The angel's disciple was indeed horrified, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes involuntarily. He was very aware of his own strength, and even more aware of the horrific damage caused by his punch.
In Ye Junlang's crazy and life-threatening attack just now, he was indeed attacked by some of Ye Junlang's punches, but most of the force was eliminated by him. Even so, he was also attacked by Ye Junlang.
He suffered a certain amount of injuries, but this injury was not enough to affect the performance of his strength.
The problem is, the punches he hit Ye Junlang several times were real.
With the explosion of the power of the secret realm reaching up to the seventh level of the secret realm, he can guarantee that even a strong man in the sixth level of the secret realm will be seriously injured if not killed by his punch.
Being hit by three such punches, a strong man in the sixth level of the secret realm will definitely die!
He remembered that he punched Ye Junlang more than three times, but what did he see now?
Ye Junlang can still stand up, but Ye Junlang's current strength is the fourth level of the secret realm. Isn't this a ghost?
No matter how Ye Junlang is tempering his body, the human body is made of flesh and blood, and no matter how hard it is tempered, it cannot be as indestructible as a body of steel. How can he attack with the terrifying power of a king-level powerhouse?
After being killed, the opponent can still stand up?
You know, with his king-level power of the secret realm, even a punch can leave a dent on a steel plate.
It hurt, it hurt, it felt like all the bones in my body had been shattered, my internal organs felt a burning pain, my energy and blood were violently churning, and mouthfuls of blood kept flowing out of the corners of my mouth.
Even so, Ye Junlang still stood tenaciously.
He was covered in blood, and he had a blood-stained demeanor. His aura was no longer as strong as before, but his face was still resolute, his eyes were still firm, and his unyielding fighting spirit and invincible self-confidence were still there.
Being destroyed makes it more solid.
Fighting, fighting, isn't it just about standing and fighting and killing?
As long as you still have a breath of life, there is no reason to fall, and there is no reason not to continue fighting!
Soldiers of the Satan Army would rather die standing than live on their knees!
The power of the Angel's Disciple's fists is really terrifying. With his current strength, he really can't withstand it, so he can only exchange injuries for injuries. As the injuries continue to accumulate, the Angel's Disciple can no longer resist, and neither can he.
warm bodies.
The only problem now is that he needs to grit his teeth and fight to the end.
He knew in his heart that he was still standing now, which was unexpected. If it had been anyone else, they would have died under the attack of Angel Disciple's fists.
He wondered if besides his perseverance, it had something to do with his physique?
And his physique seems to be related to Old Man Ye.
He once remembered that when he realized that Old Man Ye was really a master of several levels, he asked Old Man Ye, why are you so awesome and coaxing, Old Man, and didn't give me some of your unique skills in pressing the box axle?
That bad old man was smoking a dry cigarette and humming, didn't he teach you everything he said?
At that time, he thought about it. Ever since he could remember, he had either been beaten by this bad old man or soaked in the medicine cauldron, so he asked Old Man Ye, is it true that the so-called secret skill you taught me was to beat me?
At that time, this bad old man nodded shamelessly, showing a proud smile with missing front teeth.
He knew that the beating that Old Man Ye had given him when he was a child and then taking him to brew a medicine cauldron was certainly not a so-called secret skill. Perhaps Old Man Ye had indeed taught him something since he was a child, but he still couldn't see through it or understand it yet.
In fact, Ye Junlang really didn't understand it yet, because he never really understood Old Ye's strength.
Back then, Old Man Ye was able to dominate the ancient martial arts world. In addition to his unparalleled fist skills, his biggest reliance was his own body at the Vajra Realm.
With the body of the Great Vajra Realm, even Master Kuzhu, the eminent monk in Kuchan Temple who never cared about worldly affairs, was moved by ordinary thoughts and once went to Jianghai City to seek advice from Old Man Ye.
The Vajra has a six-foot-long golden body, invulnerable to all dharmas, and indestructible. This is called the ultimate state of the physical body!
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"Satan, although you and I are enemies, your performance has indeed won my respect! Next, I am very curious about how many punches you can withstand!"
The angel disciple opened his mouth, his own aura rising steadily, and the king-level pressure was like a wanton ocean, sweeping over the sky and the earth.
Ye Junlang took a deep breath, his eyes filled with fighting spirit. He gave up his life and death just for one battle.
The ten fingers of both hands gradually clenched into fists, and the scattered strength was condensing little by little. Thanks to his own Nine Yang Qi and blood, which was extremely heaven-defying, even under severe injuries, it still provided him with a steady stream of his own physical energy, and still stimulated his own strength.
The power of the secret realm.
"Angel's Disciple, I told you, it's not easy to kill me! Until the end, it's unknown who will live and who will die!"
Ye Junlang responded.
"Really? Then I'm going to try it!"
The angel disciple spoke, and just when he was about to attack, he seemed to sense something, and a ray of cold murderous intent burst out from the corner of his eye.
Almost at the same moment——
laugh!
To the right, a figure flashed out like a ghost, and then several bloody cold lights appeared out of thin air, and a cold murderous intention like thousands of strands of ice also appeared, at a tricky and sharp angle.
Assassinated the angel's disciples.
"Youmei, step back!"
Ye Junlang also saw it, he hurriedly spoke loudly, and at the same time, he rushed towards the angel's disciples.
He was very aware of the terrifying power of the Angel Disciples. An attack like this by You Mei was not enough to pose a threat to the Angel Disciples. Instead, it put her in a dangerous situation.
The figure of the angel's disciple changed several times, and the speed was so fast that afterimages were left in place.
Tsk tsk tsk!
When these several points of bloody cold light came to assassinate him, they all came to nothing.
A ghostly figure appeared, and she suddenly felt a terrifying coercion approaching her. Without hesitation, she slashed out with the blood blade in her hand towards her side.
laugh!
What this killing blow hit was just an afterimage.
The figure of the angel's disciple appeared on the other side of Youmei, and a heavy punch had already been blasted out.
Youmei had no time to strike and blocked it with her arms, but when the punch fell, she felt as if she was hit by a huge mountain. She fell backwards against the ground. Her wounds that had been injured burst open again, and there was a tear in her mouth.
Coughed up blood.
Before the Angel's disciples could pursue him, Ye Junlang had already rushed over and entangled the Angel's disciples, once again exchanging injuries for injuries.
The blood blade in Youmei's hand was inserted into the ground to slow down her retreating figure. Her eyes were cold as she stared at the angel's disciples, her eyes filled with murderous intent.
Bang! Bang!
The Angel Disciple's own thunder fists were like thunder exploding out of thin air, forcing Ye Junlang to retreat and get injured again. He stood tall and had an unrivaled aura.
The angel disciple glanced in the direction of Youmei and said in a solemn tone: "Youmei, the former number one killer in the alliance? He really turned to Satan. As a traitor to the alliance, he actually dared to appear in front of me. Anyway,
I will let you go to hell to accompany Satan this night."
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Let's start a wave in the early hours of tomorrow night.