"What a beautiful independent space!"
A young man from the Purple Cloud Python Clan subconsciously began to lament, "If I could have such a space and build a mansion in it, then that would be the real life of a deity."
"This is not a good place. If I were you, I would rather build a mansion in the deep mountains and wilderness than in such a barren place." Long Yang smiled. His despicable look made people want to slap him.
"Barren mountains and wilderness?" At this time, even Mo Wen was curious.
"Look at this lush green grass. Who knows how many seniors' souls are buried underneath? These are not illusions. However, the things hidden underneath are definitely terrifying." After he finished speaking, he said, "All of you, look at this lush green grass right now.
Long Yang soared up and put his hands behind his back. He landed on the green grass like an otherworldly expert.
"Feeling it carefully, it is really like that. Is it the tearing of the souls? Why do I feel that apart from these, there is a hint of killing intent? "Mo Wen, who had also descended, frowned.
He could not believe the beautiful scenery in front of him.
What a joke, beautiful scenery could only be enjoyed if one was alive. Looking at it now, he was afraid that the horror contained in it was something that he had never encountered before.
"There are tearing souls, but this killing intent is not emitted by them."
"Come out. With my strong sense of perception, even the slightest sound can't escape. Assassination, you are really an amateur." With a fierce wave of his hand, Long Yang's hand emitted the Qi of Celestial Qi.
"Boom!"
The Qi of Celestial Qi exploded on the grass.
Uh!
There was no sign of life at all.
However, about a hundred feet away, a figure appeared.
This person was dressed in a black robe, and even his face was covered.
However, those pitch-black eyes gave off a dangerous feeling to the majority of the existences present.
Long Yang raised his hand, but did not put it down. A drop of cold sweat fell from his temple.
"Uh!"
He failed to pretend again.
Which direction should it be? Why was there such a big deviation?
Mo Qingqing and the others were nervous at first, but they could not help but prepare for battle.
However, when they saw the scene, they subconsciously froze, and the three black lines on their heads fell again.
Why couldn't this guy change his habit of always pretending and getting slapped in the face most of the time?
You obviously don't have that ability, but you always act like you're number one in the world. There really isn't such a pretentious person like you. Isn't this indirectly lowering the level of their team?
"Mistake, mistake, this is definitely a mistake."
"Hey hey hey!"
"You! Can you hide it again? I promise I can find it this time. "Scratching his head, Long Yang smiled and subconsciously wanted to prove himself.
Mo Wen immediately turned his head away, pondering how he could get rid of this retard without anyone noticing. It was embarrassing.
A good tense situation was instantly destroyed by this brat. It had to be said that a retard who could do this was really a f * cking genius.
At this moment, the man in black began to doubt his life.
This is my goal? Are you sure that this retard is as stupid as the intelligence reports say?
He killed that idiot.
Why did it feel like this guy was even more retarded than him?
"Fine, I'm going to kill anyway. I don't care if you are really retarded or pretending to be retarded."
Subconsciously, the man in black unleashed a burst of extreme speed.
Assassins, assassins, most of the time, caught people off guard.
Even if they exposed themselves and used their strongest speed during the assassination, ending the battle in an instant was also the most basic quality of an assassin.
"An assassin who has already shown himself is no longer a threat to me." With a turn of his hand, Long Yang's lips curled into a smile.
To be honest, before this, he was just acting with the attitude of 'if there were dates available'.
Who knew where the owner of this killing intent was hiding?
If an assassin's perfect disguise could be so easily discovered by an immortal who was not even an Earth Immortal, then that would be the biggest joke in the world.
He directly attacked with his aura to suppress it, and then blew it up.
If the assassin's brain had short-circuited, it was very likely that he would have shown himself subconsciously.
Even Long Yang himself did not expect that things would actually go so smoothly.
However, if one were to talk about mental retardation, then this assassin was the one who was downright retarded.
"Go!"
The lightning-fast assassin was clearly in front of him, but he only saw Long Yang's body shining.
In the next moment, a yellow dog appeared, and with its sharp teeth, it was directly behind him.
This bite was heart-wrenching.
Without hesitation, he revealed his true body and bit down without hesitation.
In addition, his true body was already faster than his transformed body. Under this unexpected situation, Long Yang's entire movement did not even have a trace of delay.
Blood began to flow from his waist under the teeth that were accompanied by celestial spiritual power.
Long Yang did not let go. Instead, he began to inject more celestial spiritual power.
In the blink of an eye, the assassin's waist began to swell, showing signs that it could explode at any time.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
The assassin began to swing his blade.
Bursts of saber radiance interweaved in every corner of this place like a powerful Qi.
They formed a huge grid, heading straight for the weak yellow dog.
"Iron Head Art." “
An explosive sound began to be heard.
Long Yang's ears were already dripping with blood.
But looking at the assassin in black, he was looking at him in disbelief.
There was a huge pit in his chest. His ribs were broken, and even his internal organs were pierced.
There was a huge pit in his chest. His ribs were broken, and some of his internal organs had been pierced.
The wound on his back exploded at the same time.
Subconsciously, he fell down. His entire body could no longer support his own weight.
During this series of actions, Long Yang had only suffered some minor injuries from beginning to end after transforming into his true form.
Under the dense blade light, he did not even hesitate to choose the method that would cause the least damage to him.
The execution of the Iron Head Art had caused the assassin in black to lose more than half of his combat power.
Even an Immortal Soldier that had been on the battlefield for a long time would find it difficult to make such a choice during a battle, right?
"You!"
At this time, the assassin in black finally reacted.
Whether it was the exposure of his ambush or the subsequent battle, everything seemed to be under the control of the yellow dog. Did he see through all of his actions?
How was this possible?
What kind of immortal could have such insight and judgment?
Using a state that was almost like a clown, he ruthlessly tricked himself, using the smallest amount of damage in exchange for the greatest loss of his combat power.
The more he thought about it, the more cold sweat dripped down his back.
The world fell into silence once again.
After the transformation, Long Yang covered his forehead. He casually pulled off his sleeve and wrapped it around his forehead.
He looked like an old farmer who had just returned from the field.
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