Chapter 2866: He can't be Zhou Hong's opponent.

When Huang Xiaolong’s words came out, everyone on the scene looked at Huang Xiaolong with a look like a fool. They were all there.
Zhou Hong’s sword is not enough for him to scratch? !
Want Zhou Hong to take the shot, don't suppress the realm!
After Zhou Hongyi was a slap in the air, he did not expect that this is in his view, it is the ants who can suppress the realm and can be killed by a sword, so that he does not suppress the realm!
Say what his sword is, not enough for him to scratch!
This is simply contempt for contempt!
No, it is ignoring!
Ignore his Zhou Hong!
Zhou Hong’s eyes are cold and sullen, and his eyes are sneer, his eyes are killing and violent:
Boy, if you can get a sword from the beginning of my first ancestor, you can be proud of yourself. If you can’t take my sword, you I will be separated by my sword and swords, and even the soul will be twisted into countless pieces by my sword!"
Speaking of this, it seems that Zhou Hong’s body is full of anger and anger, and his whole body is stunned, and a sword is rising.
These swords punctured the sky above Baiyucheng, and Jianmang swayed all corners of Baiyucheng. The strong corners of Baiyucheng were almost always raised at the same time.
"Amazing swordsman!"
"It should be a disciple of the Ten Kendo! Who is angered by the disciples of the Ten Kendo!"
Many masters are surprised.
In the attic of a mansion, two beautiful women also saw this amazing sword, and one of the women wearing a moonlight dress is more beautiful and suffocating, and it is enough to make people crazy.
"Miss, this sword is, is it the sword of Zhou Hong of the ten martial arts?!" Standing behind the moonlight robes, the woman in a purple robes opened her mouth.
The woman wearing the moonlight gown nodded: "The dark power of the ink sword in the sword is Zhou Hong undoubtedly, just, I don't know who Zhou Hong and who are fighting!"
Ten kendo kendo geniuses are countless, but if they can enter her eyes, there will be only a few people, and Zhou Hong is counted as one.
The woman in the purple skirt also said: "In the same generation, I can compete with Zhou Hong, I am afraid there are not many."
Moonlight robes women nodded: "Let's check, Zhou Hong is playing against."
The purple skirt woman went away.
The moonlight dress woman looked at the sword of the white feather city, and the eyes flashed. She knew that Zhou Hong was here for what happened. She kissed Qinglian Dao, and she wanted to enter the Qinglian Pond to pick the news of Qinglian. Out, Zhou Hong and other countless geniuses are coming for her.
unfortunately!
Zhou Hong talent is good, but it is far from meeting her heart.
Moreover, Zhou Hong is proud of people, and she is even less happy with this personality.
At that time, she and Yinyue, the two women of the wind and the moon vowed to be a Taoist with the eleven high-level holy lives, in order to put an end to the pursuit of countless Taoist countless disciples.
The three women, each of them, caused countless geniuses to come, they were simply stunned, so they vowed that the Taoist must be eleven high-ranking sacred or above.
I just didn't expect that after they made an oath, the countless disciples of those holy places still did not give up, and they continued to pursue them madly as always.
Because these disciples have determined that there are no eleven high-level sacred or above geniuses in the world, so Zhou Hong and other talents do not give up, still feel hopeful.
"In the world, maybe there are really no eleven high-ranking people." She shook her head and thought.
After all, even Huang Shuai, the son of the creation, has only ten high-ranking sacred lives. Whose talent in the world can be higher than Huang Shuai, the son of the founding world?
Such a person cannot exist at all.
......
Zhou Hongchong entered the nine-day Jianqi, constantly gathering, constantly stirring the sky, the wind and cloud discolored, I saw the entire white feather city over the sky, there was a huge vortex.
"Ink sword, spin the sky!"
Zhou Hong’s face was cold and cold, and the sound was heard in the white feather city.
As the selected person of the ink sword, he realized the sword of the ink sword and realized the ten styles. Every style is earth-shattering.
Rotating Scorpio, the first type.
"dead!"
Zhou Hong’s horror sword slammed down.
Everyone suddenly saw that the sword was so confusing that the sun was shining, the horrible swordsmanship, and the airflow around the space, such as the vortex, generally opened.
The audience around the audience did not panic, and they called for the defense of the Taoist or the sacred devices.
The horror sword gas came to the top of Huang Xiaotou.
When the horrible sword slammed to the top of the head, Huang Xiaolong’s eyelids stunned. He raised his finger a little like a bubble, and he was a little angry with the sword.
Around the ancestors of the Holy Land, the nine-year-old veteran saw Huang Xiaolong so big that he couldn’t help but sneer: "This kid’s daring is to use Zhou Hong’s sword as a bubble? I really don’t know how to live!

"Wait, he is not dead or disabled!"
He seems to have seen the tragic end of Huang Xiaolong.
"collapse!"
At this moment, Huang Xiaolong pointed to Zhou Hongjian's anger, only to see Zhou Hong's horrible swords, like fireworks, the sword flowers bloomed when they burst open, and they were very beautiful, and then disappeared invisibly and disappeared completely.
The ancestor of the Holy Land, the nine-year-old veteran Zhangkou, stopped there, his eyes wide and round, and all the masters around him were stunned. At this time, Huang Xiaolong slammed Zhou Hongjian and continued to attack Zhou Hong.
Zhou Hong’s face changed greatly, and he wanted to hide. He found that he could not hide!
He panicked his hand and slammed it out.
"Ink sword, 劈天式!"
A sword is drawn, and the void is split, like a heaven.
But useless!
Huang Xiaolong pointed to force and still shattered it. In an instant, Zhou Hong was bombarded. Zhou Hong’s whole person was like a super-thunder, and he even flew backwards. He did not know how many buildings he wore and then buried them in the ruins of the building.
The scene was silent.
Everyone is like a statue. Zhou Hong, who is buried in the ruins, can't return to God for a long time. For a long time, no one has snorted, including the younger brother of Shi Jiandao, who is surnamed Chen, and the younger brother of Lin.
In the silence, the ruins exploded, and Zhou Hong stood up from the ruins. His face was full of anger, his face was full of sorrow, his face was shameful, his face was unbelievable.
At this time, in some of the mantle lofts, the purple apron woman will hear the news to the moonlight dress woman, and the moonlight dress woman is not surprised: "Zhou Hong was blown by the other side? Is it just the beginning of the five ancestors?"
The purple apron woman nodded: "Yes, miss, but when fighting, Zhou Hong suppressed the realm in the early days of the first five ancestors."
"It turned out to be the case, but even then, it is amazing to be able to fly Zhou Hong with one finger." The moon-colored dress woman asked: "Who knows who is fighting Zhou Hong?"
In the same realm, she will be able to fly Zhou Hongyi. She is still somewhat curious. In the same situation, there are not many younger generations who can beat Zhou Hong.
The woman in the purple Luo skirt shook her head: "I still can't find it. However, there are two followers around him. One of them should be the pro-disciple of the former deputy master of the Dragon Fish Road, and the other is called the Dragon Sword, another. It seems to be a person who has broken his home in Wuzu."
Speaking of this, the purple woman in the skirt said: "Although the other party can hit Zhou Hong with one finger, but it is also because Zhou Hong cares, otherwise, even if Zhou Hong will suppress the realm in the early days of the first ancestor, he can not be Zhou. Hong opponent."