Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Comics -> Azeroth Immortals

The Immortal Legend of Azeroth NO.0603 Yang Long VS Yang Long

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    Perhaps in response to the taunt, Yang Long had just finished speaking when a vague figure appeared in the far distance in the four directions of east, west, north and south, and rushed towards the pyramid at super high speed at the same time.  "Are you here?" Yang Long waited leisurely.  Time did not pass long, and the four visitors arrived almost at the same time. Each visitor was floating in mid-air. The waves escaping from their sides showed that they had a strength that could not be underestimated.  Since entering this desert space, Yang Long felt that his strength had skyrocketed again.  It was an indescribable feeling, but Yang Long was certain that if he had another fight with Alsace before he was calculated, he would definitely be able to defeat him very easily.  Therefore, when the four strong men approached, Yang Long still stood in the air without making any movement.  "Sure enough, it's him. He's so arrogant!" Flying from the east was a male night elf over three meters tall and slender. He was covered in exquisite armor and said angrily: "I'm not afraid at all.  Our siege?" "You're talking nonsense." A human being flew from the north, covered in a dark robe, and said coldly.  "After so many years, you still haven't changed. You keep arguing when you meet. What kind of quarrel are you going to make?" The person flying from the south is also a human, holding a giant hammer in both hands, wearing only a pair of mail breeches, and a face.  Mask said in a rough voice.  Flying from the west was a chubby fat man, his whole body wrapped in leather clothes, waiting in silence without saying a word.  Yang Long had no intention of talking to the four strangers.  No matter how many people were arguing, they just held their hands calmly.  He closed his eyes and rested comfortably, looking defenseless.  Such a gesture made the four strong men very unhappy.  "Hey, hey, hey" The strong human from the south turned to look at Yang Long speechlessly: "Are you a fool or deaf? We have come all the way to welcome you, don't you feel curious? Yang  Dragon." Yang Long's eyes suddenly widened and he turned to look at the strong man flying from the south.  "You know my name, who are you?" A deep-seated chill filled the surroundings.  Yang Long looked at the enemy intently, and the joints on his body made crackling sounds due to the boiling Qi, and he had the intention of taking action if he disagreed.  Facing Yang Long's momentum, the powerful man from the south unconsciously took a step back.  "Hahaha you're scared!" The strong man from the East spoke immediately, sarcastically saying not to lose face.  "Are you an idiot?" The strong man from the north also spoke immediately and asked without mercy: "You actually revealed the details of your own people in front of the enemy. It seems that you have wasted your time on a group of women these years.  Pigs!" "I'll kill you!" The strong man from the east was furious, pointing at the strong man from the north and said, "You are the idiot, your whole family is" Because of the strong man from the south, his heart was filled with anger and anger.  Surprised Yang Long.  There is no time to listen to these clown-like guys, wasting time chatting and spanking. With a flip of his wrist, he slapped the strong man from the East: "Shut up!" Phew!  The vibrating zhenqi came out of the palm, flew less than twenty meters, and expanded into a palm print dozens of meters in size.  With the sound of whistling wind, it pressed towards the strong man from the east and arrived in front of him in less than a second.  "Guanri!" The powerful Westerner suddenly shouted.  It was also a punch.  A slightly smaller fist mark, with a light cyan color, collided with Yang Long's palm mark from the side.  Boom¡ª¡ª After the two kinds of zhenqi entangled each other for a moment, a violent explosion suddenly occurred. The airflow sweeping from all directions pulled the clothes of the five people present straight back, and also caused several sand dunes dozens of meters below.  , was flattened to a large extent.  "Wow!" The strong man from the East screamed strangely, dodged the remaining palm prints and said, "What a real energy!" Judging from this attack, the strength of the strong man from the West was obviously inferior to that of Yang Long.  However, the doubts and weirdness in Yang Long's heart became more intense. He turned to stare at the fat body of the Western powerhouse, a guess flashed in his mind, and he asked with a stern face: "Are you a panda?  " "It's not just the Pandaren!" The strong man from the east said in a strange tone, but the strong man from the west still didn't say anything.  