"If you want to kill my young master, I won''t agree first."
Han Wuji roared with a ferocious look, but he didn''t dare to cross the thunder pool. He just firmly protected Han Daosheng behind him.
With the protection of Emperor Yan Xuanyuan, few people in the whole immortal domain dared to move Yang Xuan. Compared with the real body projection of the Xuanling Buddha at first, this is the real ancient emperor.
With the fighting power of Emperor Yan, Emperor Xuanling and Emperor Buddha may not be their opponents. I''m afraid only those immortal saints who survived from ancient times can compete with them.
"Since you don''t agree, fight with him fairly and decide the outcome!"
With the voice of Emperor Yan Xuanyuan Wushang falling, Han Wuji immediately felt an inexplicable force pressing down on his head.
"Emperor Yan uses force to oppress people. Do you really want to be immortal with my Protoss?"
Han Wuji was heavy and trembling, and a cold sweat came from his forehead. Knowing that Emperor Yan had shot, he suppressed his strong mana to almost the same level as Yang Xuan.
Not only is his magic power, at the moment, he can''t even mobilize his own life thunder world. He has the cultivation of the superior fairy king, but he has no power that the superior fairy king should have. His strength has been weakened by more than 90%.
"Don''t be afraid of your Protoss. I''m not afraid of Xuanyuan. If you Protoss dare to seek revenge or trouble my disciples, I''ll kill as many as I come, and I won''t be soft."
Emperor Yan Xuanyuan gave a cold hum and said to Yang Xuan, "this person has the same cultivation as you. You just kill people in the past. You can bear the big things as a teacher."
The Taigu Yan Clan fought with the protoss in those years. The two sides had an old feud. The protoss really wanted to come to the door. He, the last leader of the Taigu Yan Clan, didn''t mind killing.
"Thank you, master."
Yang Xuan bowed down and thanked Han Wuji. Han Wuji''s strength was greatly reduced, which could not pose a threat to him at all.
"You shouted one by one. How can I give you a gift?"
Emperor Yan Xuanyuan Wushang smiled and his voice suddenly became more serious than ever. "Remember, the enemy is the enemy and will never fight with you into friendship. This is the first lesson for you."
"The disciple will remember the words of the master."
Yang Xuan arched his hands and looked like he was taught with an open mind. He was originally a decisive man. Even if Emperor Yan Xuanyuan did not open his mouth, he would never let Han Wuji and Han Daosheng leave safely.
At this point, it is almost impossible to live. Han Wuji immediately preached to Han Daosheng behind him.
"Young master, hurry away. Emperor Yan will never do anything to you. As long as you can leave, you will quickly return to the divine domain, and the old slave will fight to hold the son for the young master."
"But..."
"No, but the old slave is the protector of the young Lord and is willing to give everything for the young Lord."
"Well, if I can return to God alive, I will avenge you in the future, and I won''t let you die in vain."
After a moment''s conversation, Han Daosheng immediately rose into the sky and quickly fled out of the sky.
The Yan Emperor Xuanyuan Wushang really didn''t stop him. He just looked at Yang Xuan with a smile, as if to see how he stopped Han Daosheng.
"Can you walk away?"
Yang Xu shook his head and secretly mobilized the power of swallowing heaven. He sealed the sky with the main road and forced the way to go off. Han Dao Sheng be caught off guard. He felt that he had bumped into a very strong invisible wall barrier and made a roar.
"No way, what are you doing!?"
He yelled, danced wildly, and blood gushed from his mouth. He fell from the air in a panic and was injured in an instant.
"This is my way. I call it the way of swallowing heaven."
Yang Xuan said coldly, "in front of my devouring heaven, you can''t fly out even if you put on your wings."
"Devour the way of heaven? You really dare to name yourself. I finally understand why you don''t want to go to the holy courtyard of the way of heaven. How can the way of heaven accommodate you?"
Han Daosheng''s face is full of fear and shock. He has always been conceited. Few people in his generation can pass through three moves under his hands and despise the younger generation. He is known as the most potential son of God on the holy mountain.
Now, however, he met such a great enemy. He cultivated his own life Avenue in a mere fairyland.
This life road is the Enlightenment of a monk''s life. It requires great understanding, opportunity and perseverance to have the opportunity to condense.
Looking at the whole immortal realm, don''t mention the real immortal. Even some immortal kings and emperors have never owned them. Yang xuanmingming''s cultivation is not high, but he has mastered his own life Avenue early. This has never happened since ancient times.
"Devour the way of heaven, this son is really crazy!"
You Yunjing frowned. If he hadn''t been afraid of Emperor Yan Xuanyuan''s no war, if he hadn''t known that he was not Yang Xuan''s opponent, he would have taken Yang Xuan and taken him back to the holy courtyard of heaven.
"The way of heaven does not allow, then I will tear it down and rebuild it, and I will be the master of this heaven and earth."
Hearing Yang Xuan''s words, countless people can''t help swallowing their saliva. I''m afraid only Yang Xuan dares to think and do such crazy acts in the world, and has no fear of the way of heaven.
"You Yunjing, there''s a bold heretic here. Is that how you look at the Tiandao holy courtyard?"
Han Daosheng shouted at you Yunjing.
"I respect brother you for his behavior. Please make it difficult for me."
Yang Xuan took a look at you Yunjing, left a sentence, and then launched the great void art to kill the north and South Korean Daosheng straightly.
"What shit son of God, I don''t see enough in my eyes. I''ll send you on the road."
Just a flicker, Yang Xuan came to Han Daosheng, like a god of war resurrected, with a strong blow.
"Damn it!"
Han Daosheng''s face was ferocious. Regardless of his physical injury, he waved the bright sword to meet him. Between the collision between the blade and his fist, a huge noise broke out, which shocked countless people''s eardrums and shocked them. When Han Daosheng was hit, he immediately coughed up blood, wanted to crack his whole body, and flew out in the air.
Yang Xuan''s fist was not only powerful, but also blessed by the power of the road, which made him hurt and hurt immediately, and it was extremely uncomfortable.
"Let''s fight again!"
Yang Xuan moved and punched again. He was so brave that the bright sword in Han Daosheng''s hand whined and seemed to crack. Han Daosheng was hurt and retreated again, and his blood stained the sky.
"This son was so terrible that he crushed Han Daosheng completely with his bare hands, and he had almost no power to fight back."
Yang Xuan''s fighting power makes many old strong people feel numb. This young man is too strong. No wonder he will be favored by Emperor Yan Xuanyuan Wushang.
"Too weak, you are really too weak!"
Yang Xuan ruthlessly ridiculed, gained power and continued to kill the past.
"Vertical son, your opponent is me!"
Han Wuji opened his mouth and roared. He rushed forward quickly. His opponent was a palm God thunder, which blasted at Yang Xuan.
"Without the power of the fairy king, it is equivalent to a toothless tiger. What can you compete with me, old man?"
Yang Xuan resisted, pinched the sun seal in his left hand, and a golden sun rose slowly. He blocked the destruction thunder. He only heard a loud bang. The thunder fell apart on the spot, but did not disperse.
A trace of lightning, like a sword, continued to shoot at him with the smell of destruction.
"Out!"
Yang Xuan was fearless. His five fingers in his right hand played repeatedly, and his purple and yellow fingers spewed out. He strongly smashed the vast thunder and lightning, making all the thunder and lightning disappear and disappear in an instant.