I have to say that this purple painting is also a stinky and shameless person, Zhang Xiaofan used to know that he was arrogant and crazy, but he really didn't know that this guy was still so shameless......

"You're talking a lot of nonsense!"

Ye Jiangshan snorted coldly, and then his fists were clenched tightly, the blood-red color on his arm became more and more intense, and the unicorn arm formed by the natural bloodline was revealing a terrifying power at this moment, and this power was even about to burst his arm, it could be seen that blood was already flowing out of the arm, and it was even more strange.

And this power is constantly increasing!

This does not come from the growth of spiritual power, but the growth of this physical strength, the growth of bloodline ability!

Ye Jiangshan knows that he must vent this power, otherwise he will really be blown up!

Qilin Aotian Jue is really a technique that he has mastered to stimulate his talent bloodline, and at this moment, he has entered the third layer, and he has also obtained a set of martial arts.

The four styles of blood killing, only four styles, are martial arts dominated by the unicorn arm.

The battle intent of the night rivers and mountains rose, and then the right foot slammed on the ground, and then the body swept out, and the blood-red light condensed on the unicorn arm, and a terrifying aura spread.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan also smiled, he knew that his brother had obtained the ability of a new natural bloodline.

It seems that it is indeed right not to make a move.

"Kirin Fury Blood!"

Ye Jiangshan's heart suddenly burst out, and the violent spiritual power coupled with the terrifying power on the Qilin arm suddenly surged to the fist, but suddenly burst out, and a sky-high blood suddenly shrouded the purple painting.

The breath of this punch immediately broke the oppression of the realm given by the purple painting, and there was a sign of oppression of the purple painting.

Zihua's expression was extremely ugly, at this time, how could he not know that this Ye Jiangshan had gained a new talent bloodline ability!

This is the difference between the strength of the talent and bloodline!

He has been stimulating the talent bloodline for so long, except for the benefits of the beginning, he has no other abilities except for increasing his cultivation speed now!

But at this moment, Zihua has no way out, and in his opinion, he can still fight, he can still win, so why not fight.

"Thunder Fist!"

The purple painting shouted wildly, and then he also showed the punch he thought was powerful, and a punch came out, which was really like thunder, and the spiritual power became extremely irritable after the stimulation and superposition of this fist.

Looking at this punch, the faces of the people around them were completely different, because at this moment, the momentum in the fists of the two was already about the same, and the people on Yejiangshan's side, such as Mo Ye, all showed smiles, and they could all feel the improvement of Yejiangshan's strength.

As for the original Holy Gate, in addition to being surprised, there was not much expression, to be honest, the popularity of this purple painting in the Holy Gate was not very good, all because of his arrogant and boundless character.

And the master of the purple painting who heard the sound, Xuan Chen, was also ugly, if his apprentice was defeated by this night Jiangshan again, it was estimated that the heart of the martial arts that had just been established would be completely shattered!

Xiao Ruoli also arrived, looking at the rapidly approaching fists, he smiled, Ye Jiangshan must have had a huge improvement after this battle!

They didn't know that in fact, Ye Jiangshan was really dangerous at the moment, his current physique was extremely reluctant to withstand the power of this natural bloodline, and his physique was much weaker than Zhang Xiaofan at the beginning. Although these days, the talent bloodline and exercises are invisibly enhancing his physique, but it is still weak, how can it be compared with Zhang Xiaofan's physique that has been quenched by Purple Thunder.

But Ye Jiangshan persevered dangerously, although he was on the verge of extreme danger, but after his punch was blasted out, he remained on the edge of this danger.

"Boom!"

Under the eyes of countless gazes, the two fists finally bombarded together!

The violent spiritual power then collided, and the turbulent spiritual power rippled like a hurricane, spreading towards the surroundings!

And from Ye Jiangshan's arm, there was even more bright blood!

Immediately a terrifying power poured out from Ye Jiangshan's arm! Zi Hua's face was immediately ugly, but his spiritual power was indeed more than Ye Jiangshan, so the two of them actually maintained a balance in this punch, but Zi Hua's arm could be seen trembling......

