"Wang Longye, I, Yang Yibu, can also tell you for sure today that you will die today."

Yang Yibu said lightly in calm words, his words were full of endless killing.

"Yang Yibu, who doesn't know how to say big words, and I, Wang Longye, don't want to have a senseless battle of words with you, let's see the real chapter under our hands and see who killed whom."

Wang Longye couldn't fight Yang Yib in words, and he didn't fight, he was ready to use his strong strength to prove everything.

"Knock~".

As soon as Wang Longye's words fell, he didn't wait for Yang Yibu to speak, he stepped towards Yang Yib.

When Wang Longye stepped down, the heavens and the earth shook for it.

"Drink~".

When Wang Longye stepped down, he raised his palm, and in a sudden loud roar, he slapped his palm at Yang Yibu.

"Boom~".

There was a tremor between heaven and earth, and endless winds swept wildly, and the sky collapsed, as if the world was coming.

Behind Yang Yibu, the huge mountain gate of Heavenly Court couldn't help but shake in this howling wind.

"Whew~".

Bursts of golden light flashed, and the Heavenly Court's guardian array rose in the Dao light.

Under the protection of the golden light, the constantly shaking Heavenly Court Mountain Gate stopped.

It can be seen from this that Wang Longye's palm is so fierce and terrifying.

In the face of Wang Longye's incomparable palm, Yang Yibu stood in oblivion as if he was overly frightened and at a loss.

"Huhuhu~".

Wang Longye's huge palm shadow carried an endless wind, and it fell towards Yang Yibu with great strength.

The huge palm shadow was getting closer and closer to Yang Yib, and Yang Yibu was still confused, standing with his head down.

"Is this Yang Yibu frightened by Wang Longye's strength? even if he is defeated, he can dodge, but why is he standing motionless."

A monk at the peak of the second level of the Mahayana period said with a puzzled face, although this monk of the Mahayana period, although his cultivation is the same as Yang Yibu, he can't see what Yang Yibu is doing at all.

"This Yang Yibu should want to use his strong body to carry Wang Longye's palm, have you forgotten how he dealt with Li Buda and them after he just succeeded in crossing the catastrophe?"

A monk of the third level of the Mahayana period spoke up, and he said that he was reasonable.

"Oh, it should be like this, but this Wang Longye is a monk at the peak of the third level of the Mahayana period, not comparable to Li Buda and others, can this Yang Yibu carry it down this time."

This monk at the peak of the second level of the Mahayana period finally reacted, but he still said with concern.

In fact, this monk at the peak of the second level of the Mahayana period was not worried about Yang Yibu, he was worried about the robe of the Dao Ancestor on Yang Yibu's body, and he was afraid that the robe of the Dao Ancestor would be snatched away by Wang Longye.

"Look at it, and you'll find out if you look at it."

Which Mahayana monk of the third level added.

"Boom~".

While these two Mahayana monks were talking, Wang Longye's huge palm was about to slash on the top of Yang Yibu's head.

At this moment, Yang Yibu moved, he didn't say anything to the two Mahayana periods, where he stood and let Wang Longye hit, and used his body to carry Wang Longye's blow.

Yang Yibu didn't punch out as strongly as usual, using his powerful strength to blast through Wang Longye's attack.

"Roar~".

Yang Yibu roared, and he quickly raised his palm, turning his palm into a grasp, just like the huge stick that had just grabbed Liu Mao's monkey.

A hand grabbed towards Wang Longye's giant palm, and the moment his palm grabbed it, Yang Yibu's claws quickly became larger.

At the moment when Yang Yibu's claws made contact with Wang Longye's palm, his claws had become infinitely huge, surpassing Wang Longye's giant palm.

"Click~".

In the midst of a series of loud joint sounds, mixed with the sound of space shattering, Yang Yibu's hands and claws quickly closed and grabbed Wang Longye's wrist.

"Drink~".

At the moment when he grabbed Wang Longye's wrist, Yang Yibu burst into a shout, suddenly withdrew his hand, and pulled it into his arms.

Wang Longye flew towards Yang Yibu involuntarily under the force of Yang Yibu's fierce grasping.

"Roar~".

At the moment when Wang Longye flew towards Yang Yib, Yang Yib flew up like lightning.

Yang Yibu's style of play, the average master is disdainful when fighting, let alone a Mahayana monk, this is a Yuan Infant monk.

He also disdains this style of play, every master likes to use his strong strength to crush his opponent, like Yang Yib's style of play.

In the eyes of the masters, they are regarded as hooligan plays, and they have always stayed away from this kind of gangster play.

But Yang Yibu doesn't think so, in the case of little difference in strength cultivation, Yang Yibu likes this style of play very much.

Because this style of play is the most practical way of playing, it was summed up by Yang Yib when he was fighting with which gangsters on Earth.

