Wang Lang's mouth opened his mouth and did not dare to show his vigor. His face gradually showed a smile that he had survived the disaster.

"I am still in a perfect body! It's not broken yet! It's not broken yet!"

Wang Lang got up excitedly and just got up.

A huge knee came towards him, and Wang Lang's arms crossed.

The whole person was knocked back by a huge impact.

When Wang Lang stopped, the soles of one foot were worn out.

The soles of the foot were so hot that it hurt.

Wang Lang moved his sore arms, and one foot was slightly hung in the air and did not fall to the ground. Anyway, his whole body was in pain.

Beigong Jie stood not far away and looked at Wang Lang.

Wang Lang made a starter move slightly, "Wing Chun, Ye... Damn!"

Wang Lang flipped over, jumped, spinned, and jumped.

Beigong Jie stepped on the sole of his feet, and a stone flew up to Beigong Jie's instep. It seemed that he kicked slowly, and the stone flew out parallel to the ground.

As soon as Wang Lang was about to stop, he heard the sound of stones jumping around behind him, and the sound was very fast.

Before Wang Lang could deal with it, his whole expression changed.

He rushed forward.

ah!

The short and low scream was like the low scream made by a tired man who handed over his homework.

Wang Lang's eyes were blurred, and in a trance, he seemed to see himself running under the sunset.

He stood up tremblingly.

Cover*.

Wang Lang squeezed out a smile and compared a middle finger to Beigong Jie.

The excitement in Beigong Jie's eyes gradually cooled down, and the cold and ruthless killing jumped out of his eyes again.

Wang Lang quickly put away his middle finger, clamped his legs, and grabbed the knife with both hands.

Those fancy things of his own are no match for others at all. If Wang Lang hadn't had the dragon armor, he would have died long ago.

Beigong Jie perfectly interpreted what it means to reduce the ten levels of one force, which is extremely powerful. With his strength and speed alone, Wang Lang saw the figure running under the setting sun.

Like a strong wind.

If it rains suddenly.

If hey, hey!

Wang Lang rolled, rushing, spinning, and jumping.

When he stopped, Wang Lang spitted bloody saliva.

He stood up tremblingly, and his body shook his body and the ground under his feet collapsed a lot. Wang Lang quickly took a big step forward and looked back. He found that there was a deep pit behind him. It was so dark that he couldn't see how deep it was.

Beigong Jie soared into the sky and punched Wang Lang.

But his fist just stopped half a meter away from Wang Lang.

The power of the fist condensed by the Qi body on Wang Lang's body became soft, like a gust of wind.

Wang Lang looked closely and found that the iron chains on Beigong Jie were stretched straight.

Then I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Which god trapped this ancestor here!" Wang Lang covered his heart-wrenching wailing.

A few seconds later.

Wang Lang held his hands behind his back and lame his legs, raised his chin towards Beigong Jie, drew a cross at his heart, and patted it.

"Grandson! Come and fight to grandpa!"

Beigong Jie let out a beast-like roar from his throat, and blue veins swelled up on his forehead and neck.

Click!

The ground broke and Beigong Jie actually stepped forward for half a meter.
Chapter completed!