"Kneel down!"
When the ancient emperor became powerful, he drank again. His voice was deafening and resounding through the sky. It was full of an irresistible tone. The momentum shrouded in Yang Xuan became more and more terrible.
For ordinary people, they have long been broken to pieces, both form and spirit have disappeared, and those who die can no longer die.
But Yang Xuan''s body was still straight, like a rock.
"Whoever the emperor asks to kneel, he has to kneel. You are no exception."
The ancient emperor''s eyes were sharp and suddenly improved his momentum, and the oppressors would suffocate. His momentum was like a vast sea and a storm, which was very frightening.
"Kneel down and worship the ancient emperor!"
Before Yang Xuan knelt down, many holy court warriors knelt all over the ground. Even Jiang Mingyue knelt on one knee, looking respectful.
"It''s worthy of being an ancient emperor. It''s a great prestige. Unfortunately, no matter how powerful you are, you can''t let me kneel down for you. Let alone you, even the legendary Zixiao fairy king will never give in."
Yang Xuan is a proud man with lofty sentiments.
The crowd was shocked and inexplicable, and the atmosphere dared not breathe.
Under the pressure of the ancient emperor, they were all trembling and walking on thin ice. They almost fell to their knees. On the contrary, Yang Xuan was under most of the pressure of the ancient emperor, but was not affected at all.
Instead of kneeling, he dared to speak wildly.
Just ask the heaven and earth, who really faces the Zixiao fairy king without kneeling?
Zixiao fairy king, the founder of ancient Tianting, is very famous in the whole Tongtian world. No one knows it, and everyone respects it from the bottom of his heart.
It can be said that Yang Xuan is not only challenging the authority of the ancient emperor, but also disdaining a generation of the supreme fairy king.
This is a great sin, unforgivable, unforgivable!
"Madman, do you really want to die? Don''t worship the ancient emperor quickly!"
"This son deserves to die. Please remove him and make an example."
The anger of the holy court warrior is surging, higher and higher, like a wave for a long time.
"This son... Is dead."
Bully Wudao, youfen, even Liao Junjie, Wei Lihui, Tan Fei and others are sneering. Looking at Yang xuanwan is like looking at a dead man.
Yang Xuan is too arrogant. Now he dares to speak provocatively. It''s like looking for death.
Even if the ancient emperor cherished talent, it was impossible to let him go today.
"Are you really not afraid of death?"
The ancient emperor roared like thunder, shaking the world.
"Of course I''m afraid of death, but you can''t kill me."
Yang Xuan spoke faintly.
"Bastard, you''ll die."
The ancient emperor was so angry that he trembled, climbed to the extreme in an instant, and then pointed to Jiang Mingyue, "go and kill him."
"Yes."
Under the authority of the ancient emperor, Yang Xuan couldn''t move even if he wanted to. Jiang Mingyue was about to go over and kill Yang Xuan himself.
However, strangely enough, Jiang Mingyue''s body completely froze as soon as she took a step, and her whole body was dripping with bean sized cold sweat. It seemed that she had suffered inexplicable pain and was miserable to death.
"What''s the matter?"
The ancient emperor frowned.
"Tell the ancient emperor that an expert shot secretly, and the disciple... Can''t move." Jiang Mingyue gasped.
"Who, get out of here."
The ancient emperor drank.
"It''s me."
A figure flashed out of thin air, standing high above the sky and sitting on an equal footing with the ancient emperor. His breath was like a breeze blowing his face, giving people a feeling that he could become an immortal at any time.
"This is a master, a terrible master!"
The crowd moved and their eyes focused on the man.
The visitor is an old man in rags. The old man is not tall and his eyes are muddy. He seems to be dying, but he is not despised.
"Hoo!"
Jiang Mingyue sighed softly. With the arrival of the old man, the aura shrouded in him dissipated.
"It''s you, you old man, you''re not dead!"
The ancient emperor stared at the old man and looked at him. He couldn''t help but show a surprised look on his face.
"I''ve never died. I''ve always understood the Tao in a secret place in the little heaven."
The old man was no one else. It was Zhou who met Yang Xuan and instructed Yang Xuan to practice.
Zhou Lao, also known as Duke of Zhou, has cultivated an unparalleled magic skill called great dream magic. His strength is so high that he can be called unfathomable.
"I''ve seen Mr. Zhou."
Yang Xuan bowed and bowed.
"Don''t be polite."
Old Zhou waved his hand, looked directly at the ancient emperor and said, "this son is my descendant. You can''t kill him."
"He must die. It is unforgivable for him to despise Zixiao fairy king, the ancestor of ancient heaven."
The ancient emperor said coldly.
"In that case, let''s fight."
Zhou Lao said calmly, "you and I are all separated now. This war is fair. It depends on who is better."
"If you want to fight, the emperor should accompany you."
"It''s too small here. Let''s go out of bounds."
"Yes, there was no victory or defeat in the first World War. This war is bound to be defeated."
Obviously, Zhou Lao and the ancient emperor are old enemies. They rise up one after another when they talk. In the twinkling of an eye, they reach the nine clouds and start a peak battle that the world can''t see.
Rao is so, people can still hear the roar, which makes the space of the whole little heaven very unstable, as if it could collapse at any time.
"Let''s keep fighting and never die."
At the same time, Yang Xuan also launched an attack on Jiang Mingyue.
"Kill!"
Jiang Mingyue reacted quickly. He pinched the seal with one hand. A huge thunder ancient beast rushed out of the palm and pressed towards Yang Xuan town. The light was endless.
"Little Doyle, break it for me!"
Yang Xuan was very strong and calm. He fought against the thunder ancient beast with a blow of the sun''s divine power, and burst it hard. The thunder and lightning burst out all over the sky, but he couldn''t hurt him.
His flesh was so strong that a little light fell on him, which was tantamount to scratching.
"Octupole thunder field, open!"
Jiang Mingyue broke out and the supreme field was released. There were bright thunder lights in all directions, just like a small thunderstorm world, which wanted to kill Yang XuanZhen.
"Great killing!"
Yang Xuan''s momentum soared, raised his purgatory sword and fiercely split it out.
"Whew!"
The purgatory sword was so sharp that it cut through the endless thunder and quickly reached Jiang Mingyue.
Jiang Mingyue dodged quickly and was still slightly wiped by the sword light. A little blood splashed immediately.
"God, the son... Is hurt!"
"That''s great. I''m afraid no one in his generation can check and balance this son."
Jiang Mingyue was hurt by a sword, which shocked the whole audience. While many Shengting warriors were shocked, they couldn''t help feeling fear.
"Beast, how dare you hurt me? I want you to die without a burial place."
At this time, Jiang Mingyue was violent, and her killing intention was like rolling river water, sweeping nine days and ten places.
"After today, there will be no one like you in the world. Die."
Yang xuanren followed the sword. The sword in his hand was faster and faster than his body. Like a competition, he first approached Jiang Mingyue.
Jiang Mingyue was shocked, but he didn''t dare to regret his edge with his body. He waved his thunder gun quickly and tried to stop Yang Xuan''s sword.
"When!"
Jiang Mingyue retreated and then retreated, while Yang Xuan did not retreat but advanced, killing Jiang Mingyue one after another. The attack was far more fierce than before,
If Yang Xuan still had spare strength in the first World War, he has no reservation now. He is going to kill Jiang Mingyue here while the ancient emperor has no skills.