Regardless of whether they were dragons or human monks, they felt powerless looking at Long Aotian's figure.
Long Aotian's mouthful of trash was like stabbing their hearts with a knife.
However, Long Aotian's ridicule made them really uncomfortable!
"I'll do it!"
Finally, some people couldn't hold it in any longer and stood up.
I would rather die than be humiliated like this!
Long Aotian gave him a cold look and said, "It doesn't matter that you are a waste. You don't know yourself yet! Then you are a waste among wastes!"
"Bang!"
The young man was directly suppressed and knocked down in the chaos.
"Next? A bunch of trash, either without self-awareness! A trash among trash!"
"Either they are just a bunch of weaklings and cowards! They don't even have any blood. If you can't beat them alone, why don't you fight with a group of people?"
"Look at you trash! I feel so embarrassed!"
Long Aotian's taunting skill is directly maxed out.
"Oh shit, I can't stand it anymore! Is there anyone willing to come with me?" Some people yelled.
"Come together! Fuck him!" Others echoed.
All of a sudden, several figures rushed out.
"It's really stupid for a few losers to stand up for themselves!"
Long Aotian buried Tai unceremoniously, raised his hand and punched him.
"boom…"
There was a loud noise and chaos shook!
Several human monks vomited blood and returned.
There was a clicking sound on the body and a dent in the chest.
"Yudi spent so much thought, and the result is a bunch of trash, which is really chilling! Bah! Our Tianlong Army doesn't need trash!"
Long Aotian's eyes were cold, with extremely strong disdain.
Long Aodi behind him had a wry smile on his face.
This guy, he did it on purpose.
At first, he didn't understand.
But now, he still doesn't understand.
On the one hand, this guy is angry and wants to vent his anger on these people.
On the other hand, I also hate that iron cannot become steel.
That scene just now was really a shame.
"You and all the trash come together!" Long Aotian said coldly.
Regardless of whether they are dragons or humans, everyone's face is red and they are like trash. How can they stand it?
Even the clay figures have a certain amount of fire, not to mention that they are all monks of high origin.
They are all monks in the saint realm!
A sanctified person!
None of them are superior in their respective families.
However, when I got here, I was so humiliated by Long Aotian.
However, the leader of his own family has a terrifying cultivation level, and there is no possibility of defeating him at all.
"A bunch of losers who don't even dare to take action. If that's the case, then I'll come find you!"
Long Aotian clenched his fists and squeezed his fingers.
The next moment, he swayed and rushed directly into the crowd.
"If you can't defeat them, it's unwise to still unite together!"
"Facing the enemy, retreating without fighting is cowardly!"
"It's so humiliating, and you don't have the will to fight, and you are called trash! What can you say?"
As Long Aotian spoke, he charged into the flock of sheep like a tiger.
The Ancestral Dragon Divine Fist punched out, causing chaos to tremble.
The next moment, several figures flew out upside down.
Long Aotian punches every step of the way, his punches are invincible!
Wherever he goes, no one can stop him.
One after another, figures flew out directly.
All vomit blood!
Finally, someone shouted: "Let's take action together and fight him!"
"Fight him!" someone shouted.
This time, even people from the Dragon Clan took action.
In an instant, the remaining 100 people took action at the same time.
"At this time, you bunch of losers have just woken up. Is it still useful?"
Long Aotian roared and connected with his fists!
No matter who's attacking, he doesn't resist, he just attacks with his fists like a dragon, and a tiger descends from the mountain.
One after another, figures flew out directly.
However, this time, no one backed down.
All the monks took action desperately.
In their hearts, they were already extremely angry.
They have given in and tolerated being called useless by you. After all, you are the leader.
But, you still won’t let us go?
However, you are still ruthless!
Look at those people who were beaten away. Which one didn’t have broken bones and muscles? Which one wasn’t covered in blood!
If that's the case, let's fight!
The anger of being humiliated and being oppressed completely exploded in their hearts.
The monks, whether they were dragon or human, looked at Long Aotian's figure, no longer hesitated, and took action together.
In an instant, light bloomed in the chaos.
The colorful light is extremely bright.
However, Long Aotian was arrogant and fearless, and his tall figure was extremely determined.
He even allowed the attack to hit him.
Every step taken is more than ten feet.
In a radius of one foot, no matter what their cultivation level was, whether they were humans or dragons, they all retreated with injuries.
They couldn't even stop Long Aotian's progress.
This scene made all the members of the Tianlong Army frightened.
However, we have to fight.
Obviously, Long Aotian had no intention of letting them go.
In the blink of an eye, there was a blank space in the battlefield.
Long Aotian killed through the camp, turned his head, turned around and came back to kill again.
"Fight! Fight! I don't believe it. He is the Supreme Emperor and so many people can't defeat him? He is just a ninth-level saint."
Someone yelled and stepped forward with all his strength.
At this moment, no one knew why their leader was crazy.
However, they know that they don't want to be beaten, so they can only resist and resist with all their strength.
"Haha, do you want to resist? It's too late!"
"If all of you had worked together before, I wouldn't have dared to do this."
"But now, you losers can't stop me!"
Long Aotian laughed, taunted, and struck out with the Ancestral Dragon Fist.
Each step was more than ten feet long, neither fast nor slow, nor stopped.
At this moment, he was like the God of War possessing him. He did not dodge any attacks and allowed them to hit him.
He just kept throwing punches!
Simple and crude!
Not even a trick!
In the blink of an eye, the team was wiped out again.
This time, only half of the more than a hundred people remained.
"I'm tired of calling you trash!"
Long Aotian roared, turned around and charged into the crowd again.
In the blink of an eye, they broke through the formation again.
At this moment, there were only about twenty people left.
Among them, most of them are from the Dragon Clan.
Long Aotian looked at them coldly and said disdainfully: "Trash? Can't even run away?"
The remaining twenty or so people looked at each other in confusion, and no one knew how to answer.
"If you fight hard, what's the point of running away! Even if you die, you have to kill him!"
A human monk at the seventh level of the Saint Realm raised the sword in his hand and struck it down with all his strength.
In an instant, the chaotic aura was split open by him.
It seemed that the sword light was like tearing apart the chaos.
"This sword finally has some momentum!"
"However, you are in the seventh level of the Saint Realm, and the power of this sword is still so poor. You don't have the courage to open the world with one sword, nor the determination to ask about life and death with one sword!"
"So, you are still a waste!"
Long Aotian raised his hand and welcomed the sword directly.
With the wrist, he grabbed the knife, and he was hard to capture the holy knife.
Long Aotian hummed and said, "The weapon that just entered the Holy step? People are waste, even if the weapon is also a waste!"
Long Aotian rubbed his hands, holding the holy knife in his palm, and turned into a scrap iron.
"Escape!"
Suddenly, a celebrity race rushed out and fled crazy.