Facing Peng Wang's Thunderbolt strike, Long Yan's face showed no change as he fiercely punched out with his right hand, filling the small space with black and white light.
Peng Wang's claws seemed to strike the air, producing a soft, powerless feeling.
"What kind of move is this?"
Peng Wang was greatly shocked. Each time he saw Long Yan, there were always new moves that made him feel incredibly uncomfortable.
"Let's go together."
An expert knows at once. With just that strike, Peng Wang knew he was no match for Long Yan and hurriedly called for Qin Tianlu's help.
"Sky Devil Chaos Dance."
Qin Tianlu's move seemed more like a Demonic Attack, as countless sword shadows surrounded Long Yan.
"Trivial skills."
Long Yan let out a heavy snort from his nose and saw that the myriad sword shadows froze in the air, unable to advance even half an inch further.
"Eight Trigrams Formation."
"What is this?"