Emperor Yutianwu

"This..." Everyone's heart trembled, is it true or not?

The terrible palm fell, and some cracks appeared on the ground of the Chiyang Palace. You know, the palace of an immortal emperor must be made of special materials, but even so, it still couldn't withstand the powerful residual power, which shows how strong Long Yang's palm is.

However, Chu Yan just stood there, with his hands behind his back, and only his long gown fluttered in the wind a few times. What kind of terrible body can do this?

"Are you satisfied?" Chu Yan looked at Long Yang with a cold look. He didn't want to take action against Long Yang. After all, the other party was a disciple of Emperor Yang, and Emperor Yang had favored him, but the other party had provoked him again and again, and now he betrayed him. Even a clay man would be angry, let alone Chu Yan.

"Buzz!" When he raised his hand, a violent force swept out, and the flames behind Chu Yan turned into a storm, as if to destroy the world, and the light continued.

Long Yang's face turned pale, and he wanted to retreat, but he couldn't escape at all. Chu Yan's eyes flashed with an invincible spirit. The big handprint passed through the void and ruthlessly smashed towards him. Under the big handprint, Long Yang was unable to refute and could only be smashed by Chu Yan. With a thud, his body was smashed to the ground.

"Shua!" The next moment, the void flashed with silver light, and everything happened in the blink of an eye. Chu Yan had a sword in his hand, like lightning, stabbing towards Long Yang's throat.

At this moment, Long Yang's eyes widened. Under the sword, he felt that he was dead. A sense of powerlessness arose, and he had no choice but to close his eyes and wait for death.

But after a moment, Long Yang frowned, and he found that he was still alive. Time passed very slowly. Until he opened his eyes, he found that Chu Yan had retracted the sword and walked away.

Long Yang fell to the ground, looking at the back, his face was extremely pale and decadent.

He was defeated. He was the disciple of Emperor Yang. He was defeated, and it was a miserable defeat. From beginning to end, he was completely suppressed and killed by overwhelming.

The funny thing is that not long ago, he laughed at Chu Yan and challenged him twice. Now thinking about it, it was like a hard and spicy slap on the face.

Not only Long Yang, but also the people in the Chiyang Palace were shocked. At the Shenwu Ruins, they had seen Chu Yan's strength. He was invincible in one battle and even the top saints could not defeat him. But at that time, they all thought that it was because of the Jiuyou Qin. Without the Jiuyou Qin, Chu Yan would never be able to do it.

But at this time, Chu Yan told them strongly that his fighting power was very strong, and it had nothing to do with Jiuyou.

"Is it enough now?" Chu Yan walked towards the King of Chiyang.

"Your fighting power is indeed good, but unfortunately, it is still not enough. In my eyes, he is also vulnerable." The King of Chiyang hugged his arms and smiled. Everyone sighed. Long Yang was the disciple of Emperor Yang. Everyone knew that he was not weak, but in the eyes of Chu Yan and the King of Chiyang, they were so confident.

The words of the King of Chiyang made Long Yang spit out blood again, but he was powerless to refute.

"Okay." Hearing the words of the King of Chiyang, Chu Yan did not refute, but nodded. He looked behind the King of Chiyang, where many people stood. They came with the King of Chiyang: "You come out."

The eyes of the crowd flashed with sharp light again.

"Interesting." The King of Chiyang smiled lightly and winked at the person next to him: "Since he is so contemptuous, you have confidence to kill him?"

"At most one move!" With a thud, a very burly man stepped out, and the ground trembled slightly. He looked at Chu Yan ridiculously. Although he was the follower of the King of Chiyang, he was also a person who came down from the Holy Mountain: "Feng Chenglin, the eighth level of the Saint, you go first."

The Eye of the Great World was running, and Chu Yan glanced at Feng Chenglin. The person who came down from the Holy Mountain was indeed very powerful, with a mixed Yuan Qi and a strong accumulation of strength. He was stronger than the top saint in the previous battle of the Shenwu Ruins, but then he shook his head and did not make a move.

"If I attack first, you won't have a chance." Feng Chenglin frowned.

"Too much trouble." Chu Yan shook his head and looked at King Chiyang: "I defeated one person, and there are still others. Let them come out together. If you defeat one person, you will have many excuses. Instead of making so much trouble, let your people come together, and it will be faster."

After a word, everyone's eyes were fixed. This guy is too arrogant. Although the followers who went down the Holy Mountain with King Chiyang were not as good as him, they were also people who had been to the Holy Mountain and were definitely not weak.

Chu Yan's fighting power was really good before. He fought against the world. Everyone also believed that Chu Yan had the ability to go to the Holy Mountain. If he fought one or two, he might win, but to challenge all of them?

Is this possible?

Feng Chenglin frowned, his eyes became colder. This guy is really arrogant. He clenched his fist fiercely, and the endless wind seemed to be caught in his hand.

"You are looking for death!" Feng Chenglin shouted in a low voice, leaped up in one step, and showed a speed that was extremely inconsistent with his body. It was as fast as a movie, and punched Chu Yan.

