Invincible Conqueror

When the fighting Jinpao party saw the five Jinpao youths who had arrived, their expressions were all shaken.

"Junior Brother Chen!"

"Brother Liang!"

The five young men in golden robes rushed into the fight.

The two sides who had been fighting indiscriminately and indiscriminately were originally joined by the five young men in golden robes who rushed there. Suddenly, the yellow robe of the poisonous scorpion was disadvantaged.

If this continues, less than an hour, the yellow robe of the poisonous scorpion will lose.

However, Huang Xiaolong's eyes noticed the scarlet grass on a mountain wall in front of the valley.

The little grass is red all over and emits a faint flame. On the head of the little grass, there is a very unique little flame fruit.

Xuanmu Zhengyang Grass!

Huang Xiaolong's face was happy.

It seems that the two sides are fighting because of this Xuanmu Zhengyang grass.

Unexpectedly, during this trip to the Xutian God plane, he would encounter the Mystic Mother Zhengyang Grass who had been searching for many years.

However, when Huang Xiaolong was about to take the mysterious mother Zhengyang grass, suddenly, a voice broke through the air in the distance, and he saw a tall young man in a black armor flying here, and he came in the blink of an eye. To the top of the valley.

On the young black armor, there is a conspicuous golden phoenix pattern.

Both sides of the fight saw the youth dressed up, and their faces changed.

"Jinfeng Tower!" someone blurted out in surprise.

The black armor youth did not pay attention to everyone. Instead, he looked at the Xuanmu Zhengyang grass. After seeing the Xuanmu Zhengyang grass, his face smiled: "Haha, it really is the Xuanmu Zhengyang grass. Thousands of years, I didn't expect it to be here!" After speaking, he had to collect the Xuanmu Zhengyang Grass.

"Senior, this Xuanmu Zhengyang grass was first discovered by our poisonous scorpion sect." A young man from the yellow robe and poisonous scorpion side said anxiously: "Senior, please watch our poisonous scorpion sect and Jinfeng Tower have a good relationship. Come on, help us one or two, as long as we get the Xuanmu Zhengyang grass, we must thank seniors again!"

Hearing the words, the Mexican youth laughed: "Help you one or two? Your poisonous scorpion sect is just a slave of our Jinfeng Tower. Is your little poisonous scorpion sect worthy of our Jinfeng Tower?" Speaking of this, with one hand, he took the Xuanmu Zhengyang grass into his hand.

Looking at the mysterious mother Zhengyang grass in his hand, the ink armor youth took a closer look, and the more he looked at it, the happier he was, and he put it into the space ring after a while.

"Let's talk, how do you want to die?" Then, he turned his head and said to the disciples of the Poisonous Scorpion Sect and the Jin Lei Sect.

The poisonous scorpion sect and Jin Lei taught their disciples all face horror.

"Senior, you!" The Poisonous Scorpion Sect disciple's face changed drastically, his eyes were angry, and he didn't expect that the other party would even kill them.

"Since your Poisonous Scorpion Sect is a slave of our Jinfeng Tower, I will leave you all the corpses." The ink armor youth didn't seem to see the anger in the eyes of the Poisonous Scorpion Sect disciple, and slowly drew out the long sword in his hand.

The sword is jet black, and there is no luster in the hot sun.

All the light around was around the sword body, as if all had disappeared.

With a wave of the black sword of the ink armored youth, he saw several sword lights flashing by, and all the disciples of the poisonous scorpion sect fell down, their faces were astonished, lying on the ground without any movement.

died!

With one move, kill eight disciples of the poisonous scorpion sect in the middle and late stages of the seventh-order ancient god.

What surprised Huang Xiaolong was not the opponent's strength, but the opponent's swordsmanship.

The opponent's swordsmanship had reached the realm of the unity of humans and swords, as he thought, caused by sword aura, it was completely natural, and it was so fast that Huang Xiaolong could only capture the afterimage.

When the disciples of Jin Lei saw that the poisonous scorpion sect disciple was killed with one move, all their faces were pale, and they fled in fear.

However, as soon as a few people got up, they fell down from mid-air, and the bodies were torn apart into countless knots, piled up in a mess, and could not tell which one belonged to whose.

The ink-armored youth had a cold expression on his face. He came to a few people and put away all the space rings of them. After opening them, they looked satisfied. These dozens of people were all core disciples of the Poisonous Scorpion Sect and the Golden Thunder Sect. Inside the space ring Lots of things.

But when he turned to leave, suddenly, his face was startled, his sword tightened, and there was a black-haired young man standing in front of him.

When did this black-haired young man come, he didn't notice it?

When he saw the face of the black-haired young man, his face was startled, somewhat surprised: "Are you Huang Xiaolong?!"

Huang Xiaolong was surprised to hear that the other party recognized himself. Before he left the god plane of Vientiane, he had learned some about the superpowers on the god plane of Xuantian and Qingling, and he knew that Jinfeng Tower was the god of virtual sky. One of the super forces in the face, since the opponent is a disciple of the Jinfeng Tower, how did he know himself?

Huang Xiaolong didn't think that his reputation had reached the plane of Xutian God.

"I didn't expect to meet you here." The ink armor youth suddenly smiled: "It's really a surprise." Speaking of this, it is as if the hunter has seen the prey, his eyes are fixed on Huang Xiaolong, with the blood and killing intent: "Are you weird, how would I know you?"

"Not bad." Huang Xiaolong is indeed curious, and the blood-devouring intent in the opponent's eyes makes him even more strange. Can he have no hatred with the other party before?

"My name is Cao Leng." The Ink Armored youth said coldly: "Hundreds of years ago, Big Brother Wang Wei saved us, and our lives belonged to Big Brother Wang Wei."

Wang Wei!

Huang Xiaolong narrowed his eyes.

It turned out to be Wang Wei.

Wang Wei must have known that when he went to the plane of the Azure Spirit, he would inevitably pass through the plane of the god of the sky, so he asked Cao Leng and others to wait for him on the plane of the god of the sky and solve himself?

It seems that Wang Wei, Zhu Feng and others can't bear it anymore. Huang Xiaolong sneered in his heart. Wang Wei and others were so anxious to get rid of themselves because they defeated Wan Gu Ziyi and showed their amazing talents, threatening him. status?

"It turned out to be Wang Wei." Huang Xiaolong looked at each other calmly.

"Huang Xiaolong, take it to death!" The black-clad youth Cao Leng's voice fell. Suddenly, a sword light burst into the air and pierced Huang Xiaolong's eyebrows, so fast that people couldn't even think of it.

However, Huang Xiaolong had been prepared for a long time, and a blade of light flashed, blocking the sword light three feet from the center of his eyebrows.

In Huang Xiaolong's hand, a long knife appeared at some point. The long knife was flickering with cold light, and the knife's energy was pressing. The blade was flowing with three kinds of light: green, green and red.

It was the Chaos Middle Grade Spirit Tool, the Three Kings Saber, awarded the first prize in the Battle of the Four Continents.

Cao Leng was surprised and surprised to see Huang Xiaolong blocking his sword. Wang Wei told them that Huang Xiaolong was at most the late fourth stage of the ancient god.

Now, an ancient god's fourth-order late stage actually blocked his sword energy?You know, he is an early powerhouse of Ancient God's Ninth Stage.

Just when Cao Leng was surprised and surprised, Huang Xiaolong's figure flashed, and the Three Kings Sword in his hand buzzed, and he slashed down with a sharp knife. The huge sword burst through the air, and the sword waves were heavy.

Cao Leng was so frightened that the long sword in his hand swung out, bringing up the boundless sword curtain wave after wave like a huge wave.