Or punch or palm, or chop or chop.

All kinds of attacks were unleashed without reservation.

It can be said that the Eight Immortals cross the sea, each showing their magical powers!

In order to kill Ye Fan, these people also worked hard, using all their housekeeping skills one by one.

The entire West Lake is boiling violently like boiling water.

These people in front of them may not be strong enough if they are singled out.

But what about when ten people, a hundred people get together?

As the saying goes, a hundred rivers form a sea, and as the saying goes, a single spark can start a prairie fire.

When countless weak people gather together, they can naturally erupt with incomparably majestic power.

After everyone made moves one after another, He Chen among the crowd no longer hesitated.

His brows and eyes are cold, and his old eyes are like torches.

In the dantian, there is energy gathering.

Within the tendons, there is qi and blood rushing.

Infinite power began to condense towards his palm.

The whole person is like a bow that gradually opens.

Until finally, pull into a full moon.

"Overlord Divine Palm!"

Boom~

A deep and loud shout was earth-shattering.

Thousands of powers are released instantly.

Chu Wenfei and others in the distance saw a majestic palm print sweeping out.

Until the attack of the crowd gathered together.

As the saying goes, quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

With so many people working together, the countless attacks gathered together to form a huge energy storm.

Like a prehistoric beast, roaring and roaring, it swept towards Ye Fan's direction.

Wherever it passes along the way, the wind and clouds are rolling, and the mountains and rocks are collapsing.

The entire West Lake was almost completely overturned.

"This~"

"This~this..."

Seeing such a terrifying scene before them, Chu Wenfei, Yang Zijiang and others were completely stunned. JrNovels.com