Chapter 1687: Eight Sealed Arts >

his is all Ouyang Xiu had to say about Daokong. 。At this moment, Huixu spoke, "" 。Fang Yu came back to his senses and said, "The Holy Academy is the most crucial place." 。"He nodded, frowning. "But at..."Boom!"

A powerful aura emanated from Mo Tu.

He stood right before Fang Yu, only half a meter away. He fiercely slapped out with his left palm!

"Bang!"

With a deafening boom, Mo Tu's left palm, carrying a blazing ball of spiritual energy, slammed into Fang Yu's chest.

Fang Yu stood his ground, not even dodging, allowing the palm strike to hit his chest.

A flash of coldness crossed Mo Tu's eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards.

"Bang!"

Mo Tu's left palm struck Fang Yu directly on the chest!

That mass of high-pressure spiritual energy exploded with a bang!

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Boom..."

Power spreads!

The entire world is trembling, the ground is shattering!

His powerful burst sent Mo Tu flying backwards over ten meters.

However... Fang Yu was still standing in place, a faint smile on his face.

Seeing this, Mo Tu's eyes flashed with astonishment.

Faced with the full force of his palm...not only did he not retreat half a step, but he remained unharmed

And when Fang Yu blocked this attack, he didn't release any aura.

To withstand... with just one's physical bodygjing Pavilion.A group of monks came down from the upper floors.At the head was an old man cloaked in black.He had a stern face and extremely sharp eyes. Every move he made seemed to subtly release an...