The unicorn arm, this kind of natural bloodline, itself has an extremely strong strength, this strength is even more than Zhang Xiaofan's original strength, if it weren't for Zhang Xiaofan's strong physique, there would be no strength at all in this unicorn arm.

When the power exploded, both of them immediately took seven or eight steps back.

The fight of this punch is indeed a score of autumn colors, and the face of the purple painting is becoming more and more ugly.

On the contrary, Ye Jiangshan's fighting intent is getting stronger and stronger, and the outbreak of this punch is pouring out a strong force, but the power brought by the further stimulation of this talent bloodline is far more than that, so just the moment it stopped, Ye Jiangshan's body swept out again!

Blood!

The second form of the Four Bloody Killing Styles!

At the moment when the night river and mountain were displayed, the blood surging around his body became stronger and stronger, and a monstrous blood qi also diffused, accompanied by a monstrous battle intent!

A punch blasted out, but it brought out a fist shadow in the sky, which meant to kill all directions!

Of course, only one punch is real, and the rest are fists with qi and blood condensed under the fist intent, but it seems that it is impossible to distinguish.

Moreover, even if the fist with condensed qi and blood is also not weak, it is not weak at all, but the strength is weaker than the real fist.

Looking at this punch, Zihua's face was indescribably ugly, and he actually felt the aura of oppression......

How is this possible!

How can this guy get stronger and stronger! How is this possible? Is this the second Zhang Xiaofan!

At the same time, that Xuanchen was also ugly, he must not watch his apprentice lose again, it was his face that lost.

However, this punch, he hasn't stopped it yet, this punch, in his opinion, Zihua can still catch it.

Chasing the Wind Swordsmanship!

At the same time, Zihua couldn't care about his face anymore, and then the long sword was unsheathed, and the sharp sword intent was emanated!

Tempest crosses!

As soon as he came up, it was a sharp sword move, bringing out the Dao sword shadow, and quickly scattered the sword shadow in the sky, and at the same time, the body couldn't help retreating, giving himself time to dissolve this punch.

The purple painting retreated, and at this moment, Xiao Ruoli smiled brighter with cold eyes.

They are all very happy about the improvement of Yejiangshan's strength, this is another friend with strong talent and strength after Xiaofan.

And the others, the shock was even stronger, this time these young martial cultivators who entered the Holy Gate from the city, this strength is all okay!

Purple painting has always been the first day of the Holy Gate, not long ago after being blown up by Zhang Xiaofan, now it is very likely to be defeated by this night Jiangshan, think about the arrogance of purple painting in the past, and even many people have a happy meaning.

The fist shadow and sword shadow kept hitting each other, and in the end, it was indeed only the real punch of Ye Jiangshan, and then you could see that the purple painting was already flushed, and it was obviously not easy to cross off those fist shadows!

Looking at the fist that roared wildly, especially feeling the violent energy that erupted in it, Zihua's heart was extremely solemn.

"The wind moves with the sword!"

Zihua suddenly burst into tears, and then stopped retreating, the long sword in his hand let out a sword roar, and suddenly the speed accelerated, and the sword moved like the wind, piercing the punch of the night Jiangshan.

Zihua didn't believe it, this night Jiangshan could dare to use his meat fist to block his treasure!

"Thirteen stacks of blood rage!"

Then, when he heard Ye Jiangshan suddenly burst into tears, the second punch quickly erupted in mid-air, bringing out the violent strength of the Dao, and at the same time, it also performed the third form of the four blood killing styles, thirteen stacks of blood rage!

Immediately, I saw Ye Jiangshan, and in that instant, above the unicorn that emitted this bright blood, there was a rapid surge of blood light, but I saw Ye Jiangshan punch out!

Immediately, I saw that from the fist of the night Jiangshan, layers of qi and blood power and spiritual power burst out!

This third type is the method of attacking with the power of the fist, thirteen stacks, without thinking that it has been superimposed by the thirteen hairpins, so this punch that blasts out, even if it does not explode directly through the fist, is extremely powerful!