The seventh fist seal is the manifestation of the fist power of the human body dragon, which contains a boundless power of the human body dragon.
The eighth fist seal demonstrates Zhenwu's demon-suppressing fist intention, which contains the power to eliminate all demons.
With the ninth fist seal, a fist filled with grief and anger soars into the sky, as if it has been given life and soul, and contains infinite fighting spirit!
These three fist seals all hit the sanctity of Saint Jeter.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Continuous banging sounds resounded through the sky, and the violent emperor-level power was also rising, making the entire space tremble and become unstable.
Saint Jet's punch hit Ye Junlang's body, and the terrifying emperor-level power hit him, causing the golden light blooming from Ye Junlang's own Vajra body to dim.
Ye Junlang's figure flew out upside down, blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth.
At the same time, Saint Jet also opened his mouth and groaned, and three fist marks hit him, knocking him away.
"Satan!"
Under the ring, the dragon girl couldn't help but open her mouth and let out a soft breath, and there was a trace of anxiety and nervousness in her beautiful amber eyes.
Old Man Ye, who was not far away, glanced at Dragon Girl, and narrowed his old eyes slightly - What a joke, this dragon saint girl cares so much about Ye Boy, it shows her true feelings. If she goes back to encourage Ye Boy a few words, she might not be able to do anything.
Got it.
Ye Junlang in the arena really didn't know that Old Ye would still have such thoughts at this time. If he really knew about it, he would probably have to curse loudly - I was even beaten to the point of vomiting blood in the arena.
You old man actually still has the time to think about these things?
Ye Junlang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but the fighting spirit in his eyes was still as blazing as fire. It had to be said that after his King Kong realm body reached a high level, the defense improvement it brought had indeed improved a lot.
Coupled with the integration of the body of the Dragon Body, which is unified in physical skills, his current body is so strong that even a strong man in the First Emperor Realm can withstand a blow without causing much damage.
Saint Jet's face was pale, and his own aura was slightly weak. It could be seen that the three fist seals evolved by Ye Junlang still caused some damage to him.
St. Jet stared closely at the golden brilliance blooming from Ye Junlang. His face turned pale and ugly for a moment. He did not expect that Ye Junlang had such incredible physical protection.
Otherwise, if it were another quasi-emperor realm warrior, his punch would be enough to blast the opponent. Even a stronger person, such as a quasi-emperor realm warrior from the Titan survivors, would be seriously injured by that punch.
Although blood was bleeding from the corner of Ye Junlang's mouth, his energy and blood were still as strong as a dragon's, and his fighting spirit remained undiminished. This showed that the injuries caused were not too serious.
"Could this be where Satan's confidence lies?"
Saint Jet narrowed his eyes slightly, but it was that having such powerful physical skills gave him a huge advantage in the battle. Ye Junlang was only in the quasi-emperor realm, but his physical strength was probably better than some in the first emperor realm.
The strong ones, including him.
Therefore, if we really drag out the fight, we really don’t know who will win.
"The battle must be fought quickly and cannot be delayed! Even if he is seriously injured, Satan must be killed!"
Saint Jet's eyes were red, and he had an extremely strong murderous intention surging within him.
He made up his mind to end this battle as quickly as possible at all costs. He could not delay it, otherwise Ye Junlang would be able to drag him to death with his extremely strong physique.
"kill!"
Saint Jet's murderous intention was fierce. He shouted coldly and once again activated the fist force of the Holy Night Shantide Fist. A stream of annihilation fist intention was revealed as if the Holy Night had come, and a heavy and boundless murderous intention pervaded the fist force.
He came out and attacked Ye Junlang with an overwhelming momentum.
Ye Junlang's eyes flashed with a blazing fighting spirit. His own fighting spirit was as strong as the sky and the earth, like a giant standing between heaven and earth, unfazed!
If you want to fight, then fight with passion!
Saint Jet is indeed very strong, especially an emperor-level expert from an ancient clan, far superior to those emperor-level experts in the dark world.
However, the strength of his opponent does not scare Ye Junlang, it only makes him braver as he fights.
Fighting when strong is his consistent fighting style.
Only by fighting against stronger ones can you continuously make breakthroughs.
Being timid and avoiding war is not the style of the dragon leader in this world. He will only fight to the end!
"The fist covers the sky!"
"Punch open the gate of heaven!"
Ye Junlang shouted loudly, and his own fists rose up brightly. Two fist lights passed through the air, and the monstrous fist intention contained in them was revealed. The force of the rolling abyss's heavy blow was like the breaking of a dike.
A river-like turbulence erupted, and a wisp of emperor-level power contained within filled the endless fist intention, bombarding Saint Jet with a thunderous momentum.
At this moment, Ye Junlang's body glowed with golden light, like a golden god of war, and his attacking fists also erupted with bright golden light, like a great sun rising from his fists.
Rumble!
The two people were bombarding each other with fists, and the force that exploded from their fists surged into the air, creating an astonishing momentum.
Ye Junlang was repulsed again, and the majestic emperor-level power backfired, causing traces of blood to flow from the corners of his mouth again, and the golden light in his body of the Great Vajra Realm also dimmed again.
Saint Jet was not feeling well either. He was holding back a stream of blood from his heart. His own aura had become weaker again. His successive full-force explosions consumed a great deal of his own emperor-level power.
But this is not enough to kill Ye Junlang!
"Damn it!"
Saint Jet became a little anxious. With a sullen face, he opened his mouth and shouted angrily. He moved and attacked Ye Junlang again.
"Lord of the Holy Night!"
Saint Jet shouted loudly and unleashed the most powerful blow in the Holy Night Shantide Fist. His own emperor-level power also surged up again, attacking Ye Junlang with unstoppable power.
"I have one punch to suppress the devil!"
Ye Junlang shouted angrily and evolved the eighth form of Jiuxiao Shanhe Fist.
As soon as the fist came out, the void shook.
When the fist intention contained within manifested, the entire void seemed to be crushed. A magnificent fist intention that penetrated the sky and the earth was taking shape, and streams of Nine Yang Qi and blood soared into the sky. In that void
The shadow of a majestic and mighty Zhenwu Emperor is faintly interwoven in the middle, which contains the most powerful power to wipe out all the demons!
"This fist intention..."
Seeing Ye Junlang develop such a powerful fist, the strong men of the ancient clan who were watching the battle in the arena could not keep their composure, and all of them looked shocked.
too strong!
The martial art that has evolved such a fist spirit is probably no less powerful than the ultimate martial art among these ancient tribes.
At this moment, Ye Junlang's evolved fist came forward with a mighty and powerful force, and was bombarded and entangled with Saint Jet's attacking fist, bursting out
There was an earth-shattering sound of fist fights.
Rumble!
After the loud shaking sound, the two figures separated instantly. Ye Junlang was coughing up blood, and his own golden light kept flickering on and off.
St. Jet's figure was also retreating. He staggered back four or five steps and forced himself to stand still. However, the mouthful of blood that was pressing in his throat could no longer be held back, so he opened his mouth and spit it out.
St. Jett was also injured, and the injury was not necessarily less serious than Ye Junlang's.