In the seventh punch, the punch of the power of the human dragon is manifested, and there is a magnificent human dragon power.

In the eighth punch, the magic fist of Zhenwu Town showed a manifestation of the power of removing the magic.

The ninth punching print, a sorrowful fist rising into the sky, as if it was given life and soul, it contained infinite warfare!

These three boxing prints are all bombarded in Saint Jete's sacredness.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The continuous slamming sound sounded as empty, and the violent emperor's power was also stirring, making this square space trembling unstable.

Saint Jete's punch was on Ye Junlang's body. The horrible emperor's power shock made the golden mango that Ye Junlang's own King Kong bloomed.

Ye Junlang's body flew out, and his mouth was bleeding.

At the same time, Saint Jeter also snorted, and the three punch stamped on him and hit him.

"Satan!"

Under the field, the Dragon Girl couldn't help but whispered, and the amber's beautiful eyes also glowed with a colorfulness and nervousness.

The old Ye on the side glanced at the Dragon Girl, and a pair of old eyes narrowed slightly -there was a drama. This dragon maiden was so concerned about Ye Xiaosi, but it was revealed, and then encouraged Ye Xiaoko to say a few words.

Take it down.

Ye Junlang on the ranging field really did not know that the old man Ye would have such an idea at this time. I really want to know that he was afraid that he couldn't help but yell — his Lao Tzu was spit on the ring.

Your old man still thinks about these things?

Ye Junlang wiped off the blood on the corner of his mouth, and the warfare in his eyes was still flourishing. He had to say that after his Dalon Kong realm reached a high realm, the defense improvement brought about was indeed a lot of improvement.

In addition, the body of the dragon body with a physical technique is incorporated into it, so that the strength of his physical fitness today, even if the first emperor's strong one blows, can support it, it does not cause much injuries.

Saint Jete's face was pale, and his breath was slightly weak. It can be seen that the three boxing prints from Ye Junlang's evolution still caused a certain injury to him.

St. Jete stared at the little Jinhui bloomed by Ye Junlang himself. His face was ugly. He did not expect that Ye Junlang would have such a body surgery.

Otherwise, the replacement is the strong emperor's realm. His punch is enough to blast the other party. Even if it is a stronger body, for example, the quasi -emperor soldiers of the Titan legacy will be seriously injured under that punch.

Although Ye Junlang was hemorrhage in the corner of his mouth, his blood was still prosperous, and his arms were not diminished. It can be seen that the injury caused was not too heavy.

"Is this where Satan's confidence is?"

Saint Jeter's eyes narrowed slightly, but it has the advantage of having such a strong physical technique in the battle. Ye Junlang is just a quasi -emperor, but he is better than some of the first emperor's realm.

The strong, including him.

Therefore, if you really want to drag down, whoever does the deer really does n’t know.

"You have to fight, you can't drag it! Even if you are seriously injured, you must kill Satan!"

Saint Jeter's eyes were red, and he had a strong killing opportunity.

He made up his mind to end the battle at all costs at the fastest time, and he could not delay. Otherwise, Ye Junlang would be able to drag him to death relying on the most powerful physique.

"kill!"

Saint Jeter murdered Shenglie, he drank coldly, and once again urged the fist of Shengye's silent sky fist.

And out, he killed Ye Junlang with a destructive momentum town.

Ye Junlang's eyes flashed with a fierce war, and his own warfare standing upright, like a giant standing between the heavens and the earth, he was not afraid!

To fight, then fight the blood!

San Jet is indeed very strong, especially a strong emperor, those emperor -level strong people in the dark world.

However, the strength of the opponent does not make Ye Junlang fear, it will only make him more and more brave.

Yu Qiang is a fighting style he has always come.

Only by fighting the stronger can we constantly break through.

Fighting and avoiding the war is not the style of Shilong. He will only fight to the end!

"Fist cover the sky!"

"Fist open the sky!"

Ye Junlang drank the exit, his own punching momentum rose, and the two fists passed by.

The river -like turbulent, the power of the emperor's level inside was full of the endless punch, bombarding to St. Jete with a thunderous momentum.

At this moment, Ye Junlang's golden light bloomed, like a golden god of war, the punching potential of attacking and killing also revealed the bright golden light, just like one day from his boxing potential.

Boom!

The two of them were bombarded, and the strength of the boxing momentum was turbulent, and the momentum was amazing.

Ye Junlang was repelled again, and under the reverse power of the emperor level, the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood again.

Saint Jeter was uncomfortable. He was holding on the blood of his heart. His own breath was weakened again. He burst into one after another, and he was also greatly consumed by his own emperor's power.

But this can't kill Ye Junlang!

"Damn!"

Saint Jeter was a little anxious. He was gloomy, opened his mouth and drank, and he moved and attacked Ye Junlang again.

"Holy Night Lord!"

St. Jeter drank the exit and evolved the strongest blow in the Saint Ye Ji Tianquan. His own emperor's power also rolled up again, and he attacked Ye Junlang with an unstoppable power.

"I have a punch town of heaven!"

Ye Junlang was angry and evolved out of the eighth -style boxing style in the Jiuxianshan River Boxing.

As soon as the boxing potential came out, the void shook.

When the punch of the inside showed out, the whole void was as collapsed, and a wholeheartedly magnificent punch was formed.

Zhong Yinyin intertwined the virtuous shadow of the majestic martial arts emperor, which contains a strong power of the most powerful magic!

"This fist ..."

Seeing that Ye Junlang evolved in such a strong punch, the face of the ancient strong men who watched the battle under the meals was difficult to keep calm, and one by one was shocking.

Too strong!

The evolution of such fisting boxing is not as good as the power of these ancient boxers.

At this moment, this type of fisting that Ye Junlang evolved carried a mighty and boundless town of the most powerful and powerful town.

The shocking fist strike.

Boom!

After the sound of the shocking sound, I saw that the two figures were separated in an instant.

San Jet's body is also backward. After taking back four or five steps, he forced his body, but the blood that was under the pressure of the throat couldn't help it anymore.
Chapter completed!