"Presumptuous! I'll let you taste my awesomeness!"

Sun Ming was scolded by Qin Lang, he was furious, his body was full of momentum, and he used all the strength of the innate second layer, and the crane's mouth hand attacked Qin Lang's heart again, and his speed and strength were much stronger than the first time!

Qin Lang was naturally angry.

The other party is going to kill him, and he won't say any more mercy.

The second layer of the "Wind Step" was fully exerted, and Qin Lang rushed towards Sun Ming with a gust of wind, and between the opening and closing of his fists and feet, he also directly used the strength of the innate second layer!

"What?"

Seeing that the crane's beak hand that he had exerted with his innate second-layer skills was actually simply broken by Qin Lang, Sun Ming was taken aback, he didn't expect that Qin Lang was actually the same as him, and he was also a congenital second-layer martial artist.

"Impossible!"

In an instant, a huge sense of loss made Sun Ming's eyes red, and he hated Qin Lang even more, and he couldn't wait to kill Qin Lang immediately.

He is the most powerful young martial artist in the province, his talent is unmatched, he doesn't believe that Qin Lang, who is younger than him, has the same strength as him, in order to continue to satisfy the vanity of his peerless genius, he wants to kill Qin Lang and eradicate this competitor.

As a result, in addition to the crane's beak hand, Sun Ming also continuously used the other mastery of the Five Evil Sect, which were all vicious and insidious moves that put people to death.

But Sun Ming was shocked to find that the young man on the other side was not only more talented than him, but also had no less experience than him, and the other party had a way to avoid the killing moves he used continuously.

Sun Ming's footwork against Qin Lang was both envious and hateful.

Every time his attack comes, the internal strength of the outside will envelop the other party, and the other party will use that set of footwork to dodge, so that he has nothing to do.

"Damn, I'm going to kill him!"

Sun Ming is like crazy, and his moves are ruthless.

In addition to taking Gu Yue's treasures from Qin Lang, he also wanted to eradicate Qin Lang, because because of his jealousy, he couldn't let the young martial artists who were better than him survive in the world.

Qin Lang was fighting and observing coldly.

After all, the other party is also a congenital second-level martial artist, and his martial arts talent is indeed very high, and he deserves to be a peerless genius.

It's not that he is arrogant, the reason why he has reached the second level of innate is because of the bonus of his identity as a cultivator and the assistance of elixir, and his own martial arts talent is not very high, which he knows very well.

On the other hand, Sun Ming, at the age of twenty-five or sixteen, is a congenital second-layer, and his talent is undoubted, and he can definitely be described as a demon.

Such a peerless genius has become his mortal enemy, not only is he not panicked, but he is a little excited.

Anyway, Sun Ming's viciousness and despicability decided that he would kill this person, so if he could kill a peerless genius, the sense of accomplishment would be great.

Qin Lang also wanted to give it a try and beat the feeling of a peerless genius.

Observing the other party's observations, Qin Lang found that although Sun Ming had outstanding martial arts talent, he had learned a lot of moves, and because of his extremely high talent, Sun Ming could use these mixed moves very well, but there was a problem.

Sun Ming may be able to use these moves skillfully and accurately, but the improvisation on the spot is not enough.

In other words, this peerless genius may be too noble and has not experienced danger, so in this kind of fight between life and death, the experience seems to be a little insufficient.

At least, less than his experience.

Qin Lang decided that he would use the means of a martial artist and defeat his opponent with the "Dragon Elephant Fist" without the means of cultivating the truth.

With Qin Lang's dragon elephant fist with more than 2,000 catties of strength, punch after punch was struck, forcing Sun Ming to be tired of coping, Sun Ming secretly complained in his heart: Why is this person on the other side like a living force divine water, and his strength is inexhaustible?

In fact, Sun Ming really didn't think about it.

You must know that Qin Lang used the prescription in the memory of "Xuan Qingzi" to take traditional Chinese medicine for refining the flesh for a long time, and his physique and physical strength have long surpassed those of martial artists of the same level, and in terms of physical strength, he is naturally stronger than people of the same strength.

