C1207 Great Art of Killing

"Thunder Fist of Zhen Palace!"

With a light shout, Ye Feng stared straight at Fann Tian. The moment the Eagle-headed Demon Clan Martial Cultivator arrived, he suddenly threw out a punch.

It was as fast as lightning.

This punch was focused on extreme speed. When the fist passed by, there was only a silver light. It was not like a fist technique, but more like a lightning glow