"Boom~".

Yang Yib's kick was very fast, and before Wang Longye could react, he had already kicked Wang Longye's crotch firmly.

The power of Yang Yibu's kick was very huge, and he had exhausted the peak strength of his whole body, plus the power of ten super-large worlds.

This is the insidious thing about Yang Yibu, originally in the same level of battle, he Yang Yib rarely met opponents, and he could push all opponents sideways.

Now that he not only made a yin move and kicked Wang Longye's crotch with a big kick, but also added the power of ten super-large worlds, it is conceivable that something tragic will happen.

"Click~".

There was a sound of broken eggs, but in an instant, Wang Longye's second brother disappeared.

"嗷 ~ 嗷 ~ 嗷 ~ 嗷 ......".

Wang Longye screamed in pain, tears and snot spilled out, and one of Wang Longye's hands suddenly covered his pants tightly.

"Whew~".

Yang Yibu didn't pity Wang Longye, he took Wang Longye's hand and waved it vigorously, in the whirring wind.

Yang Yibu threw Wang Longye to the ground hard, and then lifted it up again and continued to fall, and so on and on.

"How can this Yang Yib be so cruel."

A Mahayana monk shuddered and said, although he also knew that Yang Yibu beat Wang Longye like this, and on the surface it looked very murderous.

But in essence, it does not hurt Wang Longye much, the key is which Yang Yibu's style of play and has a visual impact.

"Yang Yibu, you despicable villain, you let me go."

Wang Longye had to let go of which hand he was covering his crotch, and which hand he was going to use to fight back against Yang Yibu.

While letting go of his hand, Wang Longye shouted loudly, with a hint of trilling in his shouting, and he felt the urge to cry.

"Damn, what kind of monster is this Yang Yibu, he is at the same level as himself, he is a cultivator at the peak of the Mahayana period, but as soon as he fights, his eggs will be broken, he will become a eunuch, and he will be smashed by Yang Yibti in his hands, this is too fucking embarrassing."

Wang Longye was about to collapse, he cursed in his heart, he wanted to change his passive situation as soon as possible.

"Whew~".

Wang Longye slapped the palm of Yang Yibu that grabbed him with which hand he covered his crotch.

The slap hit Yang Yibu's palm, but because he was slammed in the air by Yang Yibu, he had nowhere to exert force, so he didn't cause any damage to Yang Yibu at all.

"Yo ho~, sample, you still dare to sneak attack me".

Yang Yibu laughed and scolded, and moved Wang Longye faster and faster.

Yang Yibu specifically looked for the tall mountain peak to smash it, and under his operation, the tall mountain outside the gate of Tianting Mountain suffered, but after a short period of effort, it was all turned into a flat river.

"Yang Yibu, Shi can be killed but not humiliated, if you want to kill, you will kill, why are you insulting me so much."

Under Yang Yib's messy smashing, Wang Longye was smashed by Yang Yibu and lost his temper, and he had to say in soft words.

"Wang Longye, weren't you coaxed before, why are you cowardly now?"

As Yang Yibu spoke, he kept squeezing Wang Longye in his hand, and he didn't mean to let go of him at all.

"Yang Yibu, let go of me, let's have a fight."

Wang Longye wanted to die, he was a dignified third-level monk in the Mahayana period, and now he was smashed by Yang Yibu like a little dead chicken.

"Wang Longye, why should I let you go, why should I fight with you, I like this kind of hooligan play, I don't accept you to bite me."

Yang Yibu is not a righteous gentleman, he is now the time to stand on the upper hand, this is the time for him to beat the water dog, so he does not bird the words of King Long Ye at all.

"Yang Yibu, you didn't fucking do it at all, let me go if you have the ability."

Wang Longye's voice had a hint of crying in his voice, he was not smashed by Yang Yibu and cried, but he couldn't bear this huge humiliation.

In the history of the immortal world for hundreds of millions of years, there has never been a Mahayana monk who has been smashed in such a row.

He Wang Longye has created a precedent in the history of the fairy world, and it is estimated that in the future, his Wang Longye's name will become the talk of the monks after dinner.

"Wang Longye, I, Yang Yib, don't want to be a big husband at all, I only know how to be happy, how to come, and now I'm very happy."

Yang Yibu knew Wang Longye's agitation method, and he was not motivated by Wang Longye at all.

"You~".

Wang Longye was completely speechless, this Yang Yibu is soft and hard, and he is a fucking hooligan.

"What are you, Wang Longye, I Yang Yibu is happy now, so I will use you as a stick, if I am unhappy, hehe......."

In the loud roar, several more mountains were smashed, and Yang Yibu said coldly.

"Yang Yibu, what do you want to do if you are unhappy."

Wang Longye felt a burst of creepiness, and asked with a few shivers for no reason.