"Big Arhat Fist. ”

Yang Jie used his strongest martial art, the Great Arhat Fist, which was infinitely close to the Xuan-level martial arts.

The spiritual power of his whole body was surging, and at this moment, his whole person seemed to be shrouded in a layer of golden light, and it was like wearing a golden battle armor, and he was domineering.

At the moment of punching, behind him, there seemed to be a golden closed-eyed Arhat.

The Great Arhat Fist, under the urging of his strength in the Yellow Extreme Realm, has exerted its power to the extreme.

"That rampant waste boy is dead. ”

"Hmph, this time, I see how crazy he is. ”

The Great Elder, the Second Elder's henchmen all spoke coldly, although they admitted that Yang Yifan was very strong, but no matter how strong they were, it was impossible to defeat Yang Jie at this time.

However, the Great Elder didn't speak, because Yang Yifan was too calm, and his calmness made him feel an inexplicable shock.

Is there any weirdness?

No!

No, what kind of wind and waves can a guy with an eightfold body quenching realm turn up?

He thought to himself.

Boom.

When they saw Yang Yifan not retreating but advancing, many people widened their eyes and were speechless, at least, they didn't have the courage to continue moving forward at this time.

Fear?

Will Yang Yifan be afraid?

You must know that when he was in the sixth level of the Quenching Body Realm, he dared to fight head-on with the third-order water spirit snake.

Bang.

After receiving a punch, Yang Yifan's body couldn't help but shake, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, Huang Jijing's strength was indeed strong, but as if he didn't feel pain, he continued to move forward, and then a spirit snake came out of the hole and smashed over.

Swish.

Yang Jie dodged in a flash, and after entering the Yellow Extreme Realm, his speed also increased a lot, and at this moment his face was full of hideous smiles, in his opinion, Yang Yifan was already a dead corpse.

"Boy, do you want me to help? ”

The demon was a little unhappy, and it was rare to take the initiative to help Yang Yifan.

"I'm a gunner. ”

Grass.

The evil demon scolded, sure enough, he is a group of crazy people who practice guns, what kind of bullshit would rather bend than bend, masochism, but he still didn't make a sound to disturb Yang Yifan.

Bang bang.

At this time, Yang Yifan was punched by Yang Jie twice, and the blood was already sliding down the corners of his mouth, and the whole person looked very embarrassed, but he never took a step back.

This?

The entire scene was dumbfounded, and they took a few punches from Yang Jie, who had reached the strength of the Yellow Extreme Realm, but he was injured and had not fallen down yet, which made them all wonder if Yang Yifan had become a fierce beast, otherwise, how could the body be so strong?

Bang.

was blocked by Yang Yifan, and the sneer on Yang Jie's face was even worse, "Fooled, waste, silk wrapper." ”

Not good!

The three elders' faces changed suddenly, now Yang Jie uses the strength of the Yellow Extreme Realm to use the silk winding hand, the power is definitely greater than before, and the most important thing is that Yang Yifan is now injured.

Syllable.

Yang Yifan's wrist was caught.

Click.

A terrifying bone cracking sound sounded, and a large pool of warm blood splattered out, and the miserable white bones had already bubbled out.

"Hahaha, good, good. ”

The second elder laughed heartily.

Yang Ling'er's eyes also showed a hint of heartache, but she still looked at Yang Yifan firmly, and from beginning to end, she firmly believed that her brother Yifan could not lose like this.

"Dare to come?"

Seeing Yang Yifan swinging his left hand and smashing it over, Yang Jie snorted coldly, "Since this is the case, then scrap your left hand and feet, and see if you dare to provoke me." ”

Because of the injury, Yang Yifan's speed was greatly reduced, and his right hand fell down.

Bang.

Yang Jie blocked Yang Yifan's fist, then opened his five fingers, snapped, and held Yang Yifan's left wrist again.

Swish.

Many people couldn't bear to look at it, turned their heads, and couldn't bear to see Yang Yifan's left hand broken, they had been deeply shocked by Yang Yifan's stubbornness, but in the face of absolute power, what was the use of this?

Click.

The crisp voice sounded, and everyone's hearts were cold, they knew that Yang Yifan's left hand was also broken.

"Spirit snake stings. ”

Almost at the same moment, a roar like a wounded beast suddenly rang out, so loud, so crazy, that it was like a spear piercing everyone's hearts, and their hearts couldn't help but tighten at once.

Bang.

Blood splashed, Yang Yifan's broken right hand couldn't withstand the flow of spiritual power, and the blood collapsed in an instant, but there was still a trace of crystal spiritual power circulating on the broken bones.

Damn it.

Yang Jie's face changed greatly, and he couldn't retreat, so he could only hurriedly raise his hand to block.

It's a pity that it's late.

Bang.

Yang Jie's right hand was bounced off, and he could only watch the bloody bones smash towards his face.

"No... ”

Bang.

The crash sounded.

"Ahh ”

The terrible scream like killing a pig sounded, and Yang Jie was hurriedly retreating, but his face had been pierced out of the blood hole, and the blood was gushing out like a spring.

This?

Many people were frightened, they never dreamed that after being so seriously injured, Yang Yifan could still use his bones to hurt the enemy, it was terrible, was this what people did?

Murderous!

It's so brutal!

Watching Yang Jie cover his face and fall to the ground and keep rolling, the terrible screams have not been broken, and then look at Yang Yifan who is standing proudly, his hands are dripping blood, and the bones on his wrists are still exposed, looking extremely weak, but at this moment, everyone feels cold all over their bodies, and the fear in their hearts can't be contained.

"Damn, get up, it's his final blow. ”

The second elder roared, ignoring the elder's demeanor.

Syllable.

With his hands on the ground, Yang Jie, who was wailing, stood up little by little, and the evil qi on his body also reached an extreme, he was disfigured, he would not kill Yang Yifan now, he wanted to keep the life of this waste dog, and then torture it every day, let this waste watch his beloved woman being ravaged by him, otherwise, it would be difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

Pedaling.

He walked towards Yang Yifan.

Can it still turn defeat into victory?

At this moment, many members of the Yang family hope that Yang Yifan can win, although Yang Yifan is arrogant and arrogant, but at least Yang Yifan is upright, especially the attitude of endless life and continuous fighting, which makes them deeply infected.