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Chapter eight hundred and sixty sixth domineering

Time is moving quickly, Long Jiaoyang killed the creatures of the Nine Profound World triggered by the descendants of the Immortal and Demon in Xiaoheshan, and comprehensively counterattacked the battle between the descendants of the Immortal and Demon and the Three Thousand Great Worlds of the Great Worlds, and continued.

But the gap is indeed too big. Too many powerful humans died in battle, and this situation is cooling down.

The battle for quota, a relatively fair game battle, became the focus.

Many young strong men from descendants of immortals and demons said that they should kill Long Jiaoyang, who relies on external objects to change their physique in this battle. Some people even clamored to kill all human cultivators who dare to participate in the battle for quota.

Wang Zeyu of the Heavenly Temple opened his appointment to fight Long Jiaoyang in the past few days, so that Long Jiaoyang would be defeated if he could not participate in the quota battle.

The descendant of Emperor Xuan, Qi Yu, who once received the Immortal Art in the Bronze Immortal Palace, announced that he would participate in this quota battle. He did not directly challenge Long Jiaoyang. When he made his speech on participating in the battle, he said this, "I will support the backbone of the creatures of the Nine Profound World, so that the descendants of the Immortal and Demons and the powerful people of the Three Thousand Worlds cannot underestimate the creatures of the Nine Profound World."

When the old blind man heard Qi Yu's remarks, he said to Long Jiaoyang with certainty that Qi Yu must have thought in his heart that he was a descendant of the immortal, not a human race, and he was unreliable.

After several months of retreat, Long Jiaoyang has raised his Dharma and Tao to the extreme and fell into a bottleneck. He needs actual combat to test his combat power.

Faced with the continuous provocation of the people in the Temple of Heaven, three days before the start of the quota battle, Long Jiaoyang spoke in the exile territory and wanted to fight Wang Zeyu in Xiaoheshan.

"Long Jiaoyang has faced the challenge, he didn't act as a turtle with his head!"

The passionate young people of the human race were very excited and ran around to tell each other.

"After agreeing to a battle, isn't fellow Taoist Long Jiaoyang afraid of being plotted against by descendants of immortals and demons or strong men from the Three Thousand Worlds?" Some people were very worried.

"Long Jiaoyang is too unwise. At this time, he will fight against the young strong men from the descendants of immortals and demons. Will he completely expose his advantages?" Some people think that Long Jiaoyang is very unwise.

"It's Xiaoheshan again? Fellow Daoist Long Jiaoyang wants to establish his own myth of fighting against the descendants of the immortals and demons in Xiaoheshan?"

“…”

Long Jiaoyang's response made the race excited, and also moved the descendants of the immortals and demons and the race that came to the Three Thousand Worlds. Some people who were about to participate in the war were quickly moving towards the small rivers and mountains to watch this battle, so as to estimate how powerful Long Jiaoyang is now?

The old blind man deduced that the people from the Xuetiandu Killer Alliance will have abnormal movements. He is ready to follow Long Jiaoyang to Xiaoheshan to defend against the killer.

In the end, Long Jiaoyang only brought the old blind man and Ling Xuanwu out, and the others were all left in the Exile Realm.

"Fellow Daoist Long Jiaoyang, you can't be careless. The people in the Heavenly God Temple, but the true dragons who are chasing them have to hide. Wang Zeyu dares to openly challenge you, and there must be something extraordinary." The old blind man solemnly reminded him.

"I will not underestimate others. I will do my best to see the results of seclusion in the past few months." Long Jiaoyang nodded, with a high sense of fighting spirit in his heart.

Wang Xin and Wang Pengtian from the Heavenly Temple accompanied Wang Zeyu to Xiaoheshan. There were still people left in this place. The Taoist patterns of the last battle were not accessible to ordinary cultivators.

Those who can watch the battle around Xiaoheshan are not weak.

"Long Jiaoyang hasn't come yet? He is so arrogant." The young strong man with descendants of immortals and demons spoke up dissatisfiedly.

"The Temple of Heaven is one of the most powerful forces in the Immortal Demon Pit. Wang Zeyu is even more famous as the little war god. Long Jiaoyang must have come and goes without returning this time."

"It's just a clown in the human race. If a young genius like Wang Zeyu wants to kill him, it will definitely destroy Gula."

"Yes, this so-called young and powerful human race won a game by relying on external forces, and he was arrogant and despised. He really wanted to destroy him with his own hands."

“…”

The onlookers who were descendants of immortals and demons said loudly, and seemed to not take the human race around them into consideration.

"Damn it, a group of guys who are looking down on the slightest eyes. If you have the courage to come out and fight me first." The hot-tempered cultivator roared outside, and a purple air flashed by. The man's head fell instantly and was killed on the spot.

The person who took action was Wang Zeyu. He was dressed in white, had a tall figure as tall as a mountain, and a handsome face gave people a sense of majesty. He should have felt that he was so majestic.

The human cultivators who were angry with the words of the descendants of immortals and demons were silent in an instant. The person who went out just now was not weak. He was a cultivator at the early stage of the Saint-level realm and was killed instantly when he met. This gap is really too big.

"This is my ring, are you good enough?" Wang Zeyu looked around at the human cultivator, with disdain and arrogance in his eyes.

Bang!

A figure broke through the air, and he stepped on Wang Zeyu and shook him back several steps.

Long Jiaoyang, wearing a purple robe and with fiery red armor, came unruly. His outline was like a knife and axe, giving people a hard feeling. However, at this moment, Long Jiaoyang gave everyone the feeling that he was domineering in two words!

"Cultivator of the human race, can you kill it just by saying that you can kill it?" Long Jiaoyang's sword eyebrows were as sharp as the edge of his eyes, and his eyes turned into purple light and slashed behind Wang Zeyu. Several descendants of immortals and demons died screaming and died on the spot!

At this moment, the descendants of immortals and demons and the powerful men in the Three Thousand Worlds were silent. Long Jiaoyang was too terrible and had no scruples about their identity as descendants of immortals and demons. He killed the three of them with one move.

Wang Zeyu's face looked ugly. Long Jiaoyang killed three descendants of immortals and demons in front of him, which was a bit of a big blow to him.

"Long Jiaoyang, you can change your physique by changing your physical condition by external objects and won't win a hero!" A brave descendant of the immortal demon shouted.

"Yes, what kind of hero is a change of physique by relying on external objects? Do you dare to fight Wang Zeyu fairly?" Many people echoed the descendants of the immortal demons.

Long Jiaoyang sneered and said, "You are worthy of saying this too? You don't use the venom of the Death Tree, you can defeat the powerful human race so many times? If you don't have the protection of the fairy energy, can you easily defeat the human race cultivators? In front of me, you are worthy of mentioning the words "fairness and heroes?"

The descendants of immortals and demons were questioned by Long Jiaoyang and were speechless again.

Wang Zeyu didn't want Long Jiaoyang to continue showing off his might. He stared at Long Jiaoyang and said, "Long Jiaoyang, my challenge rules to you are the same as the battle for quota. If you violate the rules, you will fail and you will not be able to participate in the battle for quota."

"Violating the rules? Do you think you have the strength to make me violate the rules?" Long Jiaoyang said coldly.

Everyone was in an uproar. Now Long Jiaoyang is too strong, and even the people in the Heavenly Temple take it seriously. This is simply too arrogant and unforgivable!
Chapter completed!
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