a faint purple awn appeared on the chest. A familiar and incomparable breath of the meridians and branches of the body started to move by themselves. In an instant, it moved to the center of the palm. However, it seemed that the movement was extremely slow, but in the eyes of the public, it was unreal and unreal.

just in the middle of everyone's surprise, a piece of purple electricity shot out of Mo Ran's palm. That piece of purple electricity not only brought a sound of breaking the air, but also drew a small crack in the plain space.

"Zi ~, Peng ~"

the squint of the purple electricity...