"Long Yang, I'm going to fight you!"

A cold glint flashed in Long Qi's eyes, and then he suddenly fell towards Long Yang with a palm.

"Eight Desolation Palms!"

Terrifying palm power, with the power of the Eight Desolations.

The majesty was immense, as if it was going to suppress the Eight Desolations, and it was frantically suppressed towards Longyang.

"Emperor!"

On the withered body, a touch of dead silence spread.

In those pair of demon eyes, there seems to be an ancient magic mountain hidden, and the miserable white dry bones are piled up, shocking!

"Let me come!"

With a faint glance, Long Yang said in a deep voice.

"The emperor wants to make a move himself?"

Kulai was slightly stunned, and then retreated directly.

Looking at Long Qi, a touch of sympathy rose on his withered face.

Long Yang made a move, and it seemed that he had expected it.

What is the fate of Longqi!

"Boy, I heard that you are still some kind of emperor, just a pseudo-emperor, and you dare to call yourself the emperor!"

"Let me teach Longqi a lesson to you today, lest you lose my face against the heavens after you go out!"

Long Qi's eyes were full of disdain, the last time he was in Emperor Mountain, he was only close to killing Long Yang.

This time he fought with Long Yang, he also had full confidence and directly suppressed Long Yang.

"Teach Me ......"

Long Yang's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.

In the gap between the eyes, the slightest chill flashed away.

It seems that he is still too benevolent.

A small palace master of the Heavenly Palace, now he dares to bully him, Long Yang.

"Heavenly Battle Fist!"

"Boom ......"

Long Yang also threw a punch, and Long Yang's punch was extremely bland.

Even the fluctuations of the vitality are extremely weak.

"With such a weak vitality, this kid won't be weaned yet!"

"The palace master's cultivation has reached the fifth level of the Martial Emperor, and in my Heavenly Palace, even if it is an elder, it is not necessarily the palace master's opponent!"

"This kid is going to die this time!"

......

Discussions rang out, and a group of disciples of the Anti-Heaven Palace looked at Long Yang, their eyes full of mocking sneers.

"Fight!"

A cold drink came, and the power of Long Yang's punch suddenly skyrocketed.

As if the god of war had descended, Long Yang's fist was shining with golden light.

"Bump!"

The sound of violent collision came, and Long Yang's fist was comparable to that of the inferior emperor's weapon.

Colliding with Longqi's palm, everyone only felt an incomparably violent energy spread out.

One by one, they hurriedly stepped back.