhao, does this face hurt?"

Li Er's laughter came out at the right time.

But Zhao Wuji has already said coldly: "what are you proud of?"

"Can he avoid it once or twice, can he still avoid it ten times and a hundred times?"

"If you keep it for a long time, you will lose it."

"Sooner or later, he will be defeated by Wu He Rong."

Zhao Wu's very cold voice sounded, Chen AO and other people's faces also immediately sank down.

Sure!

Zhao Wuji's words are ugly, but they are not unreasonable.

From the beginning of the battle to now, it seems that ye fan is not damaged by Wu He Rong's fist, but he has been beaten by Wu He Rong all the time.

In this way, it is inevitable to lose.

"Mr. Chu, you must win!" Chen AO and others prayed in their hearts.

However, how can they know the collapse of Wu He Rong.

At this time, Wu He Rong was almost mad.

From the beginning of the battle to now, he has not less than ten punches and kicks, but the young man in front of him looks like a loach.

Clearly every time almost can hit his body, but every time brush his body.

He couldn't even touch his clothes.