Chaos Ancestor Dragon Art

Chapter 235 Pressing the Saint to the Ground and Rubbing (Part [-])
The sky and the earth are calm and calm, and a needle can be heard.

Snapped!
A resounding slap came out like lightning.

"This, this... hiss!"

Everyone was petrified on the spot, and couldn't help but gasp.

Because they were horrified to see that Long Hao's slap was solid and extremely precise on the face of the Great Sage Zhenyun.

Lord Zhenyun!

That is the legendary saint who controls the world and represents the way of heaven.

The giant of the holy way in the Zixiao Holy Land, the peerless powerhouse who shocked the world.

However, today, he was slapped like a big child by a boy in the supernatural power realm. The most important thing is that in their minds, the omnipotent and unstoppable Master Zhenyun did not kill Long Hao directly.

Even in the face of this lightning slap, the Great Sage Zhenyun couldn't even dodge.

"He he he... dare to hit the saint?"

"Is he crazy, or am I crazy, is it a dream?"

The two strong men of Tianlei Sect looked at each other, and they both saw the shock on each other's faces, and even subconsciously stretched out their hands to pinch each other's face.

Not only were they stunned, but even the Great Sage Zhenyun, who was swaying from east to west, was also stunned. He didn't know whether he was blinded by the slap or angry.

As for Young Master Yun, he was so frightened that he lay on the ground, watching this scene in horror.

"Zhuzi dared to blaspheme the saint and offend Tianwei, he will die..." The Great Sage Zhenyun finally got angry.

The majestic saint was slapped in the face by the ants in his eyes.

Is there anything more nonsense in the world than this?

Snapped!
In an instant, Long Hao slapped him again.

This time, everyone could see clearly that the crisp applause was so ear-piercing.

What's more, the Great Sage Zhenyun failed to chop it off again, and suffered a solid blow.

"Stop pretending to be aggressive here, I'm the one who hit you!"

With a roar of anger, Long Hao rolled up his sleeves this time, and punched the Great Sage Zhenyun to the ground with a punch.

boom! boom! boom!
……

A heavy punch fell on the face of Zhenyun Dasheng like raindrops, Long Hao didn't talk about routines and moves, how to relieve his anger.

However, those muffled sounds hit everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer, and they staggered and almost fell down.

"Crazy, crazy, this world is in chaos..."

"A supernatural power is actually beating a saint!"

What is even more shocking is that although the Great Sage Zhenyun roared again and again, he was always pressed to the ground and beaten violently, and there was no room for him to fight back.

"What the hell happened? Could it be that Long Hao just came back from the dead and was possessed by a fairy?"

The obsequious fat man rubbed his head, feeling that his cognition and world view had completely collapsed.

"Something's wrong..." Although the mysterious city lord also found it strange, his cold eyes had been staring at the Great Sage Zhenyun.

At this moment, he found that the blazing glow on Zhenyun Dasheng's body had long since disappeared, and even his body had become extremely illusory, as if it would collapse at any time.

"It's not that Long Hao is possessed by a fairy spirit, but that the power of the projection dharma body of Zhenyun Dasheng has been exhausted."

What the mysterious city owner expected was not bad at all.

It is precisely because Long Hao has seen the sternness of the Great Sage Zhenyun a long time ago that he is so bold.

Because of the experience of Demon Emperor Fentian, Long Hao knew very well that this kind of projected dharma body only contained a trace of the will of a saint.

At most, a terrible attack can be erupted, and the power will be exhausted.

Now this projecting dharma body is just an empty shell, it's okay to put it there to frighten ordinary people.

"Immortal, aren't you going to kill me? Get up..."

Tired of beating with fists, Long Hao switched to his feet again and kicked directly on the old face of Zhenyun Dasheng.

"What kind of holy power and heavenly power, what kind of force is it to pretend to be a special code, and now I, an ant, is stepping on your head, if you have the guts to kill me!"

While swearing, Long Hao kicked Zhenyun Dasheng rhythmically.

The nose of Zhenyun Dasheng was crooked due to anger, and it was due to a projection dharma body, otherwise he would vomit blood and die from anger.

The majestic saint, his majesty was swept away at this moment, and his face was completely humiliated.

If he came in person, Long Hao could be crushed to death with one finger, but unfortunately, he has been rubbing against the ground all the time, and he doesn't even have the strength to stand up.

"Zhuzi, just wait, blaspheming the saint Tianwei, no one can save you..."

The Great Sage Zhenyun could only use this powerless threat to vent his anger.

Unfortunately, Long Hao didn't care at all.

"Old stuff, you wait for me too!"

"If I become a saint and climb to Zixiao in the future, I will take your dog's head!"

With a thud, Long Hao showed a domineering aura of bowing his head as if I were a saint.

At the same time, he slammed his right foot hard, directly smashing the projection dharma body of the Great Sage Zhenyun.

The void collapsed, and the smoke disappeared.

Everyone stood there blankly, watching in a daze as Long Hao punched and kicked a saint's projection dharma body to pieces.

"Clap."

Young Master Yun watched a piece of jade talisman on his chest shatter out of thin air, and his whole face suddenly became desperate.

At the same time, the ruthless murderous aura swept over him, making his soul tremble, and he was so scared to pee.

"No one can protect you now."

Long Hao, who was as powerful as a tyrannosaurus, was bathed in the evil spirit of a demon dragon. He strode forward, and an incomparably terrifying power wave radiated from his right hand.

"Long Hao, stop!"

"If you dare to kill Young Master Yun, the Great Sage Zhenyun will not let you go!"

The two Tianleizong powerhouses roared in unison, their faces extremely pale.

However, Long Hao, who rushed over angrily, did not intend to stop at all.

The threat of those two Tianlei sect powerhouses was so powerless, not even as good as farting.

To tear up the dragon robe is death, and to kill the prince is also death!

Long Hao had already blown up the projection dharma body of the Great Sage Zhenyun, making him lose all face.

No matter what, the Great Sage Zhenyun will not let him go.

That being the case, how could he let Young Master Yun go, and charge some interest first.

"Long Hao, just wait, my grandfather will definitely crush you..."

"die!"

Walking up to him, Long Hao didn't say a word of nonsense, and directly slapped him with his palm.

With [-] dragon veins added to his body, Long Hao's palm could crush mountains and cut rivers.

Young Master Yun, who had been so frightened, didn't even have the courage to resist, and was shot to death on the spot.

Even to the point of death, he couldn't believe that Long Hao was so arrogant, even his true disciple, disciple of a saint, would be merciless in beheading him.

In terms of arrogance, there are probably few people in this world who can compare to Long Hao.

It's just that the arrogance in his bones has always been buried, and he never shows it easily.

But once it is revealed, it will definitely shake the heavens and the earth, shaking the heavens and the world!
"Long—Hao!"

"You lunatic, you must die..."

Those two strong men from the Sky Thunder Sect roared like crazy, and rushed towards Long Hao, looking desperate.

"Hmph, when death is imminent, you still dare to speak boldly!"

With an angry snort, Long Hao also charged forward.

(End of this chapter)