Chapter 1270: The ancestral **** is coming

Huang Xiaolong did not look at the big knife and strong man. He turned his head and looked at some of the sects who had rushed to him around him.
The sect of the sects who had rushed over to Huang Xiaolong saw the head of the big knife who suddenly fell. The man’s round eyes seemed to die even if he died. He could not help but stop.
Some disciples are sweating on the back.
This big knife is a strong man, and many of them are recognized.
The other party is a ghost knife disciple, called Liu Jin, is the ancient strong eighth-order early strong, and natural special body, the body defense is very strong, but now, but Huang Xiaolong broke the sword!
What is the strength of Huang Xiaolong?
Huang Xiaolong is definitely not as simple as the sixth-order middle age of the ancient gods.
In the distance, Shi Long saw Huang Xiaolong's sword and broke the head of the ghost knife disciple Liu Jin. The heart was slightly surprised and indifferent: "It seems that this kid is really a bit strong, no wonder I will continue to collect after we arrive. These black spar."
Chen Jianfeng smiled and said: "He has this strength, and he has to deal with the small disciples who are weak in strength. In front of you, Sir Shilong, I see one or two tricks."
What he meant was that Huang Xiaolong could only support one or two strokes in front of Shi Long.
Shi Long nodded: "Attention to the kid, don't let him escape."
Chen Jianfeng said: "The brothers are relieved."
After Huang Xiaolong smashed the head of the ghost knife disciple Liu Jin, he shocked other disciples and continued to work hard to collect these phantom spars.
These phantom spans are naturally bigger and better.
Therefore, small, Huang Xiaolong directly ignores it, and is a big one.
Huang Xiaolong flew over a few tens of meters away from the front of a phantom crystal spar, but at this time, a disciple of the eighth-order mid-peak peak of the short-winged door also came to this phantom spar, obviously this A short-sword disciple will also charge this phantom spar.
The short-sword disciple saw Huang Xiaolong, a glimpse, and then coldly said: "Is you rolling. Or do I start? But before I start, I remind you, I am not the ghost knife disciple Liu Jin."
Huang Xiaolong does not care: "I reminded you before I started. You are better off rolling yourself now."
The short-edged disciple was angry, and the short blade in his hand slammed out and instantly smothered Huang Xiaolong.
The short-edged blade is heavy and heavy, and it is the wave of the short-edged door.
at this time. Huang Xiaolong suddenly raised his hand, and his right hand and stretched out, then he passed through the heavy knife wave, and even caught the short blade in the other hand.
Everyone stays.
Huang Xiaolong's eyes are cold, and the two points are pressed before the stroke. The short blade is inserted into the middle of the other's neck, and the neck is penetrated. Then, Huang Xiaolong's finger is shot, and the short blade is turned. The short-edged disciple fell to the ground.
died!
The surroundings seemed to be silent.
Some of the short-edged gates that are collecting the phantom magnets, Jin Fenglou, and other disciples of various disciples stopped and stayed, and some were unbelievable.
Although I was shocked by the strength of Huang Xiaolong, but everyone could not believe that Huang Xiaolong even dared to kill the disciples of the short-edged door!
After Shi Longyi stayed, the eyes of the thunder suddenly rushed out, and his body flashed, and he fell to the body of the short-edged disciple.
Looked at the short-sword disciple. Shi Long turned his head and stared at Huang Xiaolong coldly: "I originally wanted you to live an extra hour, now. You give me death!" The two palms were immediately taken to Huang Xiaolong.
Countless thunders are pouring out.
Its whole body, thunder and light.
"The short-edged door does not pass the secret, Daqian Leizhang!" Jin Fenglou Zhang Yadong saw the shape, his face dignified.
A few days ago, it was reported that Shilong’s cultivation became a Thousand Thunder, and he did not believe it. Now I saw it with my own eyes, I didn’t expect Shi Longzhen to cultivate!
Originally, he was between the strength and Shi Longbo, but the cultivation became Shilong of the Thousand Thunder, and the strength must be above him.
"It seems that the kid is going to suffer!" A disciple of Jin Fenglou behind Zhang Yadong said, referring to Huang Xiaolong.
Zhang Yadong nodded: "Da Qianlei is the secret of the short-edged door, and the power is shocking." Suddenly, he stopped his mouth and saw Huang Xiaolong raise his hand and punched all the thunder of the Thousand Thunder. I was shocked by Huang Xiaolong and retreated. I have been withdrawing for dozens of meters.
This result makes Zhang Yadong and other Jin Fenglou disciples dumbfounded.
Chen Jianfeng and other short-edged disciples are even more shocked.
Previously, those with the knives and disciples Liu Jin regarded Huang Xiaolong as a soft persimmon, and some of the sects who wanted to rob the Huang Xiaolong of the phantom of the sorcerer were even more eager to jump.
After Huang Xiaolong slammed Shilong with a fist, he ignored the people who were shocked. The three most supreme gods pushed and turned and collected the phantom spar into the ghost ring.
"Fifty and three."
Huang Xiaolong said in his heart.
Before and after, he collected a total of fifty-three.
If you add the Golden Horn calf, there are about a hundred or so.
These more than one hundred phantoms are enough for him to refine his artifacts and temper.
And Shi Long was shaken back by Huang Xiaolong, his face was red and purple, his eyes were killing people, such as the peerless beast staring at Huang Xiaolong, his body thunder like a water grass grows wildly.
"Da Qianlei, Wan Lei vortex!"
His palms thundered and he once again madly shot to Huang Xiaolong.
I saw a huge vortex formed by lightning, and the lightning flashed at high altitude. One by one, the thunder rolled down into the vortex, and the vortex rose. In an instant, hundreds of thunders rolled into the vortex.
This Thunderbolt is the strongest move of the Thousand Thunder, and it absorbs the power of Thunder and destroys the earth. However, with Shilong’s current strength, it can only absorb up to five or six hundred Thunder, of course, five or six. A hundred Thunderstorms gathered together, and the power was extremely terrifying.
Wan Lei vortex instantly came to the top of Huang Xiaolong, and in the middle of the rotation, he swallowed it down to Huang Xiaolong.
When Huang Xiaolong’s eyes were cold, he was about to shoot. Suddenly, the golden horned calf’s mouth was a sneeze, and countless purple slings rolled, and the volcanic whirlpool slammed the without leaving a trace.
Immediately, the Golden Horn calf's buttocks turned, and the oxtail was swept away, and a thunder whip formed by a purple thunder was drawn to Shilong.
Shi Long was shocked and his hands slammed, but he found that his big Thunder Palm couldn’t stop the purple thunder whip. Seeing that the purple thunder whip was in front of him, he was scared to display the ancient secret method. Hiding, this can only hide from the past.
Purple Lei Lei whip in the place where he had previously stood, hehe! The entire mountain swayed violently, and a huge crack of hundreds of miles appeared.
Everyone’s heart jumped wildly and looked at the Golden Horn calf.
Suddenly, Huang Xiaolong and the Golden Horn Mavericks looked at the distance at the same time, their eyes were condensed, this breath! It is the ancestral powerhouse! There are ancestral powerhouses coming! (To be continued.)