Chapter 72: Huang Xiaolong's Wuhun

After Lu Yu finished, Tian Peng Wu spirit disappeared, the whole body Jin Mang burst, and instantly soul.
After the soul, Lu Yan covered a layer of the same hair with Tianpeng, the eyebrows were golden, and behind the scenes, there were four wings.
Lu Yu's soul, the body's vindictive power surged again, and the momentum went straight to the roof of the temple.
In the instant of soul, the four wings behind Lu Hao, the blue light flashed, and his whole person seemed to disappear from the space.
Huang Xiaolong’s eyes narrowed. He knew that Lu Hao was not really disappearing, but that his body shape was too fast, and it was so fast that people had this visual misunderstanding.
At this moment, the space in front of Huang Xiaolong violently oscillated, and the sound of Xiao Xiaolong was a sigh of relief. This is the scream of enthusiasm and the speed of the whistle.
I couldn’t think too much about it. Huang Xiaolong’s momentary display of the life-threatening technique followed suit, but it was still a step later. After the soul, the Lu’s speed reached a terrible level, and a punch had already hit the chest of Huang Xiaolong.
"Hey!" When it sounded, Huang Xiaolong’s body suddenly trembled, and he stepped back and forth, and he stepped out of the step for more than a dozen steps. He only felt a burst of burning pain in his chest.
This is the first time Huang Xiaolong was injured after coming to this world!
Lu Yi was in a boxing and did not continue to attack. He looked at Huang Xiaolong with a look of surprise. Huang Xiaolong, who directly suffered his fist, actually only stepped back a dozen steps. It seems that he was only injured by the skin. Huang Xiaolong’s physical defense is so strong!
Lu Hao was surprised, and everyone