Being commented on by the people next to him, Luo Ping's face was a little unbearable, being dragged by a little yellow level for so long, it would really make people doubt the gold content of him, a Xuan-level monk!

Luo Ping was ready to no longer suppress his strength, and the momentum on his body was bulging, ready to amplify his moves. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The signal of danger, extreme danger sounded in Long Yan's heart.

No longer hesitating, the Blood Slaughter slid into his hand, "Imperial Sword Technique!" Long Yan drank lightly in his mouth.

The dagger is not only a sword, but the stars are shining all over the sky, it is a sword light, and at this time, Luo Ping's offensive also came, like a tiger descending the mountain with the power of an overlord.

"Little brother Long Yan, do you want me to help! You can't take this trick. Yang Xiao, a drunken maniac who was fighting next to him, said at this time.

"Thank you, Brother Yang, you won't know until you try it! You just wait to see the show, and I'll invite you to the half-life tavern for a drink later. Long Yan quickly finished this paragraph, and with a turn of the dagger, countless sword lights attacked indiscriminately.

Luo Ping bore the brunt of the attack, but the sword light did not have any effect on him at all, and the attack was still rapid.

The palm of his hand opened, turning into a curtain of light, Luo Ping blocked the sword light that was about to shoot towards the gate of Luofu, and at the same time danced out with a punch, vaguely with an air explosion, which was the effect of compressing the power to the extreme.

Holding his hands in a circle, the blood slaughter was horizontal in the middle, dripping and spinning, Long Yan took a deep breath, his stomach swelled, and his feet were firmly rooted on the ground as if they were rooting.

At this moment, Luo Ping's punch had already hit, and the fist Gang knocked the blood slaughter away with a single look.

Everyone was not optimistic about Long Yan, thinking that he would die just like that, after all, the gap in the strength of the Yellow and Xuan levels was too great for comparison.

The fist was only an inch close to Long Yan's face, and it was about to hit.

At this moment, Long Yan moved, no, but flew out upside down, and at the same time spit out a loud sound in his mouth, forming a sound wave.

"Is this a lion's roar?" Someone exclaimed!

"Ignorance!" There are Xuan-level masters who disdain it, even if it is a lion's roar, it depends on who uses it, the little yellow level eight grades, this is a blowing wind!

But the next moment, he was obviously slapped in the face, not only did Long Yan fly upside down, but Luo Ping was also shocked and flew out, his hair was messy and bleeding from seven holes.

"Who laughed at me just now, ignorance!" The man was a little proud, and at the same time shouted in his mouth, "Come on Long Yan, come on Long Yan, kill that turtle grandson!" ”

"Woo woo~" was shouting, and suddenly someone covered his mouth and was forcibly dragged away, looking at this situation, I don't know whether to carry out a psychological education, or a physiological education!

Long Yan knelt on one knee, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and no one knew whether he was injured by the fist, or because the lion's roar just now was too powerful and shocked him.

On the other side, Luo Ping, who was bleeding from seven holes at the moment, was crazy, if he was injured like this by a monk of the same level, it would be fine, but it was a yellow-level eight-grade kid who was not even at the Xuan level.

Endless anger surged into his heart, "Luo Jian, Luo Xiang, Luo ...... Don't care about the face, let me kill him together. ”

The form was really dangerous, several monks at the peak of the Yellow Rank Nine Rank attacked Long Yan together, and there was also a slightly injured Xuan Rank master waiting for an opportunity to move on the side.

No one helped Long Yan, even the drunken madman Yang Xiao just watched from the sidelines, vaguely feeling that this young man would not die so easily, and he would dare to be so crazy.

At the same time, some people want to stumble secretly, because the reason why Long Yan is looking for Luo Mansion is because of that assassination, and some people are afraid, afraid that Long Yan will not die today, and will come to the door another day.

There was a faint killer next to him, and Long Yan smelled the familiar smell, cold and brutal.

While everyone was watching, Long Yan stood up, he smiled, and his smile was a little terrifying, "Finally, a fish has appeared, the warm-up is over, my blood eaters, it's time to harvest!" ”

Licking his lips, Long Yan slowly walked out step by step.

"Bump~"

Every step is like a big mountain pressing on everyone's hearts, and it is an indiscriminate attack, and the bystanders quickly retreat, after all, not everyone is Xuan.

Long Yan closed his eyes and remembered some of the bad intentions towards him.

"I really thought that you could eat me if I was here alone, and I would let you experience it well, what is the power of the dragon, tsk." Long Yan smiled.

"If there are two Xuan Ranks, I may be a little scared, there is only half of Luo Mansion now, enjoy the last wonderful time!"

Blood slaughter surrounded him, and the domineering True Dragon Technique began to operate, and a beast roar from the ancient world could be faintly seen.

At this time, someone had already made a move on Long Yan, and not everyone was afraid of Long Yan's might at this moment. Not to mention that there are so many people, and there is a Xuan-level monk next to him, even if he is a small yellow-level eight-rank against the sky, even if he is a genius disciple of a high-grade sect, he will have to die.

The rain of swords and swords scattered like a waterfall, but it was blocked by the blood slaughter before it could get close.

And behind Long Yan at this moment, there was a faint phantom of a horned monster similar to a long snake awakening.

As for what kind of monster it is? No one can understand it, because it has never been heard of.

The drunken maniac may have seen something, but he just shook his head, looked at the scene seriously, and his whole body was slightly imposed, if Long Yan had a good one, he was ready to save him as soon as possible.

But apparently his worries were unnecessary, and no matter how fierce the attacks of the people around him were, they could not break through the defenses of the Bloodslaughter.

"That dagger is weird, everyone goes all out to attack a point." Someone yelled and began to lay out tactics.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the defense of the Bloodslaughter to crumble, like a gust of wind that could blow it apart.

A quarter of an hour later, everyone was a little weak, obviously crumbling in defense, but as steady as Mount Tai.

Some people have weapons in their hands that can't withstand the force attack for so long, and they are beginning to find cracks.

Looking at Long Yan, he was still calm and relaxed, without the slightest feeling of fatigue or lack of spiritual power.

Some people began to wonder, why did Luo Ping not make a move for a long time? Some people even scolded on the side, saying that he was afraid that this young man was really a shame for a Xuan-level monk.

Luo Ping didn't pay attention to these voices, but these voices intensified, bringing his family and ancestors with him.

"Didn't you see me hurt? Scolding a fart, you have the ability to stand in front of me and speak! The angry Luo Ping scolded directly.

Damn it, Lao Tzu didn't want to make a move, Luo Ping couldn't say if he was bitter, that kid came over with a sound wave, with two strengths in it, and he attacked the façade at such a close distance, where would it be good.

What's more, when that kid flew upside down, he kicked on his dantian, maybe others didn't notice, but he clearly felt that there was a strange aura in his body that remained in his dantian, destroying his vitality.

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