Chapter 563

Just for a moment, Yin Zhiping was dragged by Yin Junjie. When he saw his son's fingers cut off by others, Yin Junjie looked gloomy and terrible.

"Who!"

Seeing Yin Zhiping being dragged away, Shen Lang's face changed, and immediately chased after him. He slapped Yin Junjie with the palm of snow God.

"I want to die!"

Yin Junjie sees that Shen Lang is just at the beginning of the situation. He takes advantage of the situation and slaps Shen Lang violently. He looks violent and wants to slap Shen Lang to death.

"Bang!"

The two palms collided and caused a huge storm.

Shen Lang retreated four or five steps to stabilize his body. His whole body was full of Qi and blood, but he was not seriously injured.

Compared with the martial arts cultivation in the middle period of Wenjing, Shen Lang's internal power is not as good as Yin Junjie's, but it's better than his skill.

Yin Junjie also stepped back and was shocked. He thought he could hit the kid with all his strength. Even if he could not kill him, could he let him seriously hurt him?

But he could not imagine that the boy could take the palm of his hand, just a few steps back.

This can't help but make Yin Junjie doubt that Shen Lang is still at the beginning of the situation.

Shen Lang's eyes are narrowed. If it's internal power, he is certainly not Yin Junjie's opponent, but he can avoid his shortcomings.

Between the lightning and the fire, Shen wave uses the snow flying and cloud piercing style of the snow God's palm to attack Yin Junjie.

Although the other side is in the middle of the situation, it is just a disabled person, not necessarily an opponent! Shen Lang also wants to test his strength.

Yin Junjie is furious when he sees Shen Lang not only hasn't retreated, but also comes to him. He is really bullied by the dog! A kid at the early stage of the query also dares to fight against him at the middle stage of the query.

Shen waves hit the snow and cloud. Yin Junjie quickly parries, and the two quickly get together.

At first, Yin Junjie decided to give Shen Lang an unforgettable lesson. Soon he found out something was wrong.

The palm wind of the Shen wave is very fast, just like the snow in the clouds flying with the wind. It's elegant and flexible, with a variety of trajectories and great power.

"What is this palm technique? How fast! " Yin Junjie was more and more frightened.

Yin Junjie is disabled. He has only one left arm and is gradually overwhelmed by the waves.

"Boom!"

Once again, Yin Junjie didn't take advantage of them.

The vast majority of palm techniques need to accumulate strength at the moment of striking. This kind of quick palm naturally does not produce much power.

After one stroke, Shen Lang did not finish his move. He quickly raised his left palm and drew a semicircle arc. Then he turned to Yin Junjie's right shoulder.

Yin Junjie's pupil suddenly enlarges. How is it possible? How can he strike himself with his left palm?

Generally speaking, after Wen Jingwu cultivates a palm, the strength and internal power should be removed, and there is no spare power to continue to hit the same palm in a very short time. It's hard to imagine how Shen Lang did it!

This is the essence of the first move of snow God's palm. Unlike the ordinary palm technique, the move of flying snow and piercing the clouds is not just one move, but can clap at any time.

Quenched under the defense, Yin Junjie's right shoulder was slapped by Shen Lang, and was beaten to spit blood.

Seeing Shen Lang hit again, Yin Junjie finally lost his color. The whole process was less than one tenth of a second. He had no time to defend and dodge. He could only watch Shen Lang clap his left palm on his right shoulder.

"Bang", accompanied by a crisp sound, Yin Junjie's right shoulder clavicle was cracked and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Shen Lang's mouth is up, showing a strange smile. Against the luck and Qi, he hits the third move of snow God palm. The frost is biting.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound, Shen Lang hits Yin Junjie in the chest.

"Poof!"

Yin Junjie's face is twisted and his blood is gushing.

"Save your life first!"

Shen Lang sneers and raises his foot, kicking Yin Junjie, who is already full of seven meat and eight vegetables, a dozen meters away.

"Dong!"

After a parabola movement, Yin Junjie fell to the ground, his mouth and nose were still bleeding.

Seeing that Shen Lang was able to beat up his father, Yin Zhiping was so scared that the whole person was not well. He thought it was not a dream. How could he even have such a strong martial art cultivation at the beginning of Wenjing?

A set of palm techniques like Shen Lang's flying clouds and flowing water makes Feng Luan a little bit amazing. Even though Feng Luan was born in Kunlun Mountain and met many people in the world, he rarely had such exquisite palm techniques as Shen Lang.

Shen Lang strides forward to Yin Junjie, and Feng Luan comes up.

"What do you want to do!" Yin Junjie's face is extremely ugly. He can't beat a Shen wave, let alone the Feng Luan in the middle of the situation.

Yin Zhiping shrank to one side, shivering with fear.

"Don't blame me for bullying the disabled, old man. You almost killed me before. You are the retribution!" Shen Lang snorts coldly.

"That's your delusion to break into my Tianji door!" Yin Junjie gnashed his teeth and said that he was obviously soft.

"Fart! It was your son who brought us here, and you almost killed us. Should we have a good calculation for this account? " It's a cold road.

Yin Junjie didn't dare to provoke Shen Lang, so he decided to save his life. He immediately said, "young Xia, you killed my red crystal centipede, and a senior disciple of Tianji sect. You have also killed my son Yin Zhiping's two fingers. That's the end of the matter."

"When I am an idiot?" said Shen Lang

"To warn you, we have no obligation to negotiate terms with the weak!" Feng Luan steps forward and points to Yin Junjie with a sword. His delicate face is covered with frost.

Yin Junjie panicked and said, "I'm wrong. I shouldn't have broken the iron rope to plot against you. I'll kill you if you want to take it."

"No, no, no, I won't kill you." Shen Lang smiles.

Seeing Shen Lang's killing intention disappear, Yin Junjie immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that Shen Lang might not be so cruel. He could say a few good words and shake hands.

Thinking of this, Yin Junjie immediately said: "young Xia, you are so young, and your strength is so high. You can be called the talent of heaven! I can see such a genius in my life, young Xia. I have no regrets about my death. "

this seems to be a bit exaggerated, Yin Junjie's face is red.

Yin Junjie is wrong. Shen Lang is a ruthless man. He doesn't kill Yin Junjie just wants to find out where Tianji gate cultivation resources are.

Shen Lang sneered and said: "old man, I always want to kill anyone. Don't think I'm good at talking. Discerning, you quickly take out all the cultivation resources of Tianji gate, or I can make the whole Misty Island disappear! "

Yin Junjie's face changed and he was very unwilling. It's not difficult for Shen Lang to kill himself. It's not so easy to deal with the whole Tianji gate. It's even more silly to let the mist Island disappear.

Feng Luan also felt that Shen Lang's threat seemed a little exaggerated.

Shen Lang has no nonsense. He takes out the officer card from his body and throws it to Yin Junjie.

"Rank of Chinese lieutenant general, general military adviser of Longteng special forces." Yin Junjie was shocked all over. The title seemed to be very powerful.

Shen Lang sneers: "the mist island is not big or small, but a dozen missiles can still be blasted to the ground."