Chapter 897: Three palms

Please Longmen Lord to rule the South! "
Please Longmen Lord to rule the South! "
Please Longmen Lord to rule the South! "
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One person shouted, and the group was passionate.
In an instant, this was originally the mourning hall of Yang Feng, the leader of the Holy Flame, but it instantly became Long Xiaotian's succession ceremony. He stepped on the ground naked.
Listening to the voices of these people around him, Long Xiaotian couldn't help smiling with satisfaction.
The Poison King and the others were looking at the many scoundrels who came in, and they immediately shouted hoarsely to Long Xiaotian: Enough, Longmen Master, you are too much. Today is the day of our leader's memorial service. If you choose this time to make trouble, it would be too deceptive and you don't have the demeanor of a generation of masters. "
Your Poison King, where do you start? Master Yang has done his best for this martial arts, and he can't let go of this martial arts after his death. The old man is in charge of the southern martial arts for him, which is considered to be as he likes. He should be happy, hahaha! "
Dragon Gate Master, Southern Wulin has its own colleagues in Southern Wulin to decide, and you don't need your Northern Wulin to make a decision, hum. "At this moment, an old white-bearded man spoke righteously.
Long Xiaotian took a deep look at him, his eyes narrowed slightly into a line, and said in a gloomy voice: This is Taoist Xuyun, I've been looking up for a long time. It's just that Shu Long said a lot. Now in the entire southern martial arts, who can be worthy of this Southern Jue? Is it you Xuyun Daoist? Hum hum! "
Of course, the old man is not worthy to sit in this Southern Jue seat, but I have a large number of martial arts talents in the south, and there are always people who have this qualification. "
Oh, is it so? "
He raised his brows, and Long Xiaotian immediately said with a look: Well, among all the colleagues in the southern martial arts, who can take the old man three palms and still stand tall, the old man admits that there are talents in the south who can sit in Nanjue's seat. . Otherwise, the martial arts is fair and cannot be controlled by a single waste. The old man is not talented. It takes a little hard work to control both the north and the south. It is also for the benefit of the world. "
what? Three palms?
As soon as this remark came out, everyone present hesitated. You look at me, I look at you, all embarrassed.
This is not the three palms of ordinary people, but the three palms of Bei Jue Long Xiaotian. Its power is absolutely devastating. Not to mention three palms, even with one palm, the number of people that can be picked up here is rare.
Hey, forget it, there is no such person in the southern martial arts&hell[笔趣阁www.biqugew.co]ip;...
Everyone sighed, shaking their heads, and sighing.
Long Xiaotian glanced around, even more sorely: What, in this majestic southern martial arts, no one can stand up, take the old man's three palms? In that case, what can you object to? There is no man in the south, hahaha! "
Long Xiaotian laughed loudly. After people heard it, they were all in anger, but no one dared to speak.
I come! "
Suddenly, with a loud shout, Xuyundao walked forward with long steps.
When the poison king saw him, he couldn't help being shocked: Xuyun, you can't even beat the old man, how can you get three palms from him? "
The old man knew that his strength was far behind, but regardless of the original Black Soul disaster or the threatening threats of the Dragon Gate Lord today, the old man had never flinched. The old man can lose or die, but he will never retreat. My southern martial arts, my southern martial arts are the masters, and I will never be a dog in the northern martial arts..."
bump!
With a loud noise, Dao Master Xuyun was shocked and flew out before he finished speaking, hit Yang Feng's sarcophagus behind him and bounced off. He couldn't stop vomiting, and his breath was dying.
Virtual cloud! "
The Poison King's eyes shrunk, and he hurriedly stepped forward, probed the nose of the old way, flicked his brows, and stared at Long Xiaotian: Longmen Master, he is just a bit stubborn, don't you need a killer? "
Sorry, I didn't make a big shot. But this was all he asked for himself. He voluntarily gave me a palm. Who is to blame? "
A wicked smile crossed the corner of his mouth, Long Xiaotian slowly retracted his palm, and then shouted to the surrounding: Who else? "
Well!
The body shook, everyone backed back in shock, afraid to speak.
Yang Xiaoyi got angry and stood out suddenly: there is me! "
Who are you, a junior, come to join in the fun? "
My name is Yang Xiaoyi and Yang Feng is my third brother. "
Oh, it turned out to be the brother of Master Yang, then..."
There was a sharp flash in his eyes, and Long Xiaotian immediately sarcastically said: If the old man kept his hand to you, he would look down on Master Yang too much, hum. "
call!
As soon as the voice fell, Long Xiaotian had already hit out with a palm, and he was there in the blink of an eye.
Yang Xiaoyi's pupils shrank, and the blade in his hand was pulled out like lightning.
bump!
With a loud noise, Yang Xiaoyi was shocked and hit Yang Feng's sarcophagus. He couldn't stop spitting out a mouthful of red blood, but he still stood firmly in place and did not fall down.
Long Xiaotian glanced at him deeply, secretly exclaiming in his heart.
What kind of monsters are the Yang family?
The palm of the old man just now was three points heavier than the one that hit Xuyun. Even Xuyun's hundreds of years of skill has been shaken to death by a palm, this kid can bear it, and the future will be extraordinary.
If this child is not removed, it must be a future problem.
Of course, he is still far from the level of Yang Feng's freak. Otherwise, it is not him who is falling now, but Lao Tzu.
call!
Thinking about this, Long Xiaotian pushed out again with one palm, but he used his own fame stunt, shocking the dragon thirteen palms.
This palm is different from the random palm that hit Xuyun and Yang Xiaoyi before. It adds the power of top combat skills. Yang Xiaoyi feels that under that palm, there is no possibility of escape, and the whole body He was so stiff that he couldn't even lift the knife, and he was shocked immediately.
Sorry, it's dead now.
But there was another knock on the ground. The King of Swordsman Batian blocked him, offset the palm, and stared at Long Xiaotian coldly: Longmen Master, this is my apprentice, please give me a face, don’t unacceptable. "
That's why I said how sharp his swordsmanship was. It turned out to be the disciple of the sword demon, no wonder. "
The corner of his mouth curled up, and Long Xiaotian said leisurely: But how does this palm count? "
This palm counts as the first palm I took you, not the second palm..."
No, even the second palm. "
However, before he finished speaking, Long Xiaotian smiled and said: I count the first two palms as you took it. This third palm, no matter how many people come, as long as you take it, I will turn my head and leave immediately, which is enough to save face. Come on, hahaha. "
Arrogant!
With anger in his heart, the knife in Wang Batian's hand tightened unconsciously, and Long Xiaotian really looked down on people.
Long Xiaotian ignored him, waved his hands repeatedly, and a powerful momentum circulated between his hands. The two earth-level elements of water and soil blended and cracked with each other, emitting extremely terrifying energy fluctuations.
Feeling this strange energy, the Poison King couldn't help but twitch his face, showing a look of fear that was rare in his life, and roared: Long Xiaotian, what are you going to do? Want to kill everyone here? stop it now! "
The old man said that as many people as you can block. As long as it is blocked, the old man will not break his words, turn his head and leave. If you can't stop it, you deserve it. "
The corners of his mouth were full of evil smiles, and Long Xiaotian roared, and then both palms came out: Jinglong thirteen palms, Shuanglong Xiaotian! "
Roar!
As soon as the voice fell, one blue and the other yellow, the two huge dragon shadows rushed forward fiercely, entangled with each other, like a sky thunder hitting a ground fire, the terrifying vibration even the entire Holy Fire sect could not help shaking. It seems to break at any time.
Everyone on the scene looked at all of this, their faces turned pale in fright, and their entire bodies instantly softened...