Chapter 511: Nail soul needle

In the instant of being stabbed by the other side, Huang Xiaolong only felt a sharp pain in his heart!
This kind of severe pain feeling has not been there for a long time since Huang Xiaolong owned the body of Yuanlong.
Huang Xiaolong's hands slammed his fingers, and the broken soul said that he was whistling out, pointing to the other side's eyebrows, and the slain son Su Tang took a retreat, his body shape flickered, and escaped Huang Xiaolong's broken soul.
Huang Xiaolong looked at the heart, only to see the heart, blood out, the blood turned out to be some red gold, it seems that the blood in Huang Xiaolong is ancient dragon blood.
The slain son Su Tang took the sword and retired, but he looked at Huang Xiaolong with a shocked look: "You, actually, nothing?!"
Although the Devil Sword really did smack the heart of Huang Xiaolong, and it bleeds, but he knows clearly that the sword just broke Huang Xiaolong's flesh and did not pierce the heart of Huang Xiaolong.
Huang Xiaolong was only hurt by the flesh!
In the moment of stabbing Huang Xiaolong's heart, his hand holding the sword was shaken.
"How is this possible?!" he stunned.
His lore sword, but the quasi-artifact, is the chance that he happened to be in an ancient place several decades ago. With his current strength, he can fight with the demons and kill the sword. Even if he is half-step, he can also be the body of the gods. It is easy to break open and cut its heart.
But now? !
Doesn't that mean that Huang Xiaolong's body is already horrible to the demigod of the strongest in the early days of the gods? !
At this time, he saw that he had stabbed Huang Xiaolong's heart wound and he had completely healed.
The temple’s elder elder Mo Jie saw that Huang Xiaolong was attacked by the devil’s son, Su Tang’s heart, and it’s okay, and his eyes are hard to conceal his heart.
He knows the strength of the son of Su Tang, even if he is stabbed, he will be seriously injured.
Huang Xiaolong ignored the shock of the two people, and looked coldly at the slain son Su Tang: "Three strokes have passed, now, I am shot!" After that, the figure disappeared instantly.
The murder of the son of Su Tang is not good. Suddenly, countless blades swept the world, some of them turned into heavy rain, and some of them turned into thunder, and some of them turned into blossoming flowers.
Sutang, the only son of the murderer, can only avoid hiding and avoiding.
"There is nowhere to be born!" He snarled and his body flew up. Incorporating with the lore sword, countless swords are fired in all directions, violent, fierce, and killing.
Sword and blade are constantly colliding together.
Huang Xiaolong snorted and shot again. In the hands of Shura's blade, the blade is rotated, and a blood-red eye appears. Then the blade is rotated and turned into countless chains.
Su Tang only felt dizzy in his mind, and when he recovered in an instant, he saw a chain of numerous blades that completely wrapped his space around him.
"The killing sword!" countless swords humming. From its body, it turned into a sword.
At this moment, suddenly, Huang Xiaolong's hands were clawed, and suddenly he made a wave. The Shura ghost claw hit the sword and the sword swayed and ruptured.
The blade chain is wrapped around Su Tang.
A screaming screams. Su Tang fell from the air and saw his whole body. The bones of the stalks were deep and visible, and the whole body seemed to break into countless sections at any time.
"You!" Su Tang looked at Huang Xiaolong and suddenly smiled: "I didn't expect that you could combine the tricks of Shura's swordsmanship and exert them together. The power is so strong! A small martial art world has such a genius. Good I lost, you called Huang Xiaolong, right? To kill, I will not fight back." Speaking of this. The sword stood up and staggered.
Suddenly, Huang Xiaolong was in danger and did not hesitate. The life-threatening space of the life-threatening space was suddenly unfolded. Huang Xiaolong had just disappeared. Numerous black needles passed through where Huang Xiaolong originally stood, and
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sounded, all nailed to the pillar of the pillar. on.
Under the light, these black needles shimmered with green light, apparently highly toxic.
Huang Xiaolong's figure appeared, his face remained unchanged, and he looked coldly at the temple's elders, Mo Jie. The poison needle was just issued by the elders of this temple, Mo Jie.
The temple’s elder elder Mo Jie saw Huang Xiaolong escaped his own poisonous needles, and some accidents, and then sneered:
Huang Xiaolong, who has escaped my poison needle, counts your life, but since you come to our temple headquarters today, don’t want to go back. Now, here will be your place of burial!" After that, the figure flashed, and the whole person turned into a cloud of smoke and dissipated.
When it reappeared, it had already arrived behind Huang Xiaolong, and the double fist suddenly attacked the back of Huang Xiaolong.
Huang Xiaolong turned and shook his fists and hit it with his fists.
"Hey!" Then a loud noise, the punching wave swept, the floor all around burst, the hall was crumbling.
The temple’s elder elder Mo Jie was repulsed by Huang Xiaolong and retired. He withdrew more than 30 meters and began to stand. He only felt his arms numb and shocked. Now he really realized the physical horror of Huang Xiaolong.
He really can't think of a human being, how can he cultivate his body to this extent!
However, he smiled and smiled brilliantly: "Huang Xiaolong, you just got my ten-party magic scorpion poison fist, my ten-party magic scorpion poisonous fist, is to absorb the most poisonous scorpion between heaven and earth, purple scorpion king The poison is cultivated, and there is a poison in the boxing spirit. Only the power of the gods of the gods can lift the poison. You must die now!"
He said this and smugly waved his fists.
I saw that his fists were black and purple, and his fists were rising above his fists, such as a poisonous scorpion.
Around the double fists, the airflow was also poisoned and became black ink, which showed its toxicity.
Huang Xiaolong looked at the double fists, above the double fists, and the black air flow continued to extend toward his heart.
The temple’s elder elder Mo Jie saw it and laughed.
"Yes." Huang Xiaolong sneered, suddenly, a dark red air oozes from the body of Huang Xiaolong, only to see that the black air is instantly incinerated by the dark red air.
"You!" The temple is too elder elder Mo Jie smile is stagnant.
This dark red air is the innate fire of Huang Xiaolong.
Suddenly, the temple’s elder elder Mo Jie’s figure once again turned into smoke, dissipated, and appeared again above the top of Huang Xiaotuan.
"Soul Soul!"
He had countless black needles in his hands, and he was pushed to the top of the yellow faucet from top to bottom.
Huang Xiaolong had precautions. Suddenly, the whole body gave birth to a piece of black scales. The forehead gave birth to two single angles, and a dark red air flow on the body surface.
Huang Xiaolong did not recall the double dragon soul, but activated the body of the Shura blood, and turned out the body of Shura.
Just when the other party's black needle had to break into the top of the yellow faucet, Huang Xiaolong had a two-handed backhand, and the black needle hit the arm of Huang Xiaolong, but was blocked by Huang Xiaolong's hands.
But at this moment, suddenly, a fierce sword was turned into a sly light, and it was swept away, and everything came to Huang Xiaolong’s throat.
"A sword breaks the sky!"
It was the suicide son Su Tang who was seriously injured by Huang Xiaolong.