For the battle, Ye Junlang never flinched.

It is with this kind of strong perseverance and super self-confidence and abundant physical fitness that he can always create the miracle of Jedi counterattack in desperate situations.

It's just that the angel disciple is really too strong, a king-level top powerhouse, his own secret realm power has opened to an extremely terrifying situation, every move contains great power, and any killing move is full of devastating power.

Bang!

In the void, Ye Junlang's fist had already met the angel's punch.

The terrifying fist power vibrated up, and the power of the secret realm that erupted from the fists of the two of them slammed into each other with a sweeping momentum, and under the violent collision, a powerful wave of qi was vibrated and roared away in all directions.

Ye Junlang suddenly felt an extremely fiery power like thunder and lightning fire swept over, Rao is fist burst out of the power of the abyssal heavy blow and the power of Jiuyang Qi and blood, and it was blessed with the gravitational potential field, but it still couldn't stop this terrifying force that swept over like thunder.

Ye Junlang couldn't help but open his mouth and snorted, under the impact of this terrifying force, his fist momentum was scattered, and the evolved fist intent was scattered, his body staggered back, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding again.

"You can still stand! Satan, your strength is really an eye-opener for me. The angel spoke, and he said it from the bottom of his heart.

Ye Junlang has been injured repeatedly, and in such a state, he can still take a punch from him without falling, but I am afraid that even a powerhouse of the Sixfold Realm of the Secret Realm like the Blood Throne may not be able to do it.

"In a few years...... No, I'm afraid that in another year or two, you will grow into an existence that can match me. You're really full of terrible threats. Unfortunately, you are doomed to die tonight!"

The angel disciple spoke, and he approached Ye Junlang, and the murderous intent condensed on his body was as cold as a knife, until Ye Junlang.

Laugh at!

A sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded from behind the Angel Disciple.

A white figure was as fast as a ghost, and it rushed forward, and the snowy sword burst out in the void, slashing directly at the back of the angel disciple.

This blow, from charging to attacking, is top-notch in terms of speed, angle and timing, but unfortunately it is the angel who encounters it.

The angel disciple seemed to have eyes behind him, and with a wrong step, he looked extremely calm under the sideways to avoid the snow bright sword that attacked from behind.

The figure of the white fox also flashed out, and seeing that the angel disciple had avoided the attack of this knife, she suddenly retracted and charged her strength, and then the fox knife in her hand cut horizontally to the chest and abdomen of the angel disciple who was close at hand.

The angel's left hand suddenly reached forward like lightning, and with a bang, it was the first to clasp the white fox's right wrist holding the knife, and the sharp fox knife was less than half an inch away from the angel's chest and abdomen, but it was difficult to advance half a minute.

The angel disciple clasped his left hand, and the white fox suddenly felt a tingling pain in his entire right arm, lost his senses, and the fox knife in his hand immediately fell off his hand.

Call!

At the same moment, the angel disciple had already blasted over with a punch from his right hand.

The white fox's left hand was only resisted with a horizontal arm, and he used his own dissolving power to resist the attack of the angels.

Bang!

Under the punch, the white fox's whole person was hit hard, and his body flew out.

"White Fox—"

Ye Junlang took a deep breath, his body moved, and rushed towards the direction where the white fox was knocked to the ground.

The white fox's body fell to the ground heavily, and Ye Junlang rushed over and helped her up, but he saw that the corners of her mouth were constantly bleeding, and her breath was weak.

"Satan...... He's—he's strong!"

The white fox spoke, and she took a deep breath, trying to keep standing up.

Ye Junlang held her down and said, "You are very seriously injured, don't make a move yet, let me come!"

"When you die, you still want to be a hero and save the United States?"

The angel's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said playfully.

"Death? On the battlefield, I have never taken life and death seriously! It may not be so easy to kill me! Angel disciples, fight, either you die or I die!"

Ye Junlang spoke, his tone was calm and unfazed.

As he spoke, he walked towards the angel step by step, his own spirit and spirit had condensed to an unprecedented peak realm, and the gravitational potential field that he had evolved was thicker and more majestic than before, and the nine yang qi and blood on his body swept out, and the vigorous qi and blood contained a masculine and domineering aura, sweeping through the air.

Ye Junlang evolved the fist intent of Jiuxiao Mountain and River Fist, and the strongest fist intent momentum was revealed, setting him off like the master of this heaven and earth.

Let's fight!

Ye Junlang had the flames of war burning in his heart.

Looking around, every brother and every soldier is fighting bloodily regardless of life and death, how can he retreat?

Behind him are brothers and comrades, if he can't stop the angels, how many warriors will die under his scythe?

I'm their boss!

Not only to lead them into battle, but also to protect them!

"I have a punch to open the gate of heaven!"

Ye Junlang roared angrily, the power of his own secret realm had already boiled, and the power of the condensed abyss heavy blow burst out with his fist, and his whole person was like a cannonball, rushing towards the angel disciples.

The monstrous fist intent rose to the sky, giving people a sense of heroic feeling that was higher than the sky, and with the condensation of his fist, it made people feel that under this punch, everything was destroyed!

This is an indomitable fist, with a heroic feeling, as if the jade is going to be burned!

Open the gate of heaven with one punch, not to see immortals, but to kill strong enemies!

"Huh?"

The angel's tone was a little surprised, and he actually felt a hint of threat.

However, it is only a hint of threat.

"Break it for me!"

The murderous intent in the eyes of the angel was once again vigorous, his body moved, as fast as thunder and lightning, and his fists struck, like a long roar of thunder, and thousands of fist shadows evolved out, like ten thousand points of thunder roaring down.

Bang! Bang!

The sound of violent fist strikes resounded in the air.

With the suppression of the angel's fist, the fist shattered, and the gate of heaven broke.

Ye Junlang's figure retreated, and red blood continued to ooze from his mouth.

Call!

The angel disciple took advantage of the victory to pursue, he rushed over, and once again punched Ye Junlang.

Ye Junlang's eyes sank, he could block this punch, but he didn't, he took another way of fighting!

Rumble!

Ye Junlang stepped forward, and just when the angel's fist slammed over, he also punched and punched the angel's body.

Bang!

The angel's fist hit Ye Junlang's body hard, and Ye Junlang's fist also hit the angel's apprentice.

Ye Junlang fell to the ground, but he stood up again, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and rushed towards the angel again.

Bang! Bang!

fell to the ground again and again, stood up again and again, Ye Junlang's body seemed to be made of iron, but he would not fall completely.

In his desperate way of exchanging injuries for injuries, Rao kept falling to the ground, but he also caused some injuries to the angels.

When Ye Junlang stood up again, the angel disciple's face appeared shocked for the first time, and he couldn't help but say, "How is this possible? How can you have such a powerful physique? This is not reasonable!"

At this moment, under the cover of night, Ye Junlang was like a wounded wolf, covered in blood, and his standing figure was shaky, but there was a faint layer of pale yellow light on the surface of his body.

The pale yellow light came out, as if it had stimulated some inner potential in his own body.