Ye Junlang's eyes were about to burst. Could it be that he was defeated like this?
No, I am not willing to do so!
Ye Junlang seemed to have a fierce beast roaring in his heart. He was frantically stimulating his own potential. He was unwilling to fall to the ground, unwilling to be defeated, and unwilling to let the brothers behind him become the prey of the angels!
He needs to stand up again and keep fighting like a man.
He knew very well that if he fell like this, no one would be able to stop the killing steps of the angel disciples.
Under the mood swings of unwillingness and rage, he began to crazily activate his Nine Yang Qi and blood. Under such a crazy move, there were bursts of severe pain in his body, and there was a tingling sensation as if his flesh and blood were being continuously squeezed.
Feeling of pain.
Gradually, he actually saw a sudden change in his own Nine Yang Qi and blood. The Nine Yang Qi and blood in his body seemed to be further stimulated, and more powerful and blazing Nine Yang Qi and blood grew from his flesh and blood.
Then he came out and merged into the secret realm of his own power.
At that moment, the secret realm of his own power was about to boil. Waves of new majestic power surged and swept across it, vaguely seeming to have touched a barrier!
That is the barrier of the fifth level of the secret realm!
This seems to be a sign of breaking through to the fifth level of the secret realm, at such a critical moment of life and death.
The question is, does he have enough time to break through?
Will the Angels give him this chance?
the answer is negative--
Whoosh!
However, at this time, the angel's disciples moved forward and attacked, without giving Ye Junlang any chance or time.
Ye Junlang clenched his fist. He was unwilling to give in. At this critical moment, he seemed to have no chance to try to break through. With the terrifying power of the angel disciples, they attacked and killed him. Even if he wanted to resist, he was more than willing to resist.
And lack of strength.
But no matter what, Ye Junlang will fight to the end even if he is killed in battle.
Ye Junlang, who had made up his mind, raised his head, with war in his eyes. However, when he looked up, his face suddenly froze.
Because he saw a figure.
A figure was like a roc spreading its wings, rushing towards him at an incredible speed.
Before anyone arrived, an endless bloody aura like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood had already swept over, spreading forward like a sea of blood, covering the entire place.
A gray long knife was raised, which was inconspicuous. But when the long knife passed through the air, streaks of bloody light suddenly burst out from the blade, and an extremely bloody and thick evil aura burst out.
Soaring from the blade to the sky, it is like a long-lasting vicious sword reappearing in the world, wanting to drink the blood of all living beings!
The blood-colored long knife came across the sky, and this figure also rushed over. He had a tall frame, so he looked tall. He was dressed in a black robe rising in the wind. Even though the cuff of his right arm was empty, it didn't show any trace of it at all.
Affecting the bloodthirsty, domineering, and unrivaled aura of this figure.
It's as if there is no enemy he can't kill with just one strike of his sword!
One person and one knife cut across the waist of the angel disciple in the lightning flash, as if trying to cut the angel disciple in half.
The angel's disciple was shocked. He felt the terrifying murderous aura that swept over like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He also saw the bloody long knife coming through the air. The edge of the knife was glowing with a bright red light, like a sword.
The peerless evil weapon is resurrecting, exuding endless bloody evil energy.
These are not important. What is important is that the bloody long sword that came across the sky actually contains a king-level pressure. This sword can actually threaten his life!
The angel's disciple was extremely decisive. He gave up the idea of chasing Ye Junlang. After several changes in his body shape, he bounced back and retreated at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye!
After the bloody long sword came to kill, the sword's light also surged, and it pursued the angel's disciples.
laugh!
In the end, the blade of the sword still cut through the combat uniform on the waist of the angel disciple, and a trace of blood oozed out, which was obviously a slight skin injury.
Fortunately, the angel's disciples retreated decisively, otherwise the sword would really have passed through his waist.
A burly figure stood in front of Ye Junlang, with a bald head, a square face, and indifferent eyes. He held a knife in his left hand. He stood there like a mountain towering, with wisps of blood-colored murderous intent faintly lingering around his body.
Ye Junlang came back to his senses. He looked at this figure. He smiled silently. When he smiled, his eye circles felt a little moist. He was excited and moved.
Four years, exactly four years later, he finally held his bloody knife again!
The murderer king Xue Tu is back!
Xue Tu also turned around and looked at Ye Junlang.
Ye Junlang smiled indifferently and didn't say much. He only asked: "You're here!"
"I am coming!"
Xue Tu nodded, a hint of warmth flashing in his indifferent eyes.
"That angel's disciple is very strong. You block it for a while while I take a breather." Ye Junlang said.
Xue Tu nodded, and when he looked at the angel disciples in front of him, there was a faint layer of blood in his pupils.
at the same time--
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Figures rushed over one after another. They were all dressed in black and were silent, but their whole bodies were filled with a terrifying and cold aura. They acted like ghosts and ghosts, rushing towards the battlefield.
, joined in the fierce fighting that could be seen everywhere.
The ghost army led by Xue Tu also arrived. Like dead soldiers, they rushed towards the battlefield and attacked and killed every Blood Wing Killer warrior in the field.
The angel disciple reached out and touched the area on his waist that was cut by the sword. There was some blood between his fingers and he twisted it twice.
He hasn't had a bleed in years.
The eyes of the angel disciple narrowed slightly, and the sharp cold light burst out from his eyes and stared at Xue Tu. He saw Xue Tu's ferocious face, his empty right arm, and the handle held in his left hand.
Unique blood knife.
At that moment, he thought of a person who should have died. There was a trace of emotion on his face, and he asked: "King of Murderers Xuetu? You are not dead yet?"
Xuetu didn't speak. He was withdrawn and could only speak a few words to Ye Junlang. He was usually taciturn.
Xue Tu raised his left hand and pointed the bloody knife in his hand toward the sky. He stared at the angel disciple and approached step by step.
With every step he took, Xue Tu's bloody murderous aura became thicker and more solid. Suddenly, it seemed that behind him there was a kingdom of death with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. All he brought was death!
"It's really surprising! Four years ago, you challenged the leader of the Killing God Alliance, lost in a battle, and disappeared. I thought you were dead, after all, in the hands of the leader of the Killing God Alliance, no one could survive. Unexpectedly,
You are actually still alive. But your right arm is gone. I don’t know if you can recreate the style of the Blood Knife if you hold the knife in your left hand."
The angel disciple spoke, but as soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed to the left, where there was the bloody sickle he had dropped on the ground. He leaned over and picked up the bloody sickle.
laugh!
At that moment, a bloody sword light showing domineering and murderous intent came across the sky and killed the angel's disciples.