The Young Master Sto Chapter 371 The Sinister Chen Tianlang1

Chapter 371: Chapter 371 The Sinister Chen Tianlang_1

Fei Zhongzhi and the others froze when they saw Chen Tianlang absorb Liu Lang’s power.

"There’s actually such an evil cultivation technique in this world!"

"This kind of evil technique, if we don’t kill it quickly, will surely beco a great enemy to our Martial Alliance!"

"Alliance Hierarch, shall we make a move?"

The people from the Martial Alliance all had solemn expressions on their faces.

Fei Zhongzhi snorted coldly and shook his head, "No hurry! After Ning Fan is dead, then we’ll make our move. Even if Chen Tianlang becos stronger, he’s still no match for us, not worth worrying about!"

Shuang’er and Mu Wanqing thought Ning Fan had already defeated Chen Tianlang and were about to cheer when they saw Chen Tianlang’s ruthless thods, which imdiately scared them pale.

"To think there are such thods in this world!" Mu Wanqing’s face was filled with indignant anger, "All the halls under the Divine Tune Sect, each more evil than the last! They all deserve to die!"

"Can Master win?" Shuang’er asked, full of worry.

Mu Wanqing clenched her teeth, "Believe in him! Since he didn’t leave, he must be able to win!"

In reality, Mu Wanqing was frantically trying to contact the other mbers of the Phoenix Special Combat Team, but they were all on missions and simply couldn’t arrive in ti.

"Absorb the power of six into oneself?" Ning Fan narrowed his eyes, "An evil thod."

"Humph, you’re pretending to be calm. Just die obediently!"

Chen Tianlang grabbed onto the villa wall with one hand and violently tore at it.

The villa’s wall was instantly torn down halfway, countless steel bars and fragnts of stone burst out, shooting towards Ning Fan.

"Even if you’ve absorbed the power of six people, killing you would still be a re backhand effort!"

Ning Fan’s hands blurred into a flurry of afterimages, blocking all the steel bars and stones.

"Haha, you don’t understand the true profundity of this power!"

Chen Tianlang sneered, stamped his foot fiercely, and shot straight toward Ning Fan.

Halfway through the charge, his speed suddenly soared, turning into a blur that circled Ning Fan at high speed.

This was Green Wolf’s speed.

At the sa ti, a faint green mist appeared all around, quickly enveloping Ning Fan.

This was Purple Wolf’s poison!

"And psychic attacks now?"

Ning Fan frowned, feeling a psychic power trying to attack his mind, which was Pink Wolf’s tactic before.

"Idiot! I’ve absorbed their power; now all their abilities are fused within ! Let’s see what you can do against !"

Spikes grew from Chen Tianlang’s arms, and his eyes started to fill with a blood-red hue.

"Boy! Die!"

Having rged the power of the six wolves, Chen Tianlang was imnsely inflated with confidence in his power.

But Ning Fan rely tilted his head slightly and threw a punch.

Boom!

The punch directly forced Chen Tianlang out of his rapid charge, and as the fist approached, Chen Tianlang was filled with terror and hurriedly used the bone spikes on his arms to block.

Ning Fan’s punch did not slow down, smashing heavily on the bone spikes.

Bang!

The bone spikes instantly shattered, completely unable to withstand the punch’s force.

Ning Fan then snorted lightly, and the psychic power swirling around him instantly dissipated.

As for the so-called poison, Ning Fan didn’t even need to deal with it specially; he simply used Spiritual Power to easily disperse it.

"How is this possible?!"

Chen Tianlang, having barely stabilized his figure, saw Ning Fan easily counter his attack and was imdiately both shocked and furious.

How could this attack, combined from the power of six, have no effect on this guy?

"Using the power of a bunch of losers to defeat

is naive in itself," Ning Fan said coldly.

"Damn it, I want to see if you can block my punch!" Chen Tianlang’s face beca extrely ferocious.

He clenched his right fist, pulling it back to his waist. Massive Inner Strength surged continuously from his body, gathering all that strength into his right fist.

Then, Chen Tianlang leaped high towards Ning Fan, like a tiger pouncing on its prey, and swung his fists fiercely.

Boom!

The torrential Inner Strength, like a raging river, surged out, and like the weight of Mount Tai, was irresistible!

As soon as the fist swung out, the violent wind stirred by the punch’s power had already lifted all the previously blocked steel bars and stones, forming a roaring tornado, charging straight at Ning Fan!

Suddenly, it looked as if the tornado was about to envelop Ning Fan within it.

"Ning Fan! Dodge it!" Mu Wanqing could no longer contain herself and stood up, shouting a warning.

Fei Zhongzhi sneered, "This kid’s dead for sure! Everyone get ready, after Ning Fan dies, we’ll encircle and kill Chen Tianlang! Then the credit will belong to our Martial Alliance!"

In everyone’s gaze, Ning Fan only smirked, with Spiritual Power surging out from his body, Pure Spiritual Power gathering in his hands, and he violently unleashed it from his fists!

Thud!

The tornado, mirroring a fierce dragon, suddenly developed a hole in the center as if sothing had pierced right through it.

The next mont, Chen Tianlang felt a blur in front of him as if sothing had rushed to his face.

Then, a suprely powerful force slamd hard into his chest.

Thud!

He was instantly sent flying, blood madly spurting from his mouth and nose.

Crash!

Seconds later, Chen Tianlang smashed heavily to the ground.

He struggled to lower his head to look at his chest, only to see a fist-sized hole right through the center of his chest.

The trickling blood was crazily pouring out of the hole!