"Damn it!" At this time, Ying Lang felt extremely heavy all over his body. A terrible pressure was acting on him, and he was about to press him down.

Because of this strange gravity, he now had to use six points of strength to move a finger.

Seeing Jun Moqi's fist attacking, Ying Lang couldn't help but look gloomy.

"You are not used to being a demon myself." Just as Ying Lang's eyes appeared, and when he was about to fight to the death, Jin Chen's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"But it's okay, I'm familiar with the existence of [Devil]." Jin Chen said another word without a trace.

Immediately, Ying Lang felt a very familiar aura suddenly appear beside him, completely wrapping up his whole body. He knew that this was Jinchen's aura.

But Jin Chen is still healing his wounds in the air now, so how could he be...

Without waiting for him to think about it, Jun Moqi's fist had hit him. The fist with a strange black light was only three inches away from his chest at this time. This punch was beyond his reach.

But at this moment, the battle axe in his hand suddenly dissipated silently, turning into a black demonic energy, spreading past him at an extremely fast speed and gathering again.

clang.

Jun Moqi hit the battle axe with one punch, making a sound of gold and iron, and a few sparks were drawn.

"Oh?" Jun Moqi glanced at Ying Lang deeply and said, "The reaction is good! But so what, how did you win 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 it." Ying Lang said indifferently.

The next moment, a small blood-red dot slowly appeared on his eyebrows.

Before Jun Moqi could see clearly, the dot turned into a red halo, split into two, turning into blood-colored eyeshadows on the edge of Yinglang's eyes.

It was also as the blood-colored eyeshadow appeared that Ying Lang's entire aura suddenly changed.

His breath became extremely cold, with absolute indifference to everything.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Jun Moqi smiled coldly, his leg was faster, and even tore the air apart, making a "squeak".

clang.

Ying Lang in front of him suddenly showed a strange smile and turned his wrist. His battle axe turned into black mist again, spreading past, blocking his waist.

"I'll call it first, you can watch it carefully." Jin Chen's voice echoed in Ying Lang's ears, as if explaining the situation just now.

clang!

As expected, the battle axe once again blocked Jun Moqi's attack.

"What!" Jun Moqi frowned and withdrew his whip leg.

But at this moment, he saw that the strange battle axe turned into black mist again.

brush.

The demon cultivator's battle axe passed by, dividing the air into two like a stream of water.

If this blow can be successful, Jun Moqi will be cut in half instantly.

However, Jun Moqi's reaction was not slow, and his figure suddenly lowered, avoiding the "Yinglang" attack.

"Tsk." The demon cultivator curled his lips and flipped his hands again.

In an instant, the battle axe was re-directed at Jun Moqi and smashed it down hard.

Bang!

A muffled sound suddenly broke out where Jun Moqi and the demon cultivator were, and shock waves spread, stirring up smoke and dust.

"Who is that man shrouded in black mist? He can actually fight with Jun Moqi with the power of Condensing Spirit. Such a genius should not be an unknown person."

The explosion in the air had disappeared, and everyone present was a practitioner of Taoism. Therefore, after a brief buzzing in their heads, everyone also regained their ability to act independently.

After recovery, they saw something that they might not forget for a long time.

A person who is Condensing Spirit, even a person with only Condensing Spirit Seventh Stage, fights Jun Moqi. Even within a strange black light.

Because the black light range is too large, many people here feel heavy, as if a large stone is pressed on every inch of their body.

But Jun Moqi's speed seemed very fast, as if he was not affected.

Then it is obvious who created this black light.

But the more this happens, the more surprised everyone is. Who is Jun Moqi? He is a powerful god-cultivating man, and he is also well-known in Shengyuan City. But what about the opposite side? He is a completely unknown young man, or Ningling!

Logically speaking, Jun Moqi has to deal with a Ning Ling, just blink his fingers. But why did he take out this black light? Could it be that the Ning Ling there is really powerful enough to need Jun Moqi to deal with it with it...

Of course, this is just a guess from some people with weaker cultivation.

Those who have higher cultivation levels and can maintain consciousness in the previous explosions are even more shocked. Because...

"It's not just a fight, that young man is still in the upper hand!" A middle-aged man whose breath was surging and one step away from the spiritual cultivation was glaring and said in a daze.

Sure enough, just like what the man said. A muffled sound suddenly broke out between the two people fighting, and smoke filled the air.

And at this moment when the smoke filled the air, a figure flew backwards from it in a mess.

"Jun Moqi!" Seeing the figure flying backwards, many people's pupils were tightening, unbelievable.

"What kind of weapon is 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 out. He was probably the axe of the person who had died on the opposite side.

But even if he escaped by chance, he was not at all grateful. He knew that if he didn't find a way to deal with the man's battle axe, he would lose!

The person opposite did not answer, but everyone saw that the smoke covering the previous place was boiling violently.

That scene was like some terrible monster that was about to break out of the ground...

"We are stronger than mountains and rivers, fight against demons and destroy immortals!" A faint shout came from the smoke.

boom--

In an instant, all the smoke was shaken away instantly, and a skull fist print that was dozens of feet tall, like a meteor, sweeping out.

The terrifying fist posture seemed like the power of the sky, tearing the earth apart. The fist wind surging, and the people around him were forced to retreat several steps and their chests were stuffy.

"Bastard, I really think I'm afraid you won't do it." Seeing this scene, Jun Moqi also rose up in anger, took a step forward, and waved his hands quickly.

Crazy...

In the void, there seemed to be a stream of water. Before Jun Moqi's hands, the void shook, as if it turned into a strange river, flowing continuously.

Then he spewed out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the river in front of him red.

"Go, the waves break through the waves!" Jun Moqi shouted coldly, and quickly printed the blood-red river in front of him.

Whoosh-

After being slapped by Jun Moqi with one palm, the river trembled and turned into a blood-red spear more than ten meters long, shooting out directly.

Wherever the blood spear passed, a half-meter-wide gap was directly cracked on the ground. The air before the blood spear turned into a water flow, and was divided into a cone visible to the naked eye, flowing to the back of the blood spear.

With one punch, the fist wind forced several people to retreat. With one spear shot out, the air automatically separated.

There is no doubt that both of them may have all their strength in this attack. If anyone wins this attack, they will be not far from defeating their opponents!

The next moment, under the gaze of countless gazes.
Chapter completed!