"Damn it!" At this time, Ying Lang felt extremely heavy all over. A terrible pressure acted on him, almost crushing him.
Because of this weird gravity, now he has to exert 60% of his strength to even move a finger.
Seeing Jun Moqi's fist, Ying Lang couldn't help but look gloomy.
"You're still not used to yourself after becoming a demon." Just when there was a hint of cruelty in Ying Lang's eyes and he was about to fight for his life, Jin Chen's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
"But it's okay, I'm familiar with the existence of [Devils]." Jinchen said another meaningless sentence.
Immediately, Ying Lang felt a very familiar aura suddenly appear next to him, completely wrapping his whole body. He knew that this was Jinchen's aura.
But Jinchen is clearly still recovering from his injuries in the air, so how could he...
Before he could think about it, Jun Moqi's fist had already hit him. The fist that shone with a strange black light was only three inches away from his chest. This punch was inevitable.
But at this moment, the battle ax in his hand suddenly dissipated silently and turned into a black demonic energy, which passed in front of him at an extremely fast speed and regrouped.
clang.
Jun Moqi punched the battle ax hard, making a sound of gold and iron, and a few sparks were rubbed out.
"Oh?" Jun Moqi took a deep look at Ying Lang and said, "The response is good! But so what, how did you win over me now!"
While speaking, Jun Moqi raised his foot, drew a semicircle in the air, and kicked Ying Lang hard on the waist.
"That's how we win." Ying Lang said indifferently.
The next moment, a small blood-red dot slowly appeared between his eyebrows.
Before Jun Moqi could see it clearly, the dots turned into a red halo, split into two, and formed light red eye shadow on the edges of Ying Lang's eyes.
It was also at the same time that the bloody eye shadow appeared that Ying Lang's whole aura suddenly changed.
His breath became extremely cold, with an absolute indifference to everything.
"Pretend to be a ghost!" Jun Moqi smiled coldly, and the speed of that leg was even faster, even tearing the air apart, and he made a "呲LA" sound.
clang.
The Yinglang in front of him suddenly showed a strange smile and turned his wrist. His battle ax turned into black mist again, filled the air, and blocked his waist.
"I'll type it again first, you watch carefully." Jin Chen's voice echoed in Ying Lang's ears, seeming to explain the situation just now.
clang!
As expected, the battle ax once again blocked Jun Moqi's attack.
"What the hell!" Jun Moqi frowned and retracted his whip.
But at this moment, he saw the strange battle ax turn into black mist again.
brush.
The demon cultivator's battle ax passed across the area, dividing the air into two channels like water.
If this attack could succeed, Jun Moqi would be cut in half in an instant.
But Jun Moqi didn't react slowly either. He lowered his body suddenly and dodged the "Yinglang" attack.
"Tch." The demon cultivator curled his lips and turned his hands again.
In an instant, the battle ax was aimed at Jun Moqi again and struck down hard.
Bang!
A muffled sound suddenly erupted where Jun Moqi and the demon cultivator were, and shock waves spread, stirring up a puff of smoke.
"Who is that man shrouded in black mist? He can actually fight Jun Moqi with the power of condensing spirits. Such a genius should not be an unknown person."
The explosion in the air has disappeared, and everyone present is also a cultivator. Therefore, after a brief buzzing in their heads, everyone regained their ability to act independently.
After recovering, they saw something that they might not be able to forget for a long time.
A person with a condensing spirit, or even a person with only the seventh level of condensing spirit, fought against Jun Moqi. Even, it is still within a strange black brilliance.
Because the black brilliance range is too large, many people here feel that their bodies are heavy, as if every inch of their bodies is pressed by a big stone.
But Jun Moqi's speed seemed to be very fast, as if he was not affected.
Then it is obvious who created this black brilliance.
But the more this happened, the more surprised everyone became. Who is Jun Moqi? He is a strong cultivator of the gods and is well-known in Shengyuan City. But what about the other side? He is a completely unknown young man, but he is still Ning Ling!
Logically speaking, if Jun Moqi had to deal with a Ningling spirit, he could just snap his fingers. But why did he take out this black brilliance? Could it be that the Ningling over there is really so powerful that Jun Moqi needs all his strength to deal with it...
Of course, this is just the speculation of some people with weak cultivation.
Those with higher levels of cultivation and able to maintain consciousness during the previous explosion were even more horrified. because……
"It's not just a fight, that boy, he still has the upper hand!" A middle-aged man with a surging aura, who was only one step away from cultivating a god, said in a voiceless voice with his eyes widened.
Sure enough, it was just as the man said. A muffled sound suddenly erupted between the two fighting men, and smoke filled the air.
And at this moment when the smoke filled the air, a figure flew out of it in an awkward manner.
"Jun Moqi!" Seeing the figure flying out clearly, many people's pupils shrank in disbelief.
"What kind of weapon is that of yours!" Jun Moqi stared coldly at the smoke not far away.
If he hadn't reacted in time just now, he would have directly turned the huge spiritual energy in his body into a torrent and released it. He was probably dead by the ax from the person opposite.
But even if he was lucky enough to escape a blow, he didn't feel happy at all. He knew that if he couldn't find a way to get rid of the man's battle ax, he would be the loser!
The person on the other side did not answer, but everyone saw that the smoke that enveloped the previous place was boiling violently.
That scene seemed like some terrible monster was about to break out of the ground...
"Stronger than mountains and rivers, fighting demons and destroying immortals!" An indifferent voice came from the smoke.
boom--
In an instant, all the smoke was blown away in an instant, and a skull fist print dozens of feet in size shot out like a meteor.
The terrifying fists were like the power of heaven, tearing the earth apart. The wind of the fist surged, and everyone watching the fight was forced to take a few steps back, feeling tight in their chests.
"Asshole, you really think I'm afraid of you." Seeing this scene, Jun Moqi also became angry and took a step forward, waving his hands very fast.
Wow…
There seemed to be water flowing in the void. In front of Jun Moqi's hands, the void was shaking, as if it had turned into a strange river, flowing endlessly.
Then he spurted out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the river in front of him red.
"Go ahead and kill in the stormy waves!" Jun Moqi shouted coldly and quickly struck the blood-red river in front of him with his palm.
Whoosh——
After being slapped by Jun Moqi's palm, the river trembled and turned into a blood-red war spear more than ten meters long, shooting straight out.
Wherever the blood spear passed, a half-meter-wide gap opened in the ground. The air in front of the blood spear seemed to turn into water, divided into cones visible to the naked eye, and flowed behind the blood spear.
With one punch, the wind forced several people to retreat. A spear shot out and the air separated automatically.
There is no doubt that both of them probably used their full strength in this attack. Whoever wins this blow will be close to defeating his opponent!
The next moment, under the gaze of countless eyes.
The two men's terrifying attacks finally collided with each other. In an instant, there was thunder on the ground, countless energies, and storms swept across all directions!