After one move, everyone sighed in their hearts. Shengshan is extraordinary. Even if it is a level 8 saint, it is much stronger than Long Yang's move just now.

"Hehe, I have seen too many arrogant people, but it is the first time that someone like him is so determined to die." Behind King Chiyang, the disciples of Shengshan laughed. They all came from Shengshan and looked down on others. Chu Yan might be extraordinary and a genius in the eyes of Zhantian Xianfu and others, but they would not think so.

"It's really ridiculous. It's better to kill such a person. It's a disgrace to the word practice." Another person said.

"Brother, can you win?" Chiyangmu clenched his fist beside him. He must avenge Chu Yan's humiliation to him.

"He must die." King Chiyang smiled and looked at him with confidence, and the people of Zhantian Xianfu also showed their brilliance.

However, at this moment, Chu Yan still stood there as usual, glancing at Feng Chenglin. Feng Chenglin's palm was about to fall, and he glared: "You won't block it? Do you think I am that waste?"

"Absolutely." Chu Yan said calmly, and then he stepped out. As soon as he stepped, there were countless roc shadows. Every time he took a step, there would be roc shadows flying out, like a strangled formation. The infinity formed a unique barrier around him, which made everyone feel dazzling and closed their eyes.

"Whoosh!" At this moment, Chu Yan stepped out, ignoring Feng Chenglin, and walked towards the back of King Chiyang. His speed was so fast that people were caught off guard. Many of the disciples who had come down from the Holy Mountain frowned. : "Is this guy crazy?"

"Humph, since he is looking for death, let's help him." He had mocked Chu Yan before with a sneer, and when the top saint raised his hand, a dragon claw poked out.

"To kill you, one blow should be enough." This person said extremely arrogantly.

Chu Yan's eyes were indifferent, and he caught up with him. Then he held one hand in the air, and the violent temperature reversed, turning into a lake of ice. Beside him, there seemed to be two ice sculptures, both of which were extremely beautiful women. Qing Yi watched from the stage, her beautiful eyes blinking.

In just a moment, the people behind King Chiyang let out screams one after another. Under the absolute power, they could not resist. The power of ice continued to come from their feet, freezing them crazily.

"This..." In the palace, everyone's eyes were fixed and they were all stunned. Those people were all from the Holy Mountain. What they thought was a violent battle ended before it even started?

"Is this what makes you look down on others? Once you go to the Holy Mountain, you ignore the world, thinking that you are alone in the world. In fact, you are a bunch of trash. Are people like you, the Holy Mountain, blind?" Chu Yan stopped his hand and looked at it. Frivolous, he turned around and looked at King Chiyang.

"Fight or not?" Three more words, and everything seemed to draw a circle, finally returning to the starting point.

It was just that the last time Chu Yan asked this question, everyone's eyes were full of sarcasm, but now, when he spoke again, everything in the Chiyang Palace became quiet.

King Chiyang looked at the injured followers behind him with varying degrees of injuries, and his eyes became serious. As he walked down the holy mountain, he knew better than ordinary people the combat power of the people behind him.

"I underestimated you. Now you are indeed qualified to let me take action, but you can only die in my hands." King Chiyang slowly lowered his hand, straightened his body, and just stood there. Everyone felt a terrifying sharpness.

Everyone's hearts trembled. Is Chu Yan so powerful that he is worthy of King Chiyang taking action?

King Chiyang, how powerful is he? He walked to the Holy Mountain back then, and now he has returned from the mountain with a golden coat.

"Kill!" King Chiyang scolded, and the terrifying power swept out, like a storm, endless. At that moment, there was a faint fairy light in King Chiyang's palace rising into the sky, shining in the sky, reaching the sky. superior.

"Immortal power!" Looking at the luster in King Chiyang's body, many people's hearts trembled. King Chiyang, has he vaguely understood the power of immortality?

"I have forgotten how long it has been since I made a move, just because in the Holy Realm, no one is my opponent. However, since you are seeking death today and humiliating my Chiyang Palace, it is your honor for me to know you personally." Chi. King Yang was extremely confident. His whole body burned and he turned into a magma giant. The high temperature caused the air in the hall to fluctuate.

In the raging flames, Chu Yan was equally serious. King Chiyang was indeed very strong, stronger than anyone he had fought before. He had been to the Holy Mountain, but so what?

Although the Holy Mountain is sacred, it is there. Chu Yan did not go there, but he firmly believed that he could do it if he wanted to. However, he had experienced too much along the way and was killed among countless people. What he could do was nothing. Yang Wang, I can't do it.

"The Holy Mountain is originally a sacred place, but in your generation, it has harmed others and yourself, and made people unable to recognize themselves." Chu Yan shook his head funnyly, and there was a demonic light in his body, and the demonic hand deduced, He punched in the air and blasted into the distance.

Hearing Chu Yan's words, King Chiyang let out a wild laugh and stepped onto the holy mountain. There were countless monsters there and he had seen many arrogant people, but this was the first time for him like Chu Yan.

How dare he say that he went to the Holy Mountain to harm others and himself.