The surviving members of Shengye, a generation of powerful men in the imperial realm, knelt down and died.
The Dark Ancient Clan originally thought that China was just a place where martial arts had declined, and that sending a powerful Emperor-level warrior to them at will would be enough to run rampant in all directions, and no one could defeat them.
Who would have thought that it would be a big mistake? A plain old man is killing the Emperor with his own hands!
As for the blood demon, he was already heartbroken, and his face was filled with extreme fear. In his knowledge, there were only a few dark ancient tribesmen who could possess such terrifying combat power.
Even if it is the Blood Moon Ancient Clan, only the Blood Emperor's resurrection can resist the old man in front of him, right?
Although the blood demon was frightened, there was still a trace of doubt in his heart. With the unfathomable strength of the old man in front of him, it would be easy to kill him.
After all, even Saint Feit in the Supreme Emperor Realm was killed by him with one hand.
However, in the previous battle, the old man's boxing power only continuously injured him and did not take the opportunity to kill him, which made him very puzzled.
The blood demon used the forbidden secret method of sacrificing blood to the blood moon one after another, but it was repeatedly destroyed by Old Man Ye's fist shadow section. Now he has no energy left to use this forbidden secret method again.
After all, although this forbidden secret method is incredibly powerful and can increase combat power in a short period of time, it consumes a huge amount of money and will also cause damage to one's own martial arts origins.
Up to now, the blood demon has been unable to do the blood sacrifice to Blood Moon, and due to the injury, its own combat power may not even be able to reach the imperial realm.
Old Man Ye was not in a hurry to kill the blood demon. He glanced at the blood demon and turned his old eyes to look at the battlefield on Ye Junlang's side.
At this time, the fight between Ye Junlang and the two powerful quasi-emperors basically came to an end.
The two powerful quasi-emperors were heavily injured and were completely suppressed by Ye Junlang. With Saint Feite being killed, this was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing their own beliefs and fighting spirit to completely collapse.
Ye Junlang seized this opportunity. He stepped forward forcefully and used the Jiuxiao Mountain River Fist one after another. Under the force of the abyss, the whole space roared and vibrated.
, that fist-like intention as thick as a mountain was also revealed, killing with a devastating momentum.
Bang! Bang!
These two quasi-emperors were no longer able to resist, and could only watch helplessly as Ye Junlang's unparalleled punch struck their bodies, knocking them away and thus ending their lives.
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"call!"
Ye Junlang breathed a sigh of relief. In one night, he killed six quasi-emperor realm experts. If he said he was not tired, it would be a lie. Moreover, he also paid a lot of price. His injuries were not serious, but they were definitely not.
light.
"Boy Ye, don't be in a hurry to take a breather." Old Ye's voice came, and then the old man said, "Oh, this man's physical strength is no longer good when he is old. The old man is tired now, and there is one last guy left, so I will leave it to you.
Bar."
Ye Junlang's face was startled. He knew that Saint Feite had been killed and there was still a blood demon left in the field.
Does Old Man Ye mean to let him deal with the blood demon?
Although the blood demon was injured, he was still a genuine half-step to the imperial realm, and he was from an ancient clan and could not match the strength of a half-step to the emperor like Bishop Shura.
Not to mention that he was injured now, even in his heyday, Ye Junlang was self-aware and knew that he was definitely no match for the blood demon.
"Old man Ye, this guy's strength has reached the half-step to the emperor level, which is equivalent to the strength of the quasi-full saint in the ancient martial arts world." Ye Junlang reminded him angrily.
Old man Ye glared at Ye Junlang and said, "What? Are you scared?"
"I...of course I'm not afraid. I'm just fighting against someone who is half-stepped to the imperial realm. It's not like I've never fought against an opponent of this level."
Ye Junlang muttered. He had fought against Bishop Shura at this level before, but there was no comparison between Bishop Shura and the Blood Demon.
"It's okay if you're not afraid. The old man specially left this devilish guy here just to let you practice your skills. Just go up and attack him and use this person to hone your martial arts."
Old Man Ye said calmly.
Practice your hands?
Ye Junlang was stunned for a moment, remembering what Old Man Ye had said before, asking him to get rid of the four gangsters first and then take them to practice with them.
At that time, Ye Junlang didn't understand what Old Ye meant by his words, but now he finally woke up.
It turned out that what Old Man Ye meant by taking him to practice was to use the blood demon as an opponent for sparring.
As soon as he thought about this, Ye Junlang also became excited. He walked towards the blood demon, staring at the blood demon as if looking at a delicious prey. He said: "It's amazing to reach the emperor in half a step? I really think you guys
Can the ancient tribe do whatever they want all over the world? If you are so arrogant when you enter China, then you will never come back!"
As he spoke, Ye Junlang's own fighting spirit emerged again, and he looked down at the blood demon.
The blood demon looked stunned. What the hell does this mean? He's just a king-level guy, and he wants to deal with me personally?
Even if Ye Junlang is strong enough to defy the heavens, he will be able to kill a quasi-emperor level expert at the king level.
However, the gap is still irreparable compared with the real emperor-level powerhouses, let alone a powerhouse like Blood Demon who is half-step to the emperor level.
Therefore, even if Ye Junlang has shown himself to be powerful enough, the blood demon is still confident that it can kill Ye Junlang in a single strike.
"You want to fight me?"
The blood demon's eyes narrowed, and as he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Old Man Ye from the corner of his eye.
The blood demon thought, with a terrifying figure like Old Man Ye present, he would definitely not be able to escape tonight. But if Satan came to challenge him without knowing the heights of the world, if he could take the opportunity to kill Satan, even if he was killed by Old Man Ye in the end
No matter if you take action to suppress it, there will be no regrets.
"More than just a fight, I want to kill you!"
Ye Junlang opened his mouth, but as soon as he finished his words, he had already rushed forward. His fists evolved, and a boundless fist intention emerged. The fists were powerful and endless, seeming to conquer the entire world.
To be shrouded under the pressure of this punch.
"court death!"
A flash of violent murderous intent flashed in the blood demon's eyes.
After all, he is an emperor-level powerhouse of the Blood Moon Ancient Clan, and he still needs to have dignity. How can he be provoked by a person in the king-level realm?
The blood demon's own emperor-level power stirred up, and layers of scarlet aura filled the air, surrounding its body and becoming invisible like a long river of blood.
"Blood Moon Swallowing Heaven Fist!"
The blood demon rushed forward in the cold drink, the speed reached an extreme, and at the same time, the fist he evolved revealed a blood-colored killing intention, and the terrifying and boundless emperor-level power was in
The surge, like a blood moon that chooses and devours people, enveloped Ye Junlang.
At that moment, Ye Junlang's face changed slightly. Even though the blood demon's fist had not yet arrived, he could definitely sense that the emperor-level power that exploded from the blood demon's fist was stronger than Shura's back then.
The bishop is too powerful.
Even so, Ye Junlang was still fearless, and the punches he unleashed were attacking with indomitable momentum.