The strong man from the East, who was like a living treasure, made the anger in Yang Long's heart burn again. He turned around and prepared to attack again, but found that the strong man from the East smiled, raised his hand and opened his helmet, revealing the handsome face underneath.  After seeing that face, Yang Long's pupils shrank and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.  After the strong men from the east, the strong men from the north also took off the hoods of their robes, and the strong men from the southAfter taking off the mask, only the strong Westerner remained unmoved, quietly suspended in mid-air and alert.  "You" Yang Long glanced at the three faces bit by bit, and asked in disbelief: "Are you" Three mysterious strong men, each with three different faces  , but it is exactly the same as Yang Long's three appearances in Lordaeron, arriving in the Kingdom of Stormwind, and being transformed by the moon well, as if the time of his appearance transformation were imprinted.  "Yang Long!" The strong man from the East said with a smile: "We are all the same as you, called Yang Long." Yang Long, whose body was a little stiff, turned to look at the strong man from the West who was standing in a mask, with a strange expression on his face.  With an expression that seemed to be both smiling and accumulating anger, he said, "So it seems that you are also Yang Long?" "Of course." The Western powerhouse finally spoke, taking off his scarf to reveal the face of the Pandaren Emperor.  The scene suddenly became quiet. The four strong men who called themselves "Yang Long" watched the old butcher slowly lower his head. His body trembled slightly, and then the frequency and amplitude quickly increased.  "Hehehehahahahahaha" Yang Long let out a deep laugh, and then his voice gradually became louder.  In the end, Yang Long looked up to the sky and laughed. There was no nervousness or surprise on his face. What was left was only the burning fighting spirit and obvious contempt: "Yang Long? Haha Why are you here?"  "Of course it's to stop you." The strong man from the East said.  "Stop me? Haha!" Yang Long continued to laugh. While laughing, he pointed at the four strong men whose expressions were slowly getting worse. He sneered mercilessly: "You are willing to be someone else's slave. You are worthy of the title."  Yang Long?!" These words immediately caused the four strong men to fall into rage.  However, they still did not take action, but the Western powerhouse who only said one sentence took a step forward and said: "If you are willing to join us and become a member of the world of Azeroth, we can obey your orders.  "Be my subordinate?" Yang Long's smile faded and his face turned gloomy: "You are not worthy of it!" This answer was extremely decisive and without compromise.  The strong men from all directions fell silent and slowly took out their weapons. The auras on their bodies rose sharply, and air waves of different shapes erupted from their feet in all directions. The strength of the super-level strong men was beyond doubt.  .  "Huh!" Yang Long sneered and tried his best to stimulate the true energy in his body.  Buzzing The auras of the five strong men made the nearby sky dim, making it difficult for the space to maintain stability, and fleeting small cracks appeared. The vibration and crowding between the auras caused the desert below them to  , the subsidence revealed a huge pit of more than 100 meters.  The increase in strength only takes a few seconds.  Almost in an instant, the four strong men moved at the same time and rushed towards Yang Long from all directions.  Yang Long, on the other hand, ignored the other three places and rushed straight towards the fat panda man to the west. With a piece of green mist-like Qi evaporating from his body, a trace was drawn in the air, and he arrived in an instant.  In front of the strong men of the West.  "The angry thunder breaks!" The Western strong man roared, and stretched out his palm.  The light blue zhenqi condensed into short sword ridges following his blow, forming a palm print five or six meters wide. It pressed towards Yang Long, and before he could reach him, the old butcher felt  A tingling sensation on the surface of the body.  "Martial skills? A joke!" Yang Long shouted, faced the palm print, stepped forward and kicked in the air: "Disillusionment!" Click!  The space where Yang Long was was immediately opened by this kick, which opened a crack several meters wide, bringing out an indiscernible shadow. In an instant, it flew across a distance of dozens of meters and collided with the powerful man from the west.  The incoming palm print. ?¡­
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report