C676 Buddha Zhan Qinglian

It was an ordinary palm, simple and unadorned. Gu Fei's movements were extremely slow, his palms slowly pushed forward, but the strong pressure was like a sharp divine weapon, causing the people in the distance to feel as if blades were pouncing towards them.

In front of his right palm, strong heavenly winds raged, the power of the Ji Yang surged, the white light was like a wave