Ge Tong, the old man in gray clothes, did not deny Ye Junlang's words. He looked at Ye Junlang coldly with his gray eyes and said: "With your foundation and physical strength, you are unparalleled even in the ancient martial arts world."
It’s such a pity that there are so many materials that can be made.”
"Hahaha——" Ye Jun laughed loudly. He could hear the deep meaning in Ge's call. It was just a pity that he was about to die here. He was filled with pride and said, "Old man,
Does it mean I will die here? I don’t believe in fate, I only believe in my fists. If you want me to die, then go ahead!”
As Ye Junlang shouted violently, a majestic and powerful momentum spread out from his body. There seemed to be blazing fire in his eyes, and his boundless fighting spirit reached its peak.
At this moment, Ye Junlang's own aura was already unrivaled by thousands of people. It was a feeling of pride and an invincible belief.
As he said, he only believed in his fists.
However, the old man in gray clothes in front of him was very powerful. This power was not just a little bit stronger than the mad lion and the black sword that he killed, but it was that he was powerful to a new level, to a new level.
Ye Junlang is still fearless. He is not afraid of strong enemies and firmly believes in his invincibility.
Ye Junlang is standing here, and he is like a giant mountain. He has formed a general trend, a magnificent and boundless trend. Even if there are thousands of powerful enemies in front of him, he is not afraid!
It is a kind of honor for a man to die in battle; it is a blood-stained style for a man to kill a powerful enemy.
Yang Rui's face was pale and he had already stopped talking.
He had a feeling of coldness all over his body. A chill rose from the soles of his feet and spread throughout his body, sending him into an ice cellar.
Especially when Ye Junlang's indifferent eyes glanced at him just now, he felt as if he had been pricked by a needle, and he couldn't help but feel a creepy feeling.
He had been comforting himself in his mind that with the presence of Second Master Situ and the old man in gray, Ye Junlang would definitely die, but this kind of self-consolation was of no use at all.
As Ye Junlang's own momentum became stronger and stronger, the fear in his heart became stronger.
Perhaps, for him, he would only truly relax when Ye Junlang died completely. Otherwise, as long as Ye Junlang was still breathing, he would always have this sense of panic and pressure.
Somehow, Situ Liuyun suddenly felt that the man opposite him, standing proudly like a javelin and as imposing as a towering mountain, was dazzling, and it also made him feel a kind of pressure and panic inexplicably.
The sudden appearance of this feeling made him feel incredible. In his opinion, under Ge Tong's attack, this young man would definitely die. Why did he feel pressure and panic?
As the second son of the Situ family, he has always been aloof and looked down on others. How had he ever felt such an inexplicable feeling of panic?
This made him feel humiliated and angry, and he just wanted to immediately kill the man in front of him who was as dazzling as a bright sun in the night.
Therefore, Situ Liuyun said in a deep voice: "Mr. Ge, kill this man for me, and then I will cut his throat with my own hands."
The old man in gray clothes finally moved. His face was indifferent, and there was no change in emotion on his old face. He just raised his legs and walked towards Ye Junlang.
The old man in gray still lacked any aura, which was in sharp contrast to Ye Junlang's majestic momentum, which was as towering as a giant mountain.
However, when the old man in gray took his first step forward, the pupils in Ye Junlang's eyes suddenly shrank, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
It’s really not that powerful!
Ye Junlang sighed in his heart. The old man in gray didn't seem to have the slightest breath coming out, but in fact, his own terrifying pressure had condensed into a point and was crushing Ye Junlang invisibly.
This invisible momentum can only be felt by Ye Junlang. Because of this, Ye Junlang laments the power of the old man in gray. He can control his own momentum to such an exquisite level. He is naturally an unimaginable strong man.
"After tonight, there will be no one like you in the world."
Ge Tong said in an indifferent tone.
Ye Junlang took a deep breath, then exhaled heavily, spit out a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, and said in a cold voice: "Stop talking nonsense and let's fight."
As he spoke, Ye Junlang moved and used the dodge technique.
call!
The speed was so fast that he was in front of the old man in gray in an instant.
Such a speed of dodge finally caused Ge Tong's face to change slightly, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, but he soon returned to calm.
boom!
Ye Junlang punched out, condensing his strongest critical strike power into this punch, transforming into the shape of a dragon. There seemed to be a dragon's roar resounding in the dark, and a corpse was heard.
The terrifying coercion like a mountain of blood and a sea of blood swept across with the fist, and it blasted towards the old man in gray.
This punch is the strongest among Longying's whale-killing fists - killing whales in the sea!
The violent fists, the boundless explosive power, and the murderous bloody aura all gathered together, and followed this "killing whales in the sea" attack forward.
"retreat!"
Ge Tong shouted loudly. With this loud shout, a powerful martial arts aura finally rose into the sky. He raised his hand into a fist, and the dark power of his own Martial Master Realm was condensed out. This was still the second time.
The power of heavy dark energy.
When Ge Tong punched, his strongest second level of dark power was also blasted out with the punch. In an instant, the blazing light of the fist seemed to be burning like a small sun, burning the eight wastelands.
The momentum caught up with Ye Junlang's punch.
Burning Huang Zhaoyang Fist!
This is a powerful ancient martial art.
Boom!
The fists of the two struck together, erupting with a deafening and terrifying pressure. The arousing energy swept along in all directions, like an angry ocean tide rising in the void, which was extremely terrifying.
The power of critical strike and the power of dark energy bombarded each other.
The moment the fists clashed, Ye Junlang's expression suddenly changed. The old man in gray's own dark power was several times more powerful than the mad lion and black sword combined.
This is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that the power of the dark force has unparalleled penetrating and lethality. The force seems to have turned into an actual blade, forcefully killing Ye Junlang himself.
The force of the critical strike cut it into pieces.
Then, swept by Ge Tong's powerful dark force, Ye Junlang opened his mouth and groaned, and took a few steps back uncontrollably!
Ge Tong was still standing where he was. The punch just now failed to injure Ye Junlang, but only forced him back. This really surprised him. He had a brand new view of Ye Junlang's tyrannical body.
cognition.
But in his opinion, this doesn't matter anymore.
Regardless of his powerful physical body, unless he can cultivate to the level of Vajra indestructible in physical cultivation, he can definitely destroy and kill Ye Junlang's physical body with at most a few more punches.
"hehe……"
Situ Liuyun sneered and relaxed completely. Seeing Ge Tong force Ye Junlang back with one punch, he knew that the overall situation was decided.
Yang Rui's pale face turned red with excitement. His heart was racing and his eyes showed ecstasy, as if he had foreseen the scene where Ye Junlang fell to the ground and died.
After being forced back with just one punch, what else could Ye Junlang use to fight the old man in gray?
…
A small explosion started.
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