Ye Junlang steadied his staggering steps, and the face in his eyes became extremely solemn.

The old man in gray is very strong, and the strength realm of the mad lion and the black sword is not at the same level as him at all, and the lethality caused by the power of dark energy is indeed unimaginable.

Rao is like this, but he can't crush Ye Junlang's invincible belief and fierce fighting intent.

Ye Junlang recalled the characteristics of the dark power that Fang had just faced in the face of the gray-clothed old man, the biggest damage was indeed that penetrating force, but this penetrating kill was a little different from the penetrating damage formed by his critical hit.

The difference is that the penetrating damage caused by the power of dark energy is inconspicuous and invisible, and once it is invaded by this power of dark energy, it will cause fatal damage to the internal organs of the body, while the penetrating damage caused by the power of critical attack can penetrate the body, such as the phenomenon of a hump in the back formed by Ye Junlang's critical attack.

The damage of the power of darkness is invisible, and the damage of the power of critical hits is unmatched.

As for which is stronger and which is weak, it is really hard to say, each has its own characteristics.

Ge Tong continued to walk towards Ye Junlang, the killing intent condensed from him was already sharp to the extreme, he had completely locked Ye Junlang, and this posture obviously regarded Ye Junlang as a prey that was about to be hunted.

Bang! Bang!

Ye Junlang began to step forward, each step was as heavy as a thousand pounds, accompanied by a force that swept out of his body, and the dull footsteps stopped in people's ears like a drum beating.

This is a kind of potential, Ye Junlang wants to use his own strength to reduce the momentum of ten guilds to fight against the incomparably strong martial arts momentum of the gray-clothed old man.

"Come again!"

Ye Junlang drank violently, he kicked his feet, and rushed towards the gray-clothed old man again.

Boom! Boom!

Ye Junlang punched out blatantly, and in an instant, he blasted out more than ten punches with his left and right hands, each punch contained his own most violent critical power, and shrouded the gray-clothed old man with a terrifying power like a mountain of mountains.

During this period, Ye Junlang's right leg also swept out, and the momentum of one leg was as fast and strong as a cannonball, and it is no exaggeration to say that once a living person is swept by such a leg momentum, he will inevitably break his waist.

In the face of Ye Junlang's stormy offensive bombardment, even Ge Tong, who was in the Martial Venerable Realm, had a slightly solemn face, and two sharp edges suddenly burst out from his gray eyes, and his body stretched out, and he unleashed the fist of the "Burning Wasteland Zhaoyang Fist".

Ge Tong's fist was like a round of small suns bursting out, blazing and dazzling, scorching, extremely dazzling, and the momentum seemed to burn the eight wildernesses and illuminate the world.

After Ge Tong's fist was unleashed, it seemed to form a natural round shield, which lay in front of him, allowing Ye Junlang's stormy fist and leg momentum to attack and kill, but he couldn't shake the round shield formed by this fist.

When Ye Junlang's round of violent offensive fell, and when he was about to breathe, Ge Tong made a move, took the initiative to attack, and a ferocious fist pierced down like a long sunset, blasting into Ye Junlang's chest.

"Roar!"

Ye Junlang roared angrily, he gathered all his strength and met Ge Tong's punch.

Bang!

The fist bombardment, terrifying, don't look at the old man in gray looks ordinary and medium-sized, but the dark power that bursts out from his fist is too terrifying, like a frenzied surge, engulfing Ye Junlang.

Ye Junlang opened his mouth and snorted, and under the impact of that incomparably powerful dark power, his body involuntarily retreated.

The old man in gray obviously didn't give Ye Junlang the slightest respite, he continued to attack with his fists, and blasted out six punches one after another, one punch was faster than the other, one punch was more intense than the other, and his own double dark energy all burst out, terrifying.

Ye Junlang gritted his teeth, and kept punching to meet the attack in the process of retreating, sparing no effort to resist the attacking fist of the old man in gray.

When the sixth punch of the gray-clothed old man bombarded down, the churning qi and blood in Ye Junlang's body could no longer be suppressed, and he immediately opened his mouth and coughed up a mouthful of scarlet blood, and his body also retreated five or six steps one after another.

Ye Junlang gasped slightly, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, looking embarrassed.

Ge Tong still seemed calm and relaxed, and continued to walk towards Ye Junlang, under the calm on the surface, his heart was shocked.

He attacked one after another, but he still failed to knock Ye Junlang to the ground, if it was replaced by other Martial Sect Realm powerhouses, not to mention so many attacks, under his full blow, few Martial Sect Realm powerhouses could catch it.

Ge Tong knew that Ye Junlang did not cultivate ancient martial arts, but Ye Junlang's strength was similar to the martial arts realm of ancient martial arts, which meant that his strength realm was a big realm higher than Ye Junlang.

Relying on the advantage of a large realm, Ye Junlang was still able to stand under several strong attacks, which really shocked him, even those martial arts geniuses in the ancient martial arts world were nothing more than that, right?

Situ Liuyun and Yang Rui, who were watching the battle from the side, were completely relieved, watching Ye Junlang coughing up blood and being injured, this battle can be said to be nine out of ten.

"Second son, this Ye Junlang is really beyond his strength, I am looking forward to watching the end of this arrogant man personally by the second son, it must be extremely refreshing. Yang Rui said with a smile.

Situ Liuyun nodded, and said with a sneer: "This Ye Junlang really thought that he could walk sideways with a few catties and taels, but he didn't know that in the eyes of a real ancient martial arts powerhouse, he was just an ant. ”

"How can a firefly compete with Haoyue? He is nothing compared to the second son. Yang Rui said flatteringly.

Situ Liuyun squinted, and he thought of Su Hongsleeve.

Thinking of Su Hongsleeve's intimate attitude towards Ye Junlang in the Su Group that day, he was jealous. But soon, the jealousy in his heart could be transformed into the kind of pleasure that bladed Ye Junlang.

Thinking of this, a smug smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

"You're getting better than I ever imagined. I'm going to see how long you can last. ”

The old man in gray spoke, looking at Ye Junlang with a look like a cat and mouse.

Ye Junlang raised his right hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and said in a calm tone: "Don't worry, I will hold out until the time you fall." ”

"Death is still arrogant and ignorant!"

The gray-clothed old man snorted coldly, his body spread, and he rushed towards Ye Junlang with a murderous and awe-inspiring momentum.

"Fist of Fury, give me an explosion!"

Ye Junlang roared violently, the bones of his whole body immediately gurgled, the muscles of his body swelled in an instant, his eyes were red, and the whole person seemed to be in a state of rage and rage.

Driven by that endless anger and murderous intent, he rushed forward step by step, his speed became faster and faster, and his own momentum also increased, and he had already incarnated into a real Satan!

Fist of Fury, Fist of Crit!