The angel disciple was indeed frightened and inexplicable in his heart, and a trace of surprise flashed involuntarily in his eyes, he knew his own strength very well, and even more aware of the terrifying damage caused by his punch.

In Ye Junlang's crazy attack just now, he was indeed attacked by some of Ye Junlang's fists, but most of his strength was dissolved by him, and Rao was also injured to a certain extent, but this injury was not enough to affect his strength.

The problem is that the fist he bombarded Ye Junlang several times was a real hit.

With the explosion of the power of the secret realm of the Seventh Realm of the Secret Realm, he could guarantee that even the powerhouse of the Sixfold Realm of the Secret Realm would be seriously injured if he did not die under his punch.

Being hit by such three punches, the powerhouse of the Sixfold Realm of the Secret Realm will definitely die!

He remembered that he had hit Ye Junlang with more than three punches, but what did he see now?

Ye Junlang can still stand up, but Ye Junlang's current strength is the Secret Realm Quadruple Realm, isn't this the hell?

Even if Ye Junlang is refining his own physique, but the human body is flesh and blood, and no matter how hard he tempers, it can't reach the point of being as indestructible as a steel body, how can he still stand up under the terrifying power of a king-level powerhouse?

You must know that with the power of the secret realm of his king-level powerhouse, even if a punch hits a steel plate, it can leave a dent.

It hurts, it hurts, the bones in the body seem to be broken, there is a hot stinging pain in the internal organs, the qi and blood are churning violently, and a mouthful of blood continues to overflow the corners of the mouth.

Even so, Ye Junlang still stood tenaciously.

He was covered in blood, he had a blood-stained demeanor, and his own breath 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 not destroyed, but more condensed.

Fighting, fighting, isn't it just standing to fight and killing?

As long as you still have a breath of air, there is no reason to fall, let alone continue to fight!

Soldiers of the Old One's Army would rather die standing than live on their knees!

The fist power of the angel disciple is really terrifying, with his current strength, he really can't bear it, so he can only exchange injuries for injuries, as the injuries continue to accumulate, the angel disciples can't resist, he is also flesh and blood.

The only problem now is that he needs to grit his teeth and fight to the end.

He knew that he could still stand now, which was already unexpected, and if he were someone else, under the attack of the angel's fist, he would definitely die.

He wondered if it had something to do with his physique, in addition to his own tenacity and perseverance.

And his physique seems to be related to Old Man Ye.

He once remembered that when he found out that Old Man Ye was really a master of several floors, he asked Old Man Ye, why are you so awesome old man, and you didn't give me some of your mastery of pressing the box shaft?

That bad old man smoked a dry cigarette and snorted, "Didn't the old man teach you everything?"

At that time, he thought about it, since he was a child, he was either beaten by this bad old man or soaked in the medicine pod, so he asked Old Man Ye Could it be that the so-called mastery you taught me was to beat me?

At that time, the bad old man nodded shamelessly, revealing a smug smile with missing front teeth.

He knew that Old Man Ye's beating of him when he was a child and then carrying it to brew the medicine tripod was definitely not the so-called mastery, maybe Old Man Ye had indeed taught him something since he was a child, but he still couldn't see through it now, and he didn't understand it yet.

In fact, Ye Junlang really didn't understand it, because he didn't really understand Old Man Ye's strength.

Back then, Old Man Ye was able to crisscross the ancient martial arts realm, in addition to his unparalleled fist intent, the biggest reliance was his own Donkey Kong realm's physique.

Donkey Kong Realm's physique, even the high monk in the Kuzen Temple, Master Kuzhu, who never asks about worldly things, has moved his heart, and once went to Jianghai City to find Old Man Ye for advice.

The King Kong person, the six golden bodies, the ten thousand laws are inviolable, indestructible, it is the extreme realm of the physical body!

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"Satan, although you and I are enemies, you have indeed won my respect for such a performance! Next, I am curious that you can still withstand my few punches!"

The angel disciple spoke, his own breath continued to rise, and the king-level coercion swept like an unbridled ocean.

Ye Junlang took a deep breath, his eyes were full of fighting intent, he gave up life and death, just for a battle.

The ten fingers of his hands gradually clenched into fists, and the scattered power was condensing little by little, and his own Jiuyang Qi and blood were extremely ungodly, even if he was seriously injured, he still provided him with a steady stream of physical energy, and he was still stimulating the power of his own secret realm.

"Angel disciple, I said, it's not easy to kill me! Until the end, it is unknown who will live and who will die!"

Ye Junlang responded.

"Really, I'm going to try it then!"

The angel spoke, and just as he was about to attack, he seemed to sense something, and a cold light burst out from the corner of his eye.

Almost at the same time-

Laugh at!

On the right, a figure flashed out like a ghost, followed by a few blood-colored cold rays out of thin air, and a cold killing machine like ten thousand shares of cold ice also appeared, stabbing at the angel at a tricky and sharp angle.

"Phantom, stand down!"

Ye Junlang also saw it, he hurriedly shouted loudly, and at the same time, his whole person also rushed towards the angel disciples.

He was well aware of the terrifying power of the Angels, and an attack like the Phantom was not enough to pose a threat to the Angels, but instead put her in a dangerous situation.

The figure of the angel disciple changed several times, and the speed was too fast, leaving an afterimage of the Dao in place.

Snort!

When these few bloody cold rays came to assassinate, they all failed.

The ghostly figure appeared, and she suddenly sensed a terrifying threat approaching her side, and she didn't hesitate, the bloody blade in her hand slashed out horizontally towards her side.

Laugh at!

The blow slashed and slashed only an afterimage.

The figure of the angel appeared on the other side of the ghost, and a heavy punch had already blasted out.

The Phantom didn't have time to strike, and her cross arm resisted, but when the punch fell, she felt as if she had been hit by a huge mountain, and her body fell backwards against the ground, and her wound, which had already been wounded, broke again, and coughed up blood in her mouth.

Without waiting for the angels to chase and kill, Ye Junlang had already rushed over and entangled the angels, and once again staged a game of exchanging injuries for injuries.

The blood blade in the ghost's hand was stuck in the ground to slow her backward form, and her eyes were cold, staring at the angel disciples, and the murderous intent in her eyes was extremely cold.

Bang!

The angel's own thunder explosion fist exploded out of thin air like thunder, forcing Ye Junlang back and being injured again, and he stood tall with an unrivaled momentum.

The angel disciple glanced in the direction of the ghost, and said in a solemn tone: "The ghost, the former number one killer in the alliance, really took refuge in Satan. As a traitor to the Alliance, you dare to appear in front of me. Well, this night you will go to hell to accompany Satan. ”

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Let's start a wave in the early hours of tomorrow night