Ye Junlang stabilized his staggering retreat, and the expression in his eyes became extremely solemn.
The old man in gray clothes is very strong. The strength of Mad Lion and Black Sword is not at the same level as him. The lethality caused by the dark power is indeed unimaginable.
Even so, it could not defeat Ye Junlang's invincible belief and fierce fighting spirit.
Ye Junlang recalled the characteristics of the dark power that he had just faced the old man in gray. The biggest damage was indeed the penetrating power, but this kind of penetrating damage was different from the penetrating damage caused by his critical strike.
It's a little different.
The difference is that the penetrating damage caused by the power of dark power is invisible and invisible. Once the power of dark power invades the body, it will cause fatal damage to the body's internal organs; the power of a critical strike will cause fatal damage.
Penetrating damage can come out through the body, such as the bulge on the back like a hump caused by Ye Junlang's critical attack.
The power of dark power can cause invisible damage; the power of critical strike can cause unparalleled damage.
It's hard to say which one is stronger and which one is weaker, each has its own characteristics.
Ge Tong continued to walk towards Ye Junlang. The murderous intention condensed from his body had reached the extreme point. He had completely locked Ye Junlang. Such a gesture clearly regarded Ye Junlang as a human being.
Prey about to be hunted.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ye Junlang began to step forward. Every step he took was as heavy as a thousand pounds. Along with a force sweeping out of him, the dull footsteps sounded like the beating of drums in people's ears.
This is a kind of momentum. Ye Junlang has to use his own strength to conquer ten guilds to fight against the extremely powerful martial arts momentum of the old man in gray.
"Come again!"
Ye Junlang shouted violently, kicked off his feet, and rushed towards the old man in gray again.
Boom! Boom!
Ye Junlang punched brazenly. In an instant, he fired more than ten punches with both hands. Each punch contained his own most violent critical strike power, and he moved towards the old man in gray with an overwhelming terrifying power.
Shrouded down.
During this period, Ye Junlang's right leg also swept out. The kick was as fast and fierce as a discharged cannonball. It is no exaggeration to say that once a living person is swept by such a kick,
It will definitely break at the waist.
Facing such a violent attack by Ye Junlang, even Ge Tong, who was in the martial arts realm, became slightly more solemn, and two fierce sharp edges suddenly shot out from his gray eyes.
, he stretched his figure and displayed the "Burning Desolation Zhaoyang Fist" punch.
When Ge Tong used this fist, it was like little suns bursting out, blazing, dazzling, and extremely dazzling. The momentum was as if it was going to burn the whole wasteland and illuminate the world.
After Ge Tong used this fist, it seemed to form a natural round shield, standing across the front. Ye Junlang's violent fists and legs were all attacking, and it turned out to be
It was unable to shake the round shield formed by this punch.
When Ye Junlang's violent attack came to an end and he was about to take a breather, Ge Tong took action and took the initiative to attack. A fierce punch penetrated down like a long river of sunset and hit Ye Junlang.
chest.
"roar!"
Ye Junlang roared, and he gathered all his strength to face Ge Tong's punch.
Boom!
The bombardment of fists was extremely terrifying. Even though the old man in gray had an ordinary appearance and was of average height, the dark force erupting from his fists was so terrifying that it was like a furious surge that swallowed up Ye Junlang.
.
Ye Junlang opened his mouth and groaned, and under the impact of the extremely powerful dark energy, his body involuntarily fell back.
The old man in gray clothes obviously did not give Ye Junlang any chance to breathe. He continued to attack with his fists, and fired six punches in succession. Each punch was faster and fiercer than the last, and each punch was more intense than the last. His own two-level secret power
They all burst out, terrifying.
Ye Junlang gritted his teeth and kept punching as he retreated, sparing no effort to resist the attacking and killing punches of the old man in gray.
When the sixth punch of the old man in gray came down, Ye Junlang couldn't suppress the churning blood in his body anymore. He immediately opened his mouth and coughed out a mouthful of scarlet blood, and his figure also fell back five or six times.
step.
Ye Junlang gasped slightly, with traces of blood remaining on the corners of his mouth, looking miserable.
Ge Tong still looked calm and composed, and continued to walk towards Ye Junlang. Beneath his calm appearance, he was deeply shocked inside.
He attacked one after another, but still failed to knock Ye Junlang to the ground. If he had been replaced by other strong men in the Wuzong realm, not to mention so many attacks and kills, under his full blow, not many Wuzong realms would have been defeated.
A strong person can handle it.
Ge Tong knew that Ye Junlang did not practice ancient martial arts, but Ye Junlang's strength was similar to the Wuzong realm of ancient martial arts, which meant that his level of strength was a big level higher than that of Ye Junlang.
Relying on the advantage of a large realm, Ye Junlang could still stand despite several strong attacks, which really shocked him. Even the martial arts geniuses in the ancient martial arts world were nothing more than this, right?
Situ Liuyun and Yang Rui, who were watching the battle from the sidelines, were completely relieved. Seeing Ye Junlang coughing up blood and being injured after being repelled, this battle can be said to be a sure thing.
"Second Young Master, this Ye Junlang really overestimates his capabilities. I'm looking forward to watching Second Young Master personally deal with this arrogant person's fate. It must be extremely satisfying." Yang Rui said with a smile.
Situ Liuyun nodded and said with a sneer: "This Ye Junlang really thinks that he can walk sideways with just a few pounds, but he doesn't know that in the eyes of a real ancient martial artist, he is just an ant."
"How can a firefly compete with the bright moon? He is nothing compared to the second young master." Yang Rui said flatteringly.
Situ Liuyun squinted his eyes, thinking of Su Hongxiu.
Thinking of Su Hongxiu's affectionate attitude toward Ye Junlang that day at the Su Group, he was filled with jealousy. But soon, the jealousy in his heart turned into the pleasure of killing Ye Junlang with his hands.
Thinking of this, a smug smile appeared on his lips.
"Your performance is getting more and more beyond my imagination. I want to see how long you can last."
The old man in gray clothes spoke and looked at Ye Junlang like a cat chasing a mouse.
Ye Junlang raised his right hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and said calmly: "Don't worry, I will hold on until you fall."
"You are still arrogant and ignorant even when you are about to die!"
The old man in gray snorted coldly, moved his figure, and rushed towards Ye Junlang with a murderous aura.
"The killing fist, explode on me!"
Ye Junlang roared violently, and all the bones in his body immediately creaked, and all the muscles in his body tensed up in an instant. His eyes were red, and his whole body seemed to be in a state of violent killing.
Driven by the endless anger and murderous intent, he rushed forward step by step, getting faster and faster, and his momentum also increased steadily, and he had transformed into a real Satan!