Ye Junlang seems to be explaining what the aesthetics of violence are.
In the seemingly crazy attack, he actually displayed a calm expressionless expression. His attacks were not haphazard, but on the contrary, they were traceable.
His punches continuously overlapped and hit the same position on Xuanyuan Yanhuang's chest and abdomen. Even though he was now heavily injured and blood kept coming out of the corners of his mouth, his attack and killing power was not disrupted at all. Every time he
Every shot seemed to have been accurately calculated, without the slightest error, and every hit was sure to hit.
Like a robot!
He is like a cold and ruthless killing machine with careful thinking.
He seemed not to know pain, as if he had no pain-sensing nerves. He only knew how to mechanically punch, and then punch again.
The power of his Qi and blood seems to be inexhaustible. The nine rays of blood are continuously replenishing his own Qi and blood. The uniqueness of the Nine Sun Saint Body bloodline is extremely important at such a juncture of the battle.
unbelievable.
In the eyes of outsiders, the two of them are already exhausted after fighting to such an extent. At this time, any supplement of energy and blood will greatly magnify their advantage!
Boom! Boom!
Xuanyuan Yanhuang has not given up yet, and he will never admit that he will lose. His Emperor Blood physique is indeed very strong, and it has sustained him until now. He believes that he can sustain him until the moment Ye Junlang falls.
He punched hard, forcibly condensing the power of his emperor's blood and the original holy power. His fists roared and he charged forward to attack.
There was still a layer of faint golden light blooming on Ye Junlang's body. It looked like it was about to go out several times, but it still seemed to be extremely tenacious.
Xuanyuan Yanhuang's punch came, and Ye Junlang stepped forward suddenly. He made an advance judgment and performed the Xing Zi Jue with his forward step.
Suddenly, Ye Junlang appeared on the side of Xuanyuan Yanhuang. When Xuanyuan Yanhuang's fist failed and he realized that something was wrong, suddenly——
boom!
A powerful and heavy punch was heard, and the punch hit Xuanyuan Yanhuang's waist and ribs hard.
Click!
There was an extremely harsh sound of fractures in Xuanyuan Yanhuang's waist ribs.
With a body as strong as an emperor's blood, Ye Junlang was finally broken open by the accumulation of countless punches, causing ribs to be broken and eardrums to be pierced.
call!
Almost as soon as Ye Junlang's punch landed, a fierce sound of strong wind came out, and a powerful and heavy leg swept across Xuanyuan Yanhuang's waist, aiming at the same part.
Xuanyuan Yanhuang had no way to dodge this leg, and the sharp pain from the broken ribs was impacting his whole body.
boom!
Ye Junlang's leg, which was like a cannon being ejected from a barrel, swept heavily across Xuanyuan Yanhuang's waist, and there was a faint sound of cracking fractures coming from that position.
Xuanyuan Yanhuang couldn't help but open his mouth and spit out another mouthful of blood. His whole body flew forward and was swept to the ground.
Xuanyuan Yanhuang fell to the ground and could not stand up for a while.
But he still didn't admit defeat, his face covered with blood was extremely green, and his eyes flashed with a look of maddening resentment, shame, and unwillingness.
Ye Junlang is still expressionless. If he doesn't admit defeat, it means that this battle will continue.
He wished that Xuanyuan Yanhuang had not taken the initiative to admit defeat, otherwise according to the rules of the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament, it would be inconvenient for him to take action again.
Since the other party refused to admit defeat, he would seize this opportunity and beat him to death!
A cold murderous intention flashed in Ye Junlang's eyes, and he walked towards Xuanyuan Yanhuang. The bloody murderous intention that filled the air like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood locked Xuanyuan Yanhuang completely.
Under the arena, a look of regret flashed in Xuanyuan Wulie's eyes, and he sighed secretly, knowing in his heart the reason why Xuanyuan Yanhuang did not admit defeat.
If he really gives up, his life and martial arts path will be shrouded in the shadow of Ye Junlang.
Sensing the strong murderous intent in Ye Junlang, a cold light flashed deep in Xuanyuan Wulie's eyes, and he shouted loudly: "Stop! In this battle, Xuanyuan Yanhuang admits defeat, he is defeated!"
Ye Junlang's face was startled, and he turned to look at Xuanyuan Wulie under the ring, and said coldly: "You are not him. He didn't even admit defeat. What you say doesn't count!"
Saying that, Ye Junlang became murderous and wanted to continue to attack Xuanyuan Yanhuang.
"Ye Junlang, the same reason applies for the elders of both sides to admit defeat. Since the head of the Xuanyuan family has admitted defeat instead of Xuanyuan Yanhuang, you have won this battle!"
The referee Guwu stood up and blocked Ye Junlang.
According to the rules of the ancient martial arts tournament, the elders of both sides can also admit defeat on their behalf. As long as they admit defeat, the other side is not allowed to take action again.
The palms of this ancient martial arts referee were already covered in cold sweat. If the Xuanyuan Family did not admit defeat, Xuanyuan Yanhuang would really be beaten to death in the ring, and the disaster would affect Chi Yu, and the personnel of the ancient martial arts conference association would all be implicated.
As the referee of this battle, I am afraid that he cannot escape the blame and will suffer secret revenge from the Xuanyuan Family.
Therefore, after hearing Xuanyuan Wulie admit defeat, the ancient martial arts referee also breathed a sigh of relief.
Ye Junlang curled his lips, looking a little reluctant. He squinted at Xuanyuan Yanhuang, ignoring the resentful look, and said coldly: "This time, I will spare your life! Next time on other battlefields."
If we meet you, you will definitely die!"
Xuanyuan Yanhuang clenched his fists fiercely, feeling a sense of shame and grief and anger. His Adam's apple squirmed, but he couldn't say a word.
He couldn't refute, and he had no power to refute.
Because, if his father had not admitted defeat on his behalf, and he would never admit defeat in person, if this battle continued, he would really die!
"Ye Junlang, win!"
In the end, the Guwu referee made the final verdict.
This announcement of the verdict also made many people in the arena come back to their senses. Everyone was shocked. Then the entire ancient martial arts venue was like an exploding oil pan, and all kinds of comments came one after another——
"Ye Junlang won? This, this is incredible!"
"The myth of Xuanyuan Yanhuang's invincibility was shattered and ended by Ye Junlang. Will Ye Junlang be the strongest of the younger generation?"
"The Quasi-Saint Realm versus the First Saint Realm, the lower level actually wins? Horrible, too scary! If Ye Junlang is also the First Saint Realm, wouldn't he be invincible at the same level?"
"What is invincible at the same level? Even if someone is one level stronger than him, I'm afraid he can still be invincible! This is the truly most powerful genius, sweeping away the opponents in the early saint level with the quasi-holy level!"
"It seems...he is the grandson of Ye Wusheng?"
"Yes, yes, Ye Wusheng's grandson, no wonder he is so defiant! Think about how invincible Ye Wusheng was back then, so he is the grandson of Ye Wusheng, so everything can be explained clearly."
"Decades ago, Ye Wusheng was the leader; decades later, Ye Junlang swept past his contemporary opponents."
All kinds of discussions were heard and became more and more intense.