C689 In front of your master, I'll slap you in the face!

He said he was going to slap himself?

Damn it, you don't know what's good for you. Don't think that you can win just because you can receive a single slash from me, and you still want to slap me in the face?

Hmph, if you dare to reach out, I'll chop off your claw!

Daoist Pure Yang thought as the Northern Profound Divine Sword in his hand slashed through the void. Just as he was about to prove that his strength was worthy of its reputation, he felt a sudden pain on his face, followed by an incomparably crisp "Pa" sound!

Pure-Yang felt his mouth was filled with the smell of blood, he turned his head in disbelief, but Zhang Dongcheng just stood there, as if he did not move at all, and when he did, he spat out a few large teeth from his mouth!

"This, this!" Daoist Pure Yang stared at the bloody teeth in his hand, unable to even turn his head.

Who, who gave this daddy a slap in the face, who gave this daddy's teeth out!

Fuck!

"You, you, you!" Supreme Yin Yang Demon did not see anything. He only opened his mouth wide and looked at the fang in Pure Yang's hand and the five finger marks on his face. He felt like he had encountered a ghost today …

When Zhang Dongcheng said this, he received Daoist Pure Yang's sword and was about to slap him, and then a slap sounded out. The finger mark on Daoist Pure Yang's face was clearly visible, could it be that he was the one who slapped him?

How the f * ck is this possible!

A Seven Star Warlord, had slapped a 1-star precelestial Daoist Pure Yang's face, and this Daoist Pure Yang couldn't even dodge?

Is there something wrong with that? F * ck, is this a mistake!?

Yin Yang Ghost Lord was in a bad mood.

Daolord Pure Yang was momentarily stunned. It took him a long time to recover his senses as he cursed, "Damn brat! You used the power of the Vermillion Bird to sneak attack my disciple! You!"

Zhang Dongcheng smiled lightly. "Oh, you saw through it initially, it's no wonder he's a three star expert in the Postliminary Realm."

The Pure Yang True Monarch who was holding onto his big fangs, finally understood that this slap was actually made by Zhang Dongcheng!

Oh my god, it really was him!

Daoist Pure Yang immediately started shaking like a sieve, this was a casual slap to Zhang Dongcheng, if he had casually swung his sword, he would not even have his head left!

The fear of death suddenly enveloped his heart.

The Yin Yang Ghost King also coldly said, "Brat, you have the power of the Heaven Cracking Vermillion Bird. You should be a Soaring Emperor that can soar into the heavens. However, if you are so arrogant, I'm afraid you won't be able to live for long!"

"It's fine for you to deal with our disciples with your current speed, but to escape from me and Daolord Pure Yang, that's wishful thinking!"

The tone of his voice was ghastly and cold, like a blade scraping against its surface. It was extremely irritating and irritating to the ear.

Facing the threat of the Yin Yang Ghost King, Zhang Dongcheng said indifferently, "You old thing, are you begging for a beating for your disciple? Alright, I will give your disciple another slap in the face! "

Tens of thousands of vermillion feathers exploded in the air. Zhang Dongcheng left behind a faint shadow as he hurriedly rushed towards Yin Yang Ghost Lord!

This speed was so fast that it was almost instantaneous. Even though YinYang Ghost was fully on guard, his body was still frozen in place and he could not even move!

In his eyes, there was only the sound of a ball of fire exploding in the air, and thousands of sparks exploding. Then, it was Zhang Dongcheng raising her palm, about to slap it!

"Son, you dare!" This Zhang Dongcheng actually dared to slap his own disciple right in front of him. How could he tolerate this?

The space behind the Yin Yang Ghost King suddenly exploded with a loud bang, and without any warning, the entire space exploded.

A myriad of ghastly and ghastly auras erupted from the body of the Yin Yang Ghost King. A hundred zhang long black ghost aura burst out from his eyes, as if he had brought the Unbroken Hell to the human world, shaking everyone's hearts. It was as if he had made everyone despair, bringing death and fear.

"Hundred Ghost Night Walk, Heaven Collapsing Ghost Claw!"

The Yin Yang Ghost King used the movement technique of the Hundred Wraith Night Walk and charged towards the Yin Yang Demon Sovereign like a ghost. Countless giant ghost claws appeared out of thin air, tearing through the heavens and splitting the earth, as if hell was about to suppress it!

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

His claw, which was as black as a razor, brought out countless black Qi along the way. It was as if the end of the world was approaching, trying to kill Zhang Dongcheng in an instant!

The Yin Yang Ghost King's claw attack seemed to overturn the entire world. The violent ghost energy sent the mountains flying, completely shattering them, and in the midst of the ghost cries, countless ghost claws tore everything in their surroundings to shreds, sending everything flying like paper!

The peak of 10,000 feet was torn apart like paper!

The indescribable power of the ghost claw was like the wrath of the gods, bringing down God's Punishment to destroy the world. The violent energy spread out like a tsunami, suppressing the world and engulfing all the realms.

That one strike was enough to destroy an entire country!

However, the purpose of such a violent attack was very simple. It was not to destroy a city or a nation, but to block Zhang Dongcheng's slap!

A palm struck out towards the Yin Yang Ghost Senior's face!

As if he had not moved an inch, he remained standing in the same spot, as calm and composed as water.

At this moment, amidst the countless explosions, the sound of a slap could still be heard clearly.

"Pah!"

After that, Yin Yang Ghost Lord became like a Pure Yang Daoist, standing there with his head tilted …

Fuck, fuck!

So fast, so fast!

Dodge! Dodge! My body, I can't move at all!

No, it's not that my body can't move, but that Zhang Dongcheng brat's movements were just too fast, to the point that it seemed like he was frozen in place, unable to even lift a single finger!

I don't want to be slapped by this fellow. What face do I have? Do I have to live?!

I am a damn 1-star precelestial earth realm expert! Would he even be slapped?

Master, save me!

You are a three star precelestial earth realm expert, you must be able to help me!

Why did his face hurt so much?

Senior Yin Yang's face swelled up to a point that could be seen with the naked eye. As he opened his mouth, a few large teeth flew out like the teeth of a Pure Yang Daoist!

Even if this Yinyang Ghost Lord was 1-star precelestial, even if his 3-star precelestial master was helping with all his might, this slap was still loud and clear, extremely simple!

This destructive move was completely useless. He could only watch as his own disciple was slapped in the face by Zhang Dongcheng as he spat out a few large teeth and stood there in a daze.

Looking at the Yin Yang Ghost King, he seemed to be saying, Master, are you kidding me? With your strength, you still want me to get slapped by Zhang Dongcheng!