Chapter 6615

However, up to now, what sabayu can feel is the deep breath like a deep ocean. He can't find out how far Zhang Xiaofan's real cultivation of Zhenyuan has reached!

However, if we calculate according to Zhang Xiaofan's great achievements before, it will be a little bit better than the powerful one in the magical state. It's not good enough to be in front of the powerful one who is half step ahead of him?!

However, just now saibayu's all-out effort to attack a blow, unexpectedly in Zhang Xiaofan's open door state, can not give him a heavy blow?

Even, according to what Zhang Xiaofan said just now, his fist just brought him some trivial skin injuries, which is not worth mentioning at all!

What's more, this is not the most terrifying. The most terrifying thing is that Zhang Xiaofan's fist blow just now, with the momentum of thunder, is more than his "Siamese holy boxer".

In an instant, saibayu was forced to retreat for more than five or sixty Zhang.

What's more, just from a short fight with Zhang Xiaofan, intuition tells saibayu that Zhang Xiaofan didn't exert all his strength just now!

"Originally, what I just said today is to make a harmless joke and force you to come out of sabayu."

"However, just for the crazy words you just said in front of me, not only do you want to abolish my cultivation, but also my hands and feet?"

"Good... Very good... Very good..."

after the words were dropped, Zhang Xiaofan turned half around and looked at the disciples of the holy boxing sect thousands of feet away, showing a bloody smile.

"I'm sorry, it seems that you didn't look at the Yellow calendar today."

"Just because your patriarch has just made a quick speech, today, all of you here are going to die for shengquanmen!"

In the face of the cold face without any trace of emotion, the fear and fear of the holy fist sect from the elders to the Dharma protectors to the disciples and disciples has reached a point of exaggeration beyond words.

The next moment, Zhang Xiaofan hands high to the sky, mouth exposed a touch of cold radian, road.

"All over the world. All ashes, hot Hell --!"

Gorgeous flame waves swept across the night sky, still thousands of feet, hot air filled the sky and earth.

Zhang Xiaofan stood tall among the flames that day, his right arm was rapidly melted, and his left hand was filled with towering flames, just like the true God in the fire.

"Today, I, Zhang Wutian, want to turn Shengquan into Purgatory on earth."

The flame waves soar into the sky, which is as bright as the day within thousands of meters, and all the places you can see are gorgeous colors.

Zhang Xiaofan stands tall in the flames, and is towering over the world. His left hand is in charge of the flame, and his right hand is in charge of lava. It is like the God of fire coming, which makes the holy boxing door tremble.

As for the "holy boxer of Siam" below, sabayu's face was filled with deep horror and fear.

As you know, just now Zhang Xiaofan had no defenses and the empty door was wide open. He fought his own fist with his physical strength. Although it was bleeding, his momentum was still increasing www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!