Zhang Lang's eyes were completely red.

His body fell to the ground and shouted: "Go to die! Go to die for me!"

On Zhang Lang's face, blue veins swelled up, and his eyes were blood-red, like an out-of-control beast!

He clenched his fists tightly and bombarded the ground with all his strength!

Bang!

A loud bang came from the ground again, and the chain reaction caused by this loud bang was that the ground began to vibrate!

The smoke broke out in waves and did not dissipate for a long time, but the surroundings became quiet again.

Everyone looked over there nervously.

Zhang Lang's strength was completely beyond Wang Yan's expectations.

Wang Yan looked at this scene and his voice began to tremble: "This... how is this possible? Nineteen pots... Nineteen pots actually have no power to fight back?"

When the smoke finally dissipated, everyone saw Zhang Lang slowly climbing up from a hole in the ground.

Because Zhang Lang himself used too much force, his body also hit the ground. Although his fist had hit nineteen pots, the powerful impact made Zhang Lang himself feel a little embarrassed.

There was dust everywhere on his face, body, and arms, and there was also a faint blood on his face and arms!

Zhang Lang climbed out of the huge pit on the ground, slowly turned around and looked at everyone, sneering: "Nineteen Pots? Vulnerable..."

Zhang Lang was indeed a little inflated. He didn't expect that his full strength was so powerful now.

The nineteen pots really don’t have the power to fight back?

No.

Just as Zhang Lang said this, a hand stretched out from the soil!

The hand grabbed Zhang Lang's ankle with lightning speed!

"Then you... underestimate me too much..." There was also a deep voice from the ground: "Your strength is much worse than that of Hongdou, why do you fight me?"

Before Zhang Lang could react, Shijiu's body suddenly rushed out of the ground!

He stood upright, grabbed Zhang Lang's body, and held Zhang Lang upside down in his hand!

Whoosh!

The nineteenth pot's arms swung high, and Zhang Lang's body was swung up by the nineteenth pot and hit the ground with force!

But the nineteen pot never let go!

Zhang Lang screamed, and the second stroke of the nineteen pot had already begun, but this one was heavier than before!

The nineteenth pot was as relaxed as carrying a chicken, and kept smashing Zhang Lang's body to the ground!

"Stop it!" Liu Linglong shouted anxiously, and threw the spear in her hand directly at the 19th pot!

Shijiuhu didn't even look back at Liu Linglong. His ears moved slightly, and then he freed up a hand and waved his backhand!

The spear stopped in the air before he could stab the body of the nineteenth pot.

It stopped suddenly, as if a sudden brake came.

Then Shijiu looked at Liu Linglong slowly and said coldly: "More than ten years ago, it was the boy named Lan Fengling... More than ten years later... it was a woman? Do you want to help him so much?"

Shijiu waved his hand again, and the spear flew back towards Liu Linglong!

Not only that, the degree of flying back was even more amazing. It was like a flashing star, and everyone could only see a golden shadow, with a whoosh!

Liu Linglong widened her eyes and reached out to grab it...

However, although he touched the spear body of the spear, he did not grasp it steadily. The spear was rubbed directly from Liu Linglong's hand. Then, a scream came. A big man behind Liu Linglong could not dodge and was actually forked away by the spear!

Whoosh swish swish swish...

The spear continued to fly, and finally nailed it to a tree trunk a hundred meters away.

And... the body of the unlucky man.

Nineteen Hu smiled sarcastically: "You... are like ants..."

Liu Linglong gritted her teeth and grabbed the wrist of the other with one hand with pain.

She raised her palm and saw that under the moonlight, she could see that her palms had been burned. The flying spear was too fast and had too much force, so she could not grasp her strength. Not only that, the spear body rubbed against her palm, and she also burned her palm!

Zhang Lang was still in the hands of Shijiu and smiled bitterly: "Silly... why should I pick it up with my hands?"

Zhang Lang coughed, his eyes stern. Although he was standing upside down, he still grabbed Shijiu's ankles with both hands!

The height difference between him and Shijiuhu was not very far. He grabbed Shijiuhu's ankle, and then Zhang Lang pulled it hard!

Both of them fell magically to the ground.

Zhang Lang took this opportunity to turn over, pressed on Shijiu's body, and shouted in a deep voice: "I don't believe you are the indestructible body of Vajra!"

Yes, the scene in front of me was the same as more than ten years ago. The nineteen pots had obviously suffered severe damage, but there was still no sign of injury. The clothes on their bodies were a little broken, but there was no wound at all!

Zhang Lang swung his fist, activated the wind and thunder beads in his body, condensed all his strength on the fist, and suddenly smashed it hard on Shijiu's face!

Bang!

This time, there were finally screams of nineteen pots!

This punch actually smashed Shijiu's head into the ground!

Zhang Lang roared loudly, like a crazy lion: "Go to die, go to die!"

Bang, bang, bang...

One punch, one punch, another punch...

Zhang Lang felt a current begin to flow through his body.

When Zhang Lang raised his fist again, Shijiuhu's hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed Zhang Lang's wrist.

At this moment, the people around him stopped breathing again.

Such an attack, nineteen pots... are still alive?

Is it really a can't beat Xiaoqiang?

Zhang Lang also widened his eyes and looked at the nineteen pots in disbelief.

He really couldn't believe that he had tried his best, and the nineteen pots... he still couldn't beat him to death!

"No more fight... This time, I admit defeat..."

Shijiu's body moved for a moment, and he pulled his head out of the ground with force.

Zhang Langxian, Shijiu's face was also a little bloody and blurred.

A lot of blood was bleeding on his face, but he was really... injured?

The voice of Shijiu's speech trembled a little.

When Zhang Lang saw that his full attack was effective, he was ecstatic and shouted: "Do you know you're scared now?"

Zhang Lang waved his other fist again and kept smashing it into Shijiu's face!

Nineteen Pots actually gave up?

Did Nineteen Thu really admit defeat?

Everyone heard it right away just now. It was said by Shijiuhu himself! For a moment, everyone was ecstatic. This hero who dominated the sea for many years finally bowed his head!
Chapter completed!