"Hey, this fight is a little boring. ”

Qin Lang pressed Sun Ming and sighed in his heart.

The opponent's martial arts moves are endless, and he only uses the "Wind Step" and uses the "Dragon Elephant Fist" to punch the opponent one after another, and if this continues, he will kill the opponent in this monotonous way.

For Qin Lang, this is a bit boring.

However, Qin Lang knew that Sun Ming would definitely be boring to the point of being aggrieved.

Sun Ming, who was forced into danger by his simple and rough style of play, and who claimed to be a peerless genius, must be in a bad mood.

Sure enough, taking advantage of a gap, Sun Ming couldn't help but roar.

"Damn!"

Sun Ming yelled directly, venting the grievances in his heart.

He was a peerless genius, but he was actually beaten by the man opposite with a pair of fists, and this breath made him almost out of internal injuries.

"What kind of people are scolding," Qin Lang said with a smile, "There are even simpler and more rude ones." ”

After Qin Lang finished speaking, he added a lot of strength, and the Dragon Elephant Fist beckoned towards Sun Ming's body with a faster and more fierce attack.

At this time, Sun Ming didn't even dare to scold people to vent his grievances, and what he felt was not only a mountain of pressure, but also the shadow of his life being threatened.

He wanted to kill Qin Lang, but he also knew that he was afraid that he would also become Qin Lang's target to kill, and now Qin Lang actually had an advantage, if he couldn't get out of trouble, he was afraid that today, he, a peerless genius, would be hated on the spot.

After dodging Qin Lang's punch, Sun Ming finally quickly took out a small porcelain vase the size of a thumb cap from his jacket pocket.

Sun Ming secretly put the porcelain vase into the palm of his hand and didn't let Qin Lang see it.

Then, after dealing with Qin Lang's Dragon Elephant Fist next time, Sun Ming smiled evilly, and threw the small porcelain bottle straight at Qin Lang with his backhand.

Suddenly, a stream of purple smoke quickly spread in front of Qin Lang, and with the help of the wind, it quickly surged in the direction of Qin Lang.

Sun Ming smiled cruelly.

He deliberately hid this bottle of purple dew poisonous smoke, and after judging the direction of the wind, he immediately crushed the small porcelain bottle containing the purple dew poisonous smoke, and now the purple smoke had filled Qin Lang, and Qin Lang absolutely couldn't resist it.

This purple dew poisonous smoke has an amazing poisonous effect, even if a martial artist is stained, he will quickly lose a lot of strength.

Moreover, the poisonous smoke of purple dew does not poison people by breathing, but as long as people's naked skin comes into contact with this poisonous smoke, they will be poisoned!

The most important thing for the Five Evil Sects is poison-poison, Sun Ming deliberately chose only one kind of purple dew poisonous smoke to be around, that is, this kind of poisonous smoke is very powerful, and among the many terrible poisons and medicines in the sect, they are all in the top three.

"Boy, it's useless to hold your breath, just wait for your whole body to rot!"

Seeing that Qin Lang held his breath, Sun Ming mocked.

Although Qin Lang's reaction speed was very fast, just holding his breath could not stop the invasion of Zilu's poisonous smoke at all.

Moreover, he is not afraid of the reversal of the wind, because he has the antidote to this poison - the drug, and he is not afraid at all.

An opponent with higher talent than him, stronger than him, and younger than him is about to die at his own hands, Sun Ming did not feel guilty at all for using despicable means, but was smug and ecstatic.

"Boy, you're dead!"

Sun Ming laughed.

However, only halfway through the laughter, Sun Ming's laughter stopped abruptly, as if singing in KTV, and when he sang to the high tide, the microphone suddenly broke, and the voice was gone, leaving only the helplessness of a clown, and Sun Ming was stupid on the spot.

He actually saw that Qin Lang's hand suddenly released a puff of flames, and this puff of red flames was permeated, burning the purple smoke to the point at once!

What kind of flame is this, and how does it come from?

Sun Ming had such a question in his mind, but the next moment, Sun Ming hurriedly opened the distance between him and Qin Lang, and then asked loudly with horror, "Who are you?"

If he hadn't known that Qin Lang could release such a big flame for a reason, he would have thought that Qin Lang had used a demon technique.

But no one in the world can use magic magic!

But Sun Ming couldn't explain the reason for the appearance of this flame.

The fire-breathing show performed by the circus performers is completely different from Qin Lang's.

He directly locked on Qin Lang, and he captured everything about Qin Lang's actions.

Before that canopy of flames erupted, he didn't notice that Qin Lang had taken out any chemicals or other things, but just his hands changed rapidly in the air, as if he had made a handprint, and then a large puff of fire appeared out of thin air in front of Qin Lang!

This was beyond the scope of Sun Ming's comprehension, and even gave him an irresistible sense of powerlessness in his heart.

After all, if that flame was sprayed on his body, he could imagine himself being burned to the point of being burned by the flames.

Seeing Sun Ming asking who he was and how his fireball technique came from, Qin Lang just smiled faintly and did not answer.

Originally, he didn't plan to use the cultivation spell, anyway, he could kill Sun Ming by directly using the means of a martial artist, but Sun Ming was really despicable and insidious, and he secretly used a poison that could lose the opponent's combat power and cause the opponent to rot and die all over, he relied on the Dragon Elephant Fist, and he would definitely not be able to resist such a vicious and domineering poison, so he did not hesitate to use the fireball technique.

That purple poisonous smoke had been burned clean by the fire of cultivation, and the toxicity would naturally disappear as well, even if Sun Ming made trouble at the moment, he could send out the next fireball technique at any time.

Suddenly, Qin Lang saw that Sun Ming didn't care about himself, so he pulled out his legs and ran outside the film.

Sun Ming saw that Qin Lang didn't tell the origin of the big canopy of flames, but his heart was even more bottomless, and he was pressed and beaten by Qin Lang before, Sun Ming understood that he couldn't kill this opponent who was even more demonic than his talent, so he thought about escaping back to Poison Cloud Mountain and asked his father Sun Er for help.

"Do you still want to escape?"

Qin Lang's body shook, and the wind spread out, and instantly swept to Sun Ming's side, and blasted a dragon elephant fist at Sun Ming, forcing Sun Ming to retreat.

This person has even resorted to insidious poisonous means, if he still allows this kind of person to escape back to the Five Evil Sects, then he will not have to roam the city freely.

The Dragon Elephant Fist attacked continuously, and soon let Sun Ming get hit.

The first punch that hit Sun Ming directly broke Sun Ming's left arm joint, making Sun Ming's left hand unable to exert his strength.

Sun Ming panicked.

"Boy, I am the young master of the Five Evil Sects!"

Sun Ming directly moved out of his "prominent" identity.

In his opinion, Qin Lang is clearly also a martial artist, and he must know that there is a Five Evil Sect in the provincial capital, and no one dares to provoke him, he is the young master of the Five Evil Sect, and when Qin Lang makes a move, he must also be a little jealous of his identity.

"I'm still the Jade Emperor. ”

Qin Lang threw another punch, forcing Sun Ming to be tired again.

Is this young master of the Five Evil Sects not having a long brain, and at this time, he still moved out of his identity, thinking that he would be afraid?

Instead of being afraid, he will destroy the other party even more.

After all, it's the grass that is the most important thing. This bit of courage and decisiveness is not in line with his style.

Sun Ming was anxious.

He couldn't deal with Qin Lang's terrible fist a few more times, and if he didn't try to make Qin Lang stop, he, a peerless genius, would have to be directly stoned to death by Qin Lang with a violent and simple fist.

"Boy, you take away Elder Gu Yue's things, I treat it as if nothing happened!"

Sun Ming shouted loudly at Qin Lang!