Chapter 1687: Eight Sealed Arts >

recognize this as a Taoist temple.In the depths of the Arctic, no one has ever lived.Even the Blizzard Tribe, known for their resilience against wind and snow, dare not venture too deep into its dept..."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 bodyYu glanced at Mu Qingran and said.At this point, the situation in the square had become very chaotic.Some were screaming, some were shouting in alarm, and others were calling for the Lord's Manor and...