Kapitel 1189: Fierce Battle at Emei!

"Immortal Slaying?"

Yang Luo laughed mockingly, "Can such trashy sword techniques kill immortals?"

As he spoke, Yang Luo brazenly threw a punch!

This punch was ancient and heavy. The fist was suffused with a dazzling golden light, as if it wanted to explode everything!

Boom! Boom!

Rumble!

An earth-shattering crash and explosion resounded!

The thousands of longswords that shot over were all destroyed!

"Arghhhh!"

Bai Wuchen let out an extremely painful howl as his body rose from the ground. For the fourth time, he was sent flying dozens of meters away…

When he fell to the ground.

Bai Wuchen spat out a mouthful of blood. A few of his ribs had been broken.

His entire right arm was shattered, and the sword in his hand was also shattered.

Yang Luo's punch directly severely injured him. He couldn't even get up.

"Third Young Master!"