C30 Yang Jun(2)

Yang Jian was shocked and cried out, "You... Where did you get such powerful devil energy from?"

"Thanks to your Yang family," Zhang Yang said with a cruel smile, "I picked it up from Devil Sealing Cave!"

While he was talking, Zhang Yang's fist landed on Yang Jian's body like raindrops. Sparks flew out from his fists and feet. In the blazing flames, black devil Qi was hovering around him, like a god of death.

Yang Jian's hands danced wildly, trying to block his opponent's fists. But soon, he realized that it was all in vain. His Nine Heavens Dry Hand had always been successful in killing demons and devils. He had made a great name for himself in Tianheng Continent. However, at this moment, it seemed like he had completely lost his usefulness.

As soon as the cold light flew out of his palm, it was immediately devoured by the flames that burst out from Zhang Yang's fists and legs. Before the ferocious Nine Heavens Power could be unleashed, Zhang Yang's devilish fist had already blocked the Qi Vein.

Crack crack crack... In the blink of an eye, Yang Jian had lost count of how many bones were broken in his body. He, who had always been invincible, held his head with both hands and let out a miserable cry.

The miserable cry did not arouse Zhang Yang's pity. It was as if he had fallen into some kind of illusion. His eyes became colder, and he attacked even harder. His eyes were flashing with an incomparably cruel and joyful expression.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang felt his legs go soft. It was as if he had stepped into the sky and fell into a cliff that was tens of thousands of meters high.

But he was clearly standing in a flat forest. Where did the cliff come from? Zhang Yang slightly shivered, and looked up, only to see that the heavily injured and dying Yang Jian had already been rescued. Lying weakly under a big tree twenty meters away, it looked like he had vented a lot of anger. He did not exhale much, and it seemed like he was not far from death.

Another young man in white clothes that was as white as snow appeared in front of Zhang Yang. He was waving a folding fan in his hand, and his face was full of smiles. He looked amiable, but there was a sinister look in his eyes that caused one's heart to palpitate.

"I'm Yang Shun," the man in white introduced himself with a smile. "I'm ranked second among the Yang family's Eight Armies."

Zhang Yang's devil Qi surged up, and his mind was filled with the desire to kill. When he heard this, he smiled coldly. "The eight young men of the Yang family, is there a total of eight of them? Why are you being so wishy-washy? Why don't we just come together and save each other's time! "

Yang Shun's face stiffened slightly, and he said with a cold smile, "Kid, do you think you can die too slowly? Eight Jun as one, invincible under the heavens, killing a nobody like you. Don't make the world laugh!" As he spoke, his face darkened, and he shouted loudly, "Watch my fist!"

When his voice reached the fist, there was no shocking wind, nor was there any speed as fast as lightning. This punch looked ordinary, but Zhang Yang, who was standing right in front of the fist, felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness.

It was as if there was an invisible net that had trapped him inside, and he could no longer break free.

With a rumble, Zhang Yang's body flew out.

Yang Shun sneered. He took a step forward and threw another punch. His steps were heavy. The speed of his punch wasn't fast, but Zhang Yang couldn't dodge it. He was hit again and was sent flying.

Zhang Yang was shocked. With his skills, it wasn't difficult for him to avoid Yang Shun's punches and kicks. However, every time Yang Shun punched, Zhang Yang felt that it was invisible. An incomparably majestic force pressed down from all directions, making him unable to move.

Not long ago, Zhang Yang had suppressed the disciples of the torture chamber with his devil energy and killed nineteen of them in one go. He didn't want the situation to turn for the worse. In just two days, the same thing had happened to him.

Zhang Yang finally experienced the feeling of not being able to rest in peace. Being beaten to death by such a fist was truly a cowardly thing. He struggled with all his might, layers of devil energy seeped out of his pores and spread outwards.

Yang Shun said with a ferocious smile, "How is it, kid? How does my 'Uncle Tu's Nine Joint Fists' taste?"

"I don't think so." Zhang Yang said coldly. His voice was filled with a ruthless aura, and it didn't seem like it came from a living person's mouth. At the same time, his eyes had turned completely black, and he could no longer see the whites of his eyes.

Yang Shun was slightly shocked and said with a cold smile, "A toad yawning and boasting! Let's see how many more punches you can take from me! "After saying that, he threw out another punch, and that terrifying force came whistling from all directions once again. It firmly suppressed Zhang Yang.

"Uncle Tu's Nine Joint Fists?" Zhang Yang suddenly laughed wildly, "That's all!" As he spoke, he suddenly shouted angrily and threw out a punch as well. An incomparably powerful force suddenly burst out, like a silver bottle breaking, unstoppable.

Yang Shun never expected that Zhang Yang would be able to move freely under the suppression of Uncle Tu's Nine Joint Fists. He was caught off guard and was punched in the chest by Zhang Yang. His body was like a bundle of straw as he fell far away.

Zhang Yang let out a wild howl towards the sky. In an instant, a strange change occurred on his face. It was as if another face was about to burst his face, revealing his ferocious and terrifying face.

"Go to hell!" Zhang Yang threw out a punch with a wild laugh. The force of the punch was as sharp as a knife.

Yang Shun's face turned pale. The punch that came at him made him smell death. He tried to dodge sideways with all his strength, but he was still slightly slower. The powerful punch had already hit his left arm.