Invincible Conqueror

The ancestors of the Jinchao tribe and others, even the ancestors of the prison gate and the ancestors of the Guituo tribe looked at the old man.

Although the prison gate ancestors, the strength of the ancestors of the Gui Tuo tribe is not weaker than that of Liao Lao, but due to the relationship between Liao Lao and the Yin Mo King, everyone is still dominated by Liao Lao.

Liao Lao suddenly turned his head and said, "Who do you think will win this battle?"

It refers to the battle between Huang Xiaolong and Duanfeng, the king of Yin Borer.

Everyone was startled, surprised, and didn't expect the old man to ask this suddenly.

However, everyone returned their gazes to the three of Huang Xiaolong, Duanfeng, and Yinbo King who were fighting.

Who will win?Everyone’s eyes were startled and suspicious, and no one spoke. If it had been before, everyone would have determined that it was Dead Wind, the King of Yin Borer, but now everyone is vacillating, especially in the case of Dead Wind, where the King of Yin Borer has joined forces several times. After being unable to seriously hurt Huang Xiaolong, everyone's confidence was shaken.

"Maybe, it's time to go back." Liao Lao suddenly sighed, with a sense of heroic twilight, as if he was cherishing something.

"Go back?" Yuan Baifei was stunned, where to go back?

Although he doesn't know where Liao Lao is going back, but Liao Lao doesn't seem to be very optimistic about Duofeng and Yinbo King?

Yuan Baifei and the ancestors of the Jinchao tribe thought of this, and their hearts were shocked.

Although everyone was shocked by Huang Xiaolong's strength just now, they didn't think that if Huang Xiaolong won this battle, what would happen to them?In other words, they haven't thought about this issue yet.

If the wind breaks, the two kings of the Yin moth are truly defeated!that!The ancestors of the Jinchao tribe couldn't help but feel panic. They remembered that Huang Xiaolong had reminded them about the fate of the demon Meizu and the Jinchan tribe!

At that time, are they afraid to want it too?!

"It's okay! Master Duanfeng and Master Yinbo have swept the invincible, how could the two ancestors high-ranking be unable to clean up a seven-layered Huang Xiaolong in the Holy Realm!" said the ancestor of the Phoenix Conch Clan, "Huang Xiaolong should have used some kind of forbidden technique before. Only after withstanding the attacks of the two adults, Huang Xiaolong will undoubtedly be defeated when this forbidden time has passed!"

The words of the ancestor of the Phoenix Conch Clan gave everyone a glimmer of hope and confession.

"Yes, soon, Huang Xiaolong will be killed by two adults!" The ancestor of the Jin Chao tribe laughed.

It's just this smile, a little forced.

I saw that Duanfeng and Yinbo Wang, who had the upper hand at the beginning, gradually became equal to Huang Xiaolong over time. Not only did Huang Xiaolong not be suppressed by Duanfeng, but Yinbo Wang was suppressed by the two. On the contrary, he became more courageous in the war. The power of the avenue is endless.

In the Jinchao tribe, the ancestors of the Phoenix snail tribe and others looked more and more ugly, and the Duanfeng and Yin Borer gradually fell into the wind. Fortunately, the Yin Borer was somewhat stretched under Huang Xiaolong’s attack. Huang Xiaolong always With a single blow, the Yin Borer King can be forced back and retreat in a panic.

The ancestor of the Phoenix Conch clan said that Huang Xiaolong used a forbidden technique, but this forbidden technique made Huang Xiaolong more and more brave?Is it not over yet?

Yuan Baifei, the prison gate ancestors and others have completely forgotten Mo Zhi, Long Shengtian and others.

"We, retreat?" Suddenly, the ancestor of the Fengluo clan hesitated.

"Go back? Where do you go? Where do you go?" The ancestor of the Jin Chao tribe said with a wry smile.

At this time, he had endless regrets in his heart.

Once the Yinbo King and Duanfeng are defeated, Huang Xiaolong will surely rule the boundary river, the foreign land, and even the holy realm. Where can they retreat?

The world is so big that there is nowhere for them to hide.

After another hour, suddenly, Liao Lao, who had not spoken, turned around and left without hesitation.

Everyone was startled.

"Lao Liao!" Yuan Baifei yelled, panic in his heart.

If even the old man is gone, then he really is!

In a panic, Yuan Baifei chased after Xiang Yanlao.

"Don't follow me!" Suddenly, Liao turned his head, his eyes indifferent and ruthless: "In the future, we will go our own way, and there will be nothing to do."

Yuan Baifei's face was gray, and he wanted to talk about the relationship between him and Liao Lao's previous allies, but seeing the cold murderous intent in Liao Lao's eyes, he couldn't help but feel cold.

Liao Lao Po Kong left.

The ancestor of the prison gate, the ancestor of the Gui Tuo clan watched the old figure disappear gradually, and the two of them looked at each other and both left through the air.

There are hundreds of faults left, the ancestors of the Jinchao tribe, the ancestors of the Fengluo tribe and others stood there, looking at a loss, panicked.

"Damn it!" The Yin Borer King, who had been driven into embarrassment by Huang Xiaolong, couldn't help but angrily said when the three of them, the ancestor of the prison gate, and the ancestor of Gui Tuo had left.

Duanfeng's face was naturally not pretty.

Suddenly, the blade of Huang Xiaolong's firmament struck, and Broken Wind raised his sword and swung it out. The two of them collided and retreated.

"You, it's not the golden dragon bloodline at all!" After retreating, Duan Feng suddenly wondered.

Huang Xiaolong was taken aback, and then said: "I said I was of the golden dragon bloodline?"

Broken Wind, the two kings of Yin Mo were startled, yes, they always believed that Huang Xiaolong was the blood of the Golden Dragon, but Huang Xiaolong had never said that he was the blood of the Golden Dragon.

"Not the blood of the golden dragon?" Yin Mo's king frowned.

Suddenly, Duanfeng's expression changed. He seemed to remember why he felt that Huang Xiaolong, the golden dragon phantom, was a little familiar. It was because of him!

At this moment, suddenly, a blade of light cut through the void and hit Duan Feng face to face. Duan Feng was awakened, and the long sword in his hand struck out and rolled up the endless sword sea. It seemed that his sword was there and the sword sea was endless.

However, Huang Xiaolong's sword light from the sky passed through the endless sword sea and came to the end of the sword sea.

On the side of the broken wind, I could only feel the light in front of my eyes, his face was cold, and he touched it, it was full of blood. Huang Xiaolong’s sword light made a terrifying wound on his face. It can be seen that his bones, if it were not resisted by the previous sword sea And he dodged his face sideways, fearing that Huang Xiaolong cut his half face open just now.

"You!" Duan Feng looked at the blood on his hands, furious, and his boundless killing intent was violent. He came to this world for so many years. It was the first time he was injured by someone, and he was still a holy realm!

When he was full of violent killing intent, he suddenly saw the golden dragon phantom behind Huang Xiaolong, his heart was shocked again, and he woke up. He looked at Huang Xiaolong with fear in his eyes.

Seeing that Duanfeng was injured by Huang Xiaolong, the Yin Moore King was violently killing intent, and suddenly the killing intent disappeared instantly, and then looked at Huang Xiaolong with fear.

This changed, and made the Yin Mo King a little bit astonished.

"Brother Duanfeng, what are you?!" Yin Moore King called.

Duanfeng did not look at him, but looked behind Huang Xiaolong, and said to the Yin Borer King: "Yin Borer, do you think this is the creation blood?!"

Yin Mo Wang didn't react for a while: "What kind of bloodline?" Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he looked at the golden dragon phantom behind Huang Xiaolong, his face changed drastically: "You, you mean?!"

"Isn't it?" he whispered again.

But at the end, his voice was very low.

"If it's true, then us?!" Duan Feng said, his voice trembled.

He had heard the legend about the bloodline of the creation of the Yellow Dragon in the Daoist ancestors of the sacred world of Tuo.