Chapter 91： Who can stop this power? (1/2)

”God, tell me, it's not true!”

Ye Feizhang shouted wildly in his heart, almost hysterical and heart-piercing.

He took the precious Nether Pill, and spent his life to raise his strength to a small level.

But Su Lang didn't even do anything, so his strength rose step by step, and he reached the level of a quasi military commander!

Ye Feizhang really doubted life!

Seeing Ye Feizhang and Ye Lingfeng with different looks, Su Lang smiled coldly and directly called the attribute panel.

[Name]: Su Lang

[Race]: human

[Qualification Level]: Turbidity

[Realm level]: Quasi-Martial artist

[Attack level]: Prospective military commander

[Defensive Level]: Senior General +

[Shenfa Level]: Pinnacle General+

[Endurance Level]: Senior General +

【Mastering Techniques】: Boundless Heart Sutra, Chasing Soul (Advanced, Beginner), Lei Si Zhen Jue (Elementary, Xiao Cheng), Lei Guang Zhen Jue (Elementary, Xiao Cheng); Lei Gang Zhen Jue (Elementary, Elementary);

Bajia Bodybuilding Jue (Intermediate, Beginner), Yunyan Cangsibu (Intermediate, Beginner), Mianwu Bodybuilding Jue (Intermediate, Beginner), Jiuxiang Mountain Treading Technique (Intermediate, Beginner)...

(Some exercises have been omitted)

[Activated system functions]: One-key training function (level 5), one-key martial arts function (level 5), clone dispatch function (level 5), one-key treasure hunting function (level 3)

”With such power, who can stop it!?”

Su Lang sneered and pulled out the Purple Spirit Sword again and again, exuding a terrifying murderous aura.

”Ling Feng, go!”

Ye Feizhang was panicked, grabbing Ye Lingfeng's shoulder and throwing it away.

Immediately afterwards, he held a long sword and rushed to Su Lang desperately.

At this moment, Ye Feizhang's only thought was to preserve the only hope of the Ye Family.

It's just that he never expected that Ye Lingfeng had already been struck by Su Lang and his faith collapsed.

”Chasing the soul, Suo!”

Seeing Ye Feizhang rushing over, Su Lang let out a cold snort, and the long sword stabbed forward without fancy.

”Chasing the soul, condensing!!”

At the moment of the moment, Ye Feizhang used the defensive sword in the chasing soul to stand in front of him.

”Ding stunned--!”

A piercing sound of gold and iron clashing through the sky.

Ye Feizhang's body resembled a puppet thrown out by a giant, hitting a huge rock fiercely.