"Ready, let's fight!"

Song Ren stood up from behind Huzi and patted him on the shoulder with a tired expression: "It may not be that you don't have the strength to fight, you must know that you have become holy, and with my blessing, the eighth-level saint can't help us either!Besides~"

He sighed softly, and his deep gaze paused for a moment at the place where Luo Yang disappeared and then probed into the endless distance: "We owe him a life!

Well!

Huzi nodded heavily, his expression had long since disappeared from his former calmness, and the whites of his red eyes were full of madness and naked killing.

"Giggles, you people are really boring~" A silver bell-like smile suddenly sounded above the heads of several people, it was Fang Xiaomei, who stroked her chin with two fingers and her clothes fluttering in the wind.

She stretched lazily and snorted meaningfully: "What about these people, obviously their strength is not good, but they like to pretend to be righteous heroes, so as to show that they are different."

In the end, it's not the life of being trampled on the soles of your feet~ boring, boring~"

"Let your mother ......"

Song Ren grabbed the angry Huzi and shook his head at him, the other party was clearly deliberate, and being angry would only disrupt his own deployment.

But the appearance of another voice made him ......

"Haha~ Okay! That's great! The little girl doesn't look big, but her understanding of life is otherworldly, promising, promising!"

The audience was silent, and everyone stared at the man who flew up from the clouds below with a snap of applause.

After a full five seconds, the man was even standing at the head of the black cloud boat in a dashing manner, standing with his hands in his hands, and everyone screamed frantically as if they had just woken up from a dream.

"It can't be!"

"It must be a hallucination, right? Huzi, am I hallucinating?"

"Little, Xiaobai?"

That's right, this guy who has just appeared, full of old-fashioned and cool mouth, is Luo Yang.

His waist was straight, and he nodded around with a smile on his face, as if he was enjoying the feeling of the stars holding the moon.

Only when he saw Song Ren did his smile stiffen slightly, but he quickly concealed it.

"Luo Yang!" Fang Xiaomei gritted her teeth and snorted.

She looked a little flustered, but in the end she had to accept the ridiculous fact that Luo Yang had returned.

"Do you think you won?" she clenched her fists unconsciously, and her voice was a few degrees higher than usual: "No matter what method you use to escape the space banishment, but a beast is a beast, and my Heavenly Saint Sect will always be a behemoth that you can't afford to provoke in this life!

"You just said, brute?" Luo Yang's face was instantly gloomy, and his eyes narrowed into a thin slit and stared at Fang Xiaomei: "Yes, are you talking about me Zhu Yan!"

Rumble!

The last few words, accompanied by a heavenly wrath-like soul coercion, instantly dispersed the clouds within a radius of a hundred miles, and at the same time, all the floating flying boat equipment was pushed out of seventeen or eighteen meters.

And Fang Xiaomei, who bore the brunt of the attack, took a few steps back, until she hit the boat pavilion, and then she screamed loudly with a pale face: "Saint, Saint Venerable is complete!!! You, you didn't fall into the space-time rift and went back thousands of years ago, and now you just rushed back, right?"

Heh~ Luo Yang sneered, without the slightest intention of answering, and continued to increase his coercion, slowly approaching this human woman who dared to insult Zhu Yan.

But suddenly a person flashed out from the side, blocking his way, it was the stabbing teenager who was called to be his uncle.

"You Hugh, don't think about it~ hurt us~ senior nephew!" The huge rank coercion made him a little uncomfortable to speak.

But he walked towards Luo Yang step by step, the holy liquid on his body was boiling on the surface of his body, and he was desperate.

Bite off more than one can chew!

Luo Yang continued to fly expressionlessly, and casually released a black Zhu Yan, and when everyone didn't react, he ~ didn't enter Uncle Cheng's head.

Belch~

Uncle Cheng trembled in pain, and then he didn't move as if someone had immobilized him, and the holy liquid began to overflow in all directions.

"Whoever comes, who dies. Luo Yang's voice was not loud, but the coldness contained in it made everyone on the field shiver.

When he passed by Uncle Cheng, he buttoned his collar again and dragged him behind him.

A few moments later.

Luo Yang finally stopped, because he was already standing in front of Fang Xiaomei at this time, looking down condescendingly, as if God was to a lamb.

"Do you want to kill me?" Fang Xiaomei, who was in danger, forgot her fear.

"My master may not be able to beat you. She stroked her forehead bangs, and calmly straightened her back from the deck: "But the several Supreme Elders of my Heavenly Saint Sect will definitely go out for me, you, you can't run away!"

Run?

Luo Yang grinned silently, and the mocking meaning pierced Fang Xiaomei's heart for a while: "Just that little Demon Sect back then, the hypocrite who would only follow behind the human army and wave the flag and shout, you said I would run? I will run? hahahaha!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fang Xiaomei's eyes widened like a monster: "My Holy Sect led the human race to defeat the hateful demon clan thousands of years ago, and only then did it establish the hegemony of the Holy Spirit Continent, how can you discredit it with a few words?"

"Sure enough, you are still so shameless, have you even changed history to be like this~"

Luo Yang was amazed, but waved his hand to interrupt Fang Xiaomei, who was about to say something: "It doesn't matter, anyway, the truth is meaningless to a dead person!"

He smiled and slapped his palm: "When you get to the netherworld, bring a good one to your ancestor Jia Quan, just say that the old friend... Friends..."

He didn't say the next words for a long time, and his palm was violently withdrawn less than two centimeters away from Fang Xiaomei's head.

Because between the two of them, a black dot suddenly appeared, a black dot of light that was exactly the same as the guy who jumped out after tearing the scroll.

At the same time, a soul coercion that was even more condensed and huge than Luo Yang instantly surged out from the black spots.

Not to mention the rolling divine power contained in it, just the suffocating pressure acting on the physical object pressed all the people to a shorter one.

Only Luo Yang looked at the black dot calmly, and it didn't seem to have a great impact.

I didn't finish it, so I'll post it again later.