The mountain forest is not dark, the bright moon is hanging high in the sky, and the moonlight is shining down.
Ye Junlang showed up openly and walked forward. Since the opponent was already waiting in front, he released a coercive aura that looked down on him. If he continued to hide and sneak, he would not only look angry, but also his own aura.
To be suppressed by the opponent.
Ye Junlang could sense that both of the opponent's auras were very powerful, but this powerful aura was different from the auras of the strong men in the dark world he faced. This difference was reflected in the strength attribute.
This means that the two strong men in front are ancient martial arts masters.
This place is adjacent to Tingchao Villa, so it goes without saying that he must be a strong ancient martial artist next to Situ Liuyun.
Ye Junlang originally planned to come over tonight just to check out the defenses of Tingchao Villa and then formulate a careful action plan, but he never thought about fighting against the ancient martial arts expert next to Situ Liuyun tonight.
But sometimes plans often fail to keep up with changes.
Since the ancient martial arts experts beside Situ Liuyun were already waiting in front, Ye Junlang had to take a look at how powerful these two ancient martial arts experts were.
The further he walked, the deeper and heavier the pressure he could feel became stronger. One pressure was as violent as fire, and the other was cold and sharp as a sword. Together, they were moving towards Ye who was approaching.
The military wave exerted pressure.
Ye Junlang's face remained as usual, and the gaze in his eyes was calm and unruffled. It seemed that in his eyes, there was no pressure from the two ancient martial arts masters at all. He walked forward at a constant pace, and every step he took was extremely painful.
Stable, calm and calm, moving forward step by step.
At first, the momentum subsided, but with each step, the iron-blooded momentum filled with vastness and grandeur increased by 10%, and cumulatively, as he walked forward step by step, Ye Junlang's own momentum seemed to be like the arrival of gods and demons.
A majestic momentum soared into the sky, carrying a strong pressure of iron-blooded killing. It was like a Satan dominating all living beings on the battlefield, walking towards his prey step by step.
In front, two figures have been vaguely seen, one standing on the left and one on the right. The one on the left is tall and tall, with muscles all over his body, filled with a violent fighting spirit; the one on the right is wearing black clothes, and he
The aura is like an unsheathed sword, containing a sharp killing momentum.
These two people are none other than Mad Lion and Black Sword.
Mad Lion and Black Sword saw Ye Junlang's approaching figure in front of them. When Ye Junlang appeared at first, they didn't take it seriously. They just thought that the aura on Ye Junlang's body was not worth mentioning at all.
But as Ye Junlang walked step by step, the aura that diffused from Ye Junlang gradually solidified. With every step he took, his own aura solidified a little. And so on, accumulating continuously.
Until now, when Ye Junlang's figure appeared in their sight, the aura and pressure that pervaded Ye Junlang's body was as magnificent and vast as a bright sun.
Ye Junlang took the last step and fell about five meters away from the mad lion and the black sword.
After Ye Junlang stood firm, his aura immediately resembled that of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi. He had an unyielding aura, allowing the two ancient martial arts experts in front of him to jointly crush them with their own aura.
, he is also as stable as a mountain.
"It really surprised me. You knew I would show up? So you waited here in advance?" Ye Junlang squinted his eyes, glanced at the Crazy Lion and the Black Sword, and said.
At this time, the expressions of Mad Lion and Black Sword had changed somewhat.
Especially the crazy lion. When Yang Rui mentioned that Ye Junlang was just a security guard, he really didn't take it seriously. He just thought that he was just a security guard. How could he make waves even if he had the skills of a three-legged cat?
But now, until he actually faced Ye Junlang, he realized how wrong his previous understanding was.
Just because of the coercive aura Ye Junlang released at this time and his calmness when facing the two of them, he realized that Ye Junlang's skills were by no means ordinary.
Ordinary people would never have such a strong and domineering power, and there is also a killing momentum within it, which is a momentum that can only be possessed after being tempered in a real battlefield.
"Second Young Master knew you were coming, so he asked us to wait." Hei Jian spoke, his sharp eyes opening and closing as if two sharp swords were unsheathed and piercing Ye Junlang.
"You are talking about Situ Liuyun. He can predict my actions. It seems that he is not a playboy." Ye Junlang smiled lightly and said.
"Hmph, how can you call the second young master by his name?" Mad Lion said angrily.
Ye Junlang shrugged his shoulders and said: "You are his lackeys, and I am not. Is it possible that I should follow your example of calling him Second Young Master? A person who is planning to get rid of me still wants me to do something to him.
He was very polite, but I said your head is full of muscles, right?"
"you wanna die!"
The mad lion clenched his fists, opened his mouth and shouted violently, and the strong murderous intent in his body suddenly rose violently.
"If you block here, you are the one seeking death. There is an old man in gray next to Situ Liuyun. Let him come over. It is in vain for you to block here." Ye Junlang said lightly.
Cack!
The mad lion clenched his fists again, and his knuckles made bursts of noise. He stared at Ye Junlang. With his violent personality, he couldn't help but take action. He said in a serious tone: "You can't kill a chicken with a bull's knife.
We two Wuzong realm warriors are enough to kill you."
"Your verbal skills are really great and very arrogant. I hope your skills are as good as your verbal skills so that you won't disappoint us." Heijian opened his mouth and put his ten fingers together, like a sharp sword in his hand, spreading out.
The murderous intent seemed to be directed directly at Ye Junlang.
"Then let's fight. I also want to see what you ancient martial arts experts are capable of."
Ye Junlang's tone was indifferent, and there was no sign of alertness in his body. Instead, he continued to walk forward, intending to walk all the way to the mad lion and the black sword.
Whizzing!
Just as Ye Junlang took a step forward, Mad Lion and Black Sword moved, stretched out their bodies, and approached Ye Junlang like lightning along the left and right sides.
call!
The mad lion punched, and his strength had reached the peak of the Wuzong realm. As soon as he punched, he poured all his strength into it, bursting out all his nine-level Mingjin power, converging on his huge iron fist, and blasted it with one punch.
He turned to Ye Junlang's face.
The black sword was ready, and it was exerting its full strength. The power of its bright energy was concentrated on the palm of his right hand. He dodged and slashed forward. The whole right arm was like an unsheathed sword, and
The sharp edge of the sword in the raised palm was directed towards Ye Junlang's neck.
The two ancient martial arts masters at the peak of the Wuzong Realm rushed to attack Ye Junlang immediately, forming an encirclement on the left and right, and attacked and killed Ye Junlang.