Facing Long Xingyun's roar, Long Aotian didn't care, and even stretched out his little finger and dug his ears.
"I said, Long Xingyun, if you are useful, what else do you want to do?"
"There are two punch, come, come, continue!"
Long Aotian waved his hand and was impatient.
Long Xingyun shouted, and he didn't believe it. Just the anti -seismic power, the shake of his wrist hurts, you have nothing to do at all.
There was a heavy meal under his feet, the ground trembled, and Long Xingyun rushed to the sky.
The next moment, people are like the arrows of the string, from top to bottom, rushing towards Long Aotian.
"Flower Poor, what's the use!"
Long Aotian shook his head slightly and sighed.
If it was before, he must feel that this punch is domineering, but since he followed Xia Yu, he discovered that this stuff is fancy, nothing is used.
Under a punch, the void is broken, and that is the half -sanctuary.
Under a punch, it is often flat, but at the moment of the outbreak, the power is boundless, that is the sage strong.
This Long Xingyun's punch is nothing.
Long Aotian raised his chest and motionless.
"boom…"
There is a loud noise, the void shakes!
However, Long Aotian just shaken his body.
However, Long Xingyun was stunned, and he took back several big steps.
This time, Long Xingyun was a little embarrassed.
How is this possible?
How could he be so strong?
Moreover, he didn't fight back, and he blocked his punch.
Is this still Long Aotian?
Looking at his fist, Long Xingyun couldn't believe it.
Long Aotian fanned his clothes with his hand, just like to fan the dust on the clothes.
"Come, you still have the last chance, and the last punch!"
Long Xingyun's eyes were full of blood, and his eyes were cracking.
"Okay, the last punch!"
Long Xingyun gritted his teeth, his body shook, turning into the body, a ten -foot green dragon.
"Tianlong Shenquan!"
Qinglong made a roar, a huge dragon claw, suddenly gripped.
The next moment, Qinglong's ten -foot body twisted.
Seemingly simple twisted, in fact, it was the muscles on his body, and it was twisted and moved many times to increase the power of Tianlong Shenquan.
Back to the body, the power of Tianlong Shenquan can be maximized.
In fact, this fisting method is the variant of the infinite fist, which can be understood as simplified the countless fist.
This kind of Tianlong Shenquan, cultivated to the top, is only a dozen times.
Even so, this set of boxing is already a well -known boxing method of the Long tribe.
Long Xingyun is just a semi -sanctuary. He urged Tianlong Shenquan, but it has just reached twice.
On the dragon boxing, the black void cracks flickered.
Long Aotian glanced at it, his complexion still did not change.
The void can not be broken, it is too weak.
"boom…"
This punch is straight on Long Aotian's chest.
However, this time Long Aotian failed to stabilize his body, but took a step back.
Just one step, because when he stepped back, he stomped his feet gently and chopped his feet into the ground to fight the power of this punch.
When I saw Long Aotian take a step back, Long Xingyun's heart felt that there were only 10,000 straw dragons run across.
Is this dreaming?
He really hopes that he is dreaming.
A few years ago, he and Long Aotian played against each other. In addition to arrogance, Long Aotian was really not very good.
Why did this have been gone for a few years?
You know, the dragon and the human monks are different. Although they can also absorb the spirit stones, because the volume of the dragon clan is very large, the resources needed are amazing.
Moreover, the most powerful thing about the Dragon Clan is their physique, not their cultivation.
He belongs to the path of proving the Tao through strength. No matter what your cultivation level is, if I punch you, all laws will be destroyed.
No matter what moves you make, my strong physique can directly resist them.
In fact, there are many avenues that the Dragon Clan is proficient in, not only the avenue of power, but also the avenue of fire, the avenue of water, and the entire five elements avenue.
However, most dragon clans are proud of their powerful physique and like to choose the path of power to become a saint.
Now that Long Aotian has such a powerful physique, he is still only a semi-saint. How can Long Xingtian not be shocked?
Genius Long Ao didn't care about him, but he felt very unhappy because he took a step back.
After finally getting a chance to show off his strength, he actually took a step back, which made him a little unhappy.
"With this little strength, as a dragon, aren't you ashamed?" Long Aotian smiled and said, "Now, it's my turn! Are you ready?"
Long Xingyun was stunned and said subconsciously: "Come on."
The next moment, Long Aotian appeared in front of him and punched him in the chest.
"boom…"
With the same loud noise, Long Xingyun's entire dragon body was directly mounted on the barrier.
puff!
A mouthful of dragon blood spurted out.
You must know that at this time, he is still his true form, and this mouthful of blood is like a rain of blood.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you can't even catch a punch, you're too good!" Long Aotian sneered and said, "Now, you lose, your life belongs to me!"
"You say, should I let you live or let you die? Or, should I peel off your dragon scales and make an armor to wear?"
"Forget it, the defense of your dragon scales is far worse than mine. It's not as good as mine to use yours. How about using your dragon tendons to make a good bow?"
"Forget it, your dragon tendons are probably not that good."
"I really don't know what to do. It's my first time to get a dragon's life. Cousin, what do you think I should do?"
Long Xingyun's face was ashen, and his huge body lay on the ground, motionless, as if he was dead.
Long Aotian's punch directly injured him seriously.
More importantly, all his self-confidence was defeated by this group of people.
He didn't even think about it, he couldn't block a punch.
Originally, he thought that even if he lost, he would still have to fight for hundreds of rounds.
But I never expected that, let alone the round, I didn’t even react.
How is this possible? How can he be so fast?
How could his power be so strong?
Everyone is a half-saint, why am I so weak?
I also laughed at him for not being worthy of being a dragon, what about me?
Deep in his heart, Long Xingyun, who was equally proud, wanted to die at this moment.
Hearing Long Aotian's words, he murmured: "Kill me! Kill me!"
"It's boring to kill you. Wouldn't it be better to humiliate you? Besides, when you wanted to defeat me in the first place, didn't you just want to humiliate me after defeating me? Right?"
Long Aotian sneered and said, "Now, how do you think I should humiliate you? My good cousin!"
"stop!"
Suddenly, a figure rushed in.
Seeing this figure, Xia Lei suddenly stepped forward and pulled Long Aotian back.
At this time, Xia Ya's eyes also gained focus.
Because, a saint came.
In an instant, Xia Ya was on guard. At this moment, her brother could not be disturbed by anyone.