Invincible Conqueror

The holy devil's face is hot, if the wing is not there, it will be, but he just said that he is self-proclaimed, winged, green, and so on.

The holy demon did not dare to look at the wing, he looked at Huang Xiaolong with his eyes, and he said: "I just said that if you have seven, eight high-level holy lives, you will be self-satisfied, but you can't say that you have seven." ”

"What I mean is that if you have eight high-level sacred lives, I will blame myself, but you understand what I am wrong."

Wings and small brows wrinkled, although did not say anything, but looked at the holy demon, the eyes flashed a trace of disgust.

The holy demon is clear that it is lazy.

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Huang Xiaolong looked at the holy demon and smiled coldly: "What are the eight high-order holy lives?"

The face of the holy demon is red, and his eyes are staring at Huang Xiaolong: "Yes, if you have eight high-level sacred lives, I will blame!" He does not believe that Huang Xiaolong will have eight high-level sacred lives.

Even if some of the avenues are less taught, some do not have eight high-level sacred lives. They do not believe in the small caves such as the sacred caves, the small holy places like the sacred places, and the little sacred names like Huang Xiaolong. There will be eight high-level sacred lives.

However, just as the sound of the Holy Devil just fell, suddenly, Huang Xiaolong's body again shook with light. Under the shocked eyes of Shengzizi, Yixiao, Zhu Xi and others, a high-order sacred life flew again.

"The eighth, the high-order sacred life!"

Someone lost their voice.

It is the voice of the green.

Wing Xiaoyan looked at the eighth high-order sacred life that flew out of Huang Xiaolong's body. He only felt that the eyes had a sense of dizziness and lost consciousness for a long time.

She was dull, only the eighth high-ranking sacred in her eyes, and the voice of heaven and earth seemed to calm down.

"Eight, eight!"

The enchanting enchanting!

The Holy Magic Cave Day, there is such a enchanting existence?

The Holy Devil is like being smashed by a giant thunder. The whole person is pale and ghostly, and he seems to be drained.

"You are self-proclaimed." Huang Xiaolong indifferent.

If the sacred demon is unheard of, he will stare at the top eight high-end sacred tops of Huang Xiaolong.

Actually, it is really eight high-level!

Moreover, each one is more perfect and higher quality than his holy life.

Huang Xiaolong saw it and sneered.

Suddenly, the holy devil ran wildly at Huang Xiaolong, suddenly smashed and flew up, and the holy magic sword in his hand slammed down to Huang Xiaolong.

"Death, give me to die!"

"If you have eight high-level sacred things, you are just a holy place, you are in my eyes, the same ants!"

"You are the ants!"

The holy demon is full of killings and screams.

The sacred swords and swords are rolling, and the horrible swordsman will open the top of the yellow faucet.

Huang Xiaolong sneered, and the sword of the mixed yuan was summoned, and the sword of the mixed yuan shot the amazing power of the mixed yuan. During the wave of Huang Xiaolong’s swing, the power of the entire mixed-yuan Dongfu’s large-scale array seemed to be drive.

I saw the sword of the mixed sword, and instantly smashed the sacred sword. Then, the mixed swordsmang flashed through the void, only listening to the scream of the holy demon, and flew out.

When the holy demon fell to the ground, there was a horrible sword hole in his chest.

The mouth of the holy devil spurted blood. He touched the chest of his chest and looked at the blood in his hand in shock.

He actually? !

He looked at Huang Xiaolong with great anger and his face was shocked.

Wing Xiaoyan, the masters of the Holy Devils are equally astonished.

At this time, the strong men of the six-member Yangjia and the Yuanyuan Dongfu who had come to see the scene just scared to stop and looked shocked.

Yang Jia people looked at the fallen demon of the devil, looked at Huang Xiaolong holding the sword of the mixed yuan, watching the holy life above the top of Huang Xiaolong.

"Eight, eight high-order sacred lives!" Yang Jia throat itch.

Suddenly, the holy demon was supported by Zhu Xi and others, and he stood up. He looked at Huang Xiaolong with horror and anger. He looked at the sword of the dragon in the hand of Huang Xiaolong: "This is the sword of the mixed yuan!" : "The sect of the sect of the sect of the Yuan dynasty! It seems that this sword of the mixed yuan is the key to control the large circle of the mixed yuan Dongfu!"

Just now, Huang Xiaolong waved the sword of the mixed yuan and used the power of the big circle. Can he not see it?

At this time, he turned his head and turned to the powerful people who came over in the distance: "Everyone killed him. He is the sword of the mixed yuan. He is the Dao Zunjie of the mixed Yuan Dao, as long as he has his hand. On the sword of the mixed yuan, you can control the large array of mixed elements, you can open the treasure of the mixed yuan Dongfu!"

"Kill him, we split the treasure of the treasure pool!"

The voice of the holy demon, so that the strong people of the Holy Land could not help but feel the heart, and all of them were greedily and greedily looking at the sword of Huang Xiaolong’s hand.

Just, no one came forward.

Just now, Huang Xiaolong hit the scene of the holy demon. Everyone saw it. Even the holy devil could not stop Huang Xiaolong’s sword, let alone them?

"Don't be afraid!" The holy demon saw that everyone was scrupulous and called: "He just used the power of the big squad. I was hurt by him for a moment. He is a little holy place, certainly not much. The second time, I’m urging the big circle, and my holy demon guarantees to everyone that whoever wins the sword of the mixed yuan will be able to score more than one treasure of the road!”

Just as the sound of the Holy Devil fell, suddenly, behind Huang Xiaolong, a holy landlord appeared, suddenly banged to Huang Xiaolong, laughing: "Boy, you want to have a sword of the mixed yuan, you will have a mixed yuan The sword is handed over! Dead!"

The sacred landlord is not the sacred cave, but the sacred place of the Holy Land around the sacred cave. The sacred place is in the dark night, and it is also the top ten holy land. Strong, is the existence of the peak of the ancestors of the late nine, although not more than the holy devil, but it is not much worse.

Seeing the death of the door to the Huang Xiaolong shot, the other great sacred masters who had been watching in the distance could not help but to kill Huang Xiaolong, rushing to fear, was afraid of being robbed by the slain doorkeeper.

Looking at the thousands of ancestors who came up, Huang Xiaolong's eyes were cold and the whole body was violently violent. Since you are looking for death, you can't blame me!

Huang Xiaolong didn't look at it, and the sword of the mixed yuan in his hand reversed, and he stabbed backwards. He saw that the sword of the mixed yuan instantly plunged from the forehead of the dead door, just like the tofu, from his back. Out.

The masters of the great holy places rushing to the front of Huang Xiaolong saw his face change, and he could not help but stop.

Huang Xiaolong's face is cold, and the sword of the mixed yuan in his hand is facing everything. He directly cuts the head of the slain door. Then, the sword of the mixed yuan moves forward, and it will rush to the front of a holy place to cut off the waist.

These sacred masters are all high-ranking ancestors, but their defensive avenues are in front of the Sword of the Mixer, and there is no difference between them and the tofu.

Huang Xiaolong burst into the air, his body swayed, every time he swayed, the sword of the mixed yuan in his hand was smashed, and every time the sword of the squadron bloomed, one or several sacred masters fell to the ground.