Invincible Conqueror

Soon, other powerful factions also sensed the breath of the ancestors.

"Who dares to kill my short-sword disciple?!" When everyone is suspicious of the identity of the ancestor of the ancestors, a drink of screams like a thunder.

Earth and earth shake.

Huang Xiaolong and the Golden Horn Mavericks changed their faces.

Originally, after Huang Xiaolong killed the disciple of the mid-eighth stage of the ancient **** of the short-edged door, there will be a short-edged disciple of the ancestors, but he did not expect it to come so fast!

Chen Jianfeng and other short-edged disciples were overjoyed.

"Haha, boy, you are dead!" Chen Jianfeng pointed at Huang Xiaolong, laughing.

However, his voice just fell. Suddenly, a swordman had never passed. He only felt his neck cool, and then he saw his head separated from his neck.

He couldn't believe to look at Huang Xiaolong with his eyes. He couldn't believe that the other party dared to kill himself after knowing that he was a short-winged ancestor.

Huang Xiaolong’s hand slammed the blood of Mulberry Sword and said coldly: “What I hate most is your ungrateful villain!” After that, he looked at the short-edged disciple who was saved by him.

The short-edged disciples were pale and were about to panic. Huang Xiaolong’s figure was like a phantom, and a sword wind was rolled up. The sword wind passed, and several people stopped, and then they went down. The whole body was completely different. Sword marks.

Huang Xiaolong waved a hand and took away a few people's space rings.

At this time, a roar, thunder and lightning, see Shilong crazy attacked behind Huang Xiaolong.

However, Huang Xiaolong did not counterattack, and his body shape flashed, and he escaped the Shilong attack, and then fell to the Golden Horn Mavericks.

"go!"

Suddenly, the Golden Horn Mavericks took Huang Xiaolong as a purple Ray, and disappeared instantly without a trace.

This speed. Even the late peaks of the ancient ninth stage of the ancient gods are hard to match.

This is the heroic "Thunder" of the Golden Horn Mavericks.

Although it is extremely depleted, at this time, in order to escape the short-winged ancestor, I can't take care of it.

It didn’t take long for Huang Xiaolong and the Golden Horn Mavericks to leave. The wind and thunder rolled, and a middle-aged man wearing a short-edged elder's shirt was seen.

"Elder Lin Bi!" Shi Long and the short-edged disciples saw the people. Hurry and respectfully.

The short-edged elder Lin Lin nodded, his eyes swept away, and saw the body of Chen Jianfeng and others, his face sinking and his eyes were full of vitality.

"Who is it?!" he asked quietly.

"A fat man, riding a giant beast." Shi Long hurriedly replied, briefly described Huang Xiaolong and the Golden Horn Mavericks, due to the illusion of the Golden Horn Mavericks. It is turned into a hornless behemoth, so Shi Long and others mistakenly believe that the Golden Horn calf is a giant beast.

Lin Bi also asked Shi Long and Huang Xiaolong and the Golden Horn Mavericks to escape the direction, and then the hands torn the space, a large space shift, it disappeared in place.

After Huang Xiaolong and the Golden Horn Mavericks left, they did not flee outside the Demon Hill, but fled to the depths of the Demon Hill.

Although the gas of the devil in the depths of the Demon Hill is heavier, it is more conducive to escape.

The Golden Horn calf carries Huang Xiaolong and turns into a purple light. Constantly breaking through the sorrow of the evil spirits, entering the deeper part of the Demon Hill, and Huang Xiaolong's whole body flashed. The Golden Buddha Supreme Godhead pushes to the extreme, purifying the madness of the surrounding evil spirits.

Just then, Huang Xiaolong’s face changed.

He sensed that the ancestral power of the short-edged door is tearing the void and approaching the two, and this way, I am afraid that it will take a few minutes to fully catch up with the two.

Originally, Huang Xiaolong also marveled at the thunder speed of the Golden Horn Mavericks, but now the speed of the ancestral powerhouse is far beyond the expectations of Huang Xiaolong.

The Golden Horn Mavericks also sensed the short-winged elders who followed. The whole body suddenly ignited a thunderstorm. This thunder fire seemed to make the Golden Horn calf eat a stimulant. The speed is speeding up again, and it looks far away. Like a thunder fire that cut through the heights of the Demon Hill, it kept flashing.

The short-edged elder Lin Bi, who was chasing after him, was also shocked. According to Shi Long, the strength of the other two is higher than Shi Long. With the speed of his ancestors, he should be able to catch up with a dozen breaths. Yes, but now, more than thirty breaths.

However, the more this is the case, the more determined he wants to kill Huang Xiaolong.

Such a genius, if it grows up, breaks through the ancestors, is definitely a threat to the short-edged gate.

"Escape, do you think you can escape in front of a strong ancestor?" Lin Bi pursued while playing the magic sound behind him: "If you return to my short blade now, I can spare you not to die!"

Lin Bi’s magical power was clearly transmitted into the ears of Huang Xiaolong and the Golden Horn.

Huang Xiaolong’s mind swayed and almost lost his mind, but in an instant, the jade moon snails bloomed with silver moon light, and Huang Xiaolong’s mind recovered. Even so, Huang Xiaolong was a cold sweat.

The Golden Horn Mavericks did not lose speed, still carrying Huang Xiaolong to drill deep into the depths of the Demon Hill. Obviously, the power of the magic sound of Lin Bi had no effect on it.

"Kid, your uncle eats more rice than you eat. You don't give your grandfather a lesson." The Golden Horn Mavericks cast a secret, and the voice retorted: "When your uncle breaks through the ancestors, you are killed." Oh."

How much more do you eat than a fart? !

Huang Xiaolong couldn't help but laugh.

Later, Lin Bi was mad at the madness. Two small ancient gods were chased by themselves. They even had a mood and dared to laugh at themselves.

It’s **** it!

Lin Bi suddenly burst into a full-scale sword, and the speed accelerated again, and he tried his best to move the space.

Finally, two minutes later, he saw the shadow of Huang Xiaolong and the Golden Horn Mavericks.

"Death!" Lin Bi's eyes were fierce and fierce, and there was a long sword in his hand. The sword slammed out, and a sword smashed the smoldering gas and smashed behind Huang Xiaolong.

This sword is enough to break the ancient tenth-order late peak power.

Huang Xiaolong sensed the breath of death, his face changed dramatically, and he couldn’t care for the other. His body shape shook, the dragon smashed the sky, and the dragon wave rolled, changing the body of the Taikoo dragon.

The three most supreme gods were madly motivated, and the huge dragon's palm suddenly shot backwards. At the same time, the Taikoo dragon shook and tried to avoid the swordsman power.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

Swordsman shot, the stunned swordsman shot above the surrounding mountains, the mountains were instantly penetrated, leaving a scary sword hole above the mountain.

The body of Huang Xiaolong’s Taikoo Shenlong flew out, and the scales of the two palms were bursting, and the blood flow was like a note.

Although it has changed into the body of the Taikoo Shenlong, but Huang Xiaolong is only in the middle of the sixth phase of the ancient gods, the gap between the strong and the ancestral gods is too great.

The Golden Horn Mavericks swayed and held the Huang Xiaolong, who was flying backwards, and went with the Huang Xiaolong Thunder.

"Hmm?!" Lin Bi was surprised that Huang Xiaolong suddenly turned into a Taikoo Shenlong, and even more shocked Huang Xiaolong could take a sword and not die! (To be continued)