Chapter 510: Lonely son

The main hall of the temple, with a height of 100 feet and a width of 30 feet, I do not know what material was used for casting. It is dark as ink. In the sunlight, it emits black light. Huang Xiaolong stood ten meters away and felt the chill.
This chill comes from the soul.
Huang Xiaolong’s golden light flashed, the Buddha’s power was smashed, the chill was dissipated, and raising his hand was a punch. The closed door of the shrine’s main hall was shocked and smashed by Huang Xiaolong.
What surprised Huang Xiaolong was that he had suffered a punch from Huang Xiaolong. The main hall of the temple was not damaged, and there were no fists on it.
"Yellow boy, don't have to look at it. The main hall of the temple is cast with the material of the gods. Only the strong people above the gods can destroy it." When Huang Xiaolong was surprised, the sound of the dragon Huang Taiyi sounded.
"The high level of the gods!" Huang Xiaolong was shocked, and then his heart sank.
I did not expect this temple owner to have such materials.
If you use this material to cast the armor and wear it on your body, isn't it? !
The Dragon Emperor seems to know Huang Xiaolong's thoughts and said: "Yellow boy, you don't have to worry, the armor is not so easy to cast. To cast the gods, the first must have the fire of God, the second, the casting of the gods, to understand the gods Rune is only possible. Only on the top of the gods, engraving the runes of the gods, the gods can be shaped, even if some of our ancestors in the star field, there is not necessarily a god."
Shenhuo!
Gods Rune!
Huang Xiaolong stunned, but knowing that the main temple of the temple could not be cast in the sky, Huang Xiaolong’s heart was relieved.
Just when Huang Xiaolong walked into the main hall of the temple, suddenly. In the depths of the main hall, two horrible swords spurred, and instantly came to the face of Huang Xiaolong, two swords stabbed Huang Xiaolong's eyes.
Under the conditional reflection of Huang Xiaolong, raise a hand.
Two swords stabbed the palm of Huang Xiaolong's palm, and "铮" broke.
A horror sounded.
Obviously, Huang Xiaolong was able to block the other side of the sword, the other side was taken aback.
In the depths of the main hall, there was a wave of fluctuations and two people came out.
One is a middle-aged man wearing a temple robes. The eyebrows are very long. However, the robes on his body are different from the elders of the temple, the robes of the elders, and the chest. There is a small picture. The picture is made up of mysterious runes.
And another. It is a handsome young man, wearing a blue star robe and a star robe. The stars gathered, and the interpretation of the Galaxy was superb. The young man’s eyes were slightly feminine, with a sword behind him and an ancient sword!
When the young man came to Huang Xiaolong, Huang Xiaolong felt an invisible sword and force to force himself, and stabbed his soul, seeming to pierce his soul.
This is the sword! Only the swordsmanship that has been cultivated after the sword is practiced to a very high level!
This young man is undoubtedly a kendo master.
It was also the first real kendo master that Huang Xiaolong encountered.
The two came to Huang Xiaolong and stood outside the ten feet. The young man saw Huang Xiaolong with a calm face and was not affected by his own sword. His heart was secretly surprised.
"Mujie brother, I didn't expect you to have such a young master in the martial arts world!" The young man smiled at the middle-aged man in the temple: "It seems that I am not white!" The tone is relaxed, and I have not really put Huang Xiaolong In my heart.
The middle-aged man in the temple smiled and said: "Oh, who doesn't know that you are the genius of our basaltic star, the genius of the vicissitudes of the martial arts, the genius who died under your sword, I don't know much, a tenth-order mid-level peak of the sanctuary, I am afraid that even your three swords will not be able to pick up!" Speaking of this, one refers to Huang Xiaolong: "This kid is called Huang Xiaolong, his master, you should also know, it is my madness."
"Oh, it turned out to be a disciple of my madness." The slain son Su Tang looked at Huang Xiaolong.
Huang Xiaolong looked indifferently at the two.
Xuanwu Xinghe?
The lore?
The middle-aged man in the temple should be the only elder of the temple.
This temple is too elder, just like winning the sky, mysterious, I heard that no one has seen its true face, legendary strength, extremely terrifying.
Huang Xiaolong can see that this temple is too old and elder Mo Jie, the strength has been infinitely close to the gods, is the half-step of the gods peak.
Half-step domain, there are also strong and weak points.
This Mojie is much more powerful than the nine-Yanggu Valley master Chi Jiuyang, and is much higher than the 16 ancient monsters that Huang Xiaolong had previously solved.
As for the slain son Su Tang, the strength is not weaker than Mo Jie.
"Since you are a disciple of my madness, I don't know how to cultivate Shura's swordsmanship." The slain son Su Tang continued: "My lore sword is not easily sheathed, as long as you can get me three tricks, I will let you go."
Huang Xiaolong smiled coldly: "If you can get me three tricks, I won't kill you."
The slain son Su Tangyi looked at Huang Xiaolong and suddenly laughed: "Good, mad! It's like me! You call Huang Xiaolong, I will wait for you to leave the whole body!" When it comes to this, behind him The sword suddenly flew out of the scabbard.
For example, Wan Feng Qing Ming, a squeaking sound, swordsman swaying the world, the horror sword gas straight into the nine days, breaking the clouds.
Zhao Shu, Zhang Wei and others who are thousands of miles away look at the horror of the nine-day scream, and are not shocked.
Even Chi Jiuyang, who is half a step away from the gods, looked at this horrible sword, and his heart suddenly trembled.
"Good horrible sword!" Chi Jiuyang's forehead cold sweat, in front of this sword, he is afraid that even a single move can not be received, will be directly broken into two.
Within the main hall of the temple, suddenly, countless swords instantly smashed in front of Huang Xiaolong, and the sword was invincible, as if the body of the gods could be cut.
Numerous swords passed through the body of Huang Xiaolong, but it was only the shadow of Huang Xiaolong.
The lore of the sword went to the place where Huang Xiaolong originally stood, the horror sword went straight through the ground, and the extremely hard floor of the hall, such as tofu, was cut.
The murderer Su Tang saw Huang Xiaolong escaped his own blow, some accidents, a cold scream, his eyes burst into a silver light, and the sword swayed, and numerous swords shrouded the entire hall.
"The lore!"
Sword gas, pierced every inch of the hall.
Suddenly, at the top of the main hall, the
When
sounds constantly heard, and Huang Xiaolong’s figure appeared. Numerous blades were wrapped in Huang Xiaolong, and the dragons that were formed by the blade were constantly flying, accompanied by the devastating power of lightning to spread to the four sides. Open.
The sword of the lore side dissipated.
"The heart kills the sword!"
The lore of the sword fell back to the hands of Su Tang, the Su Tang, and the Sui Tang went straight to the sword with Huang Xiaolong.
People's hearts, there are demons, there are mourning, this heart kills the sword, kills the magic of the heart.
Su Tang seems to be integrated with the sword in his hand. He is the only one who kills the sword. Wherever he goes, the space is pierced.
Huang Xiaolong only feels a sigh in his heart, and his mind is clear.
Just in the eyes of Huang Xiaolong, Su Tang’s heart-killing sword stabbed Huang Xiaolong’s heart. (To be continued.)