The two similar palm moves clashed heavily together.
In an instant, the pure black stone beneath their feet were crushed to powder and blew into the air. Under the black smoke, the two palms intertwined.
At first, Zhao Feng’s Mysterious Wind Palm slightly shook. But as time passed, it became even stronger.
“What kind of weird move is this… ?”
Ji Fengyun’s expression changed dramatically, he felt like he had fallen into a whirlpool and he couldn’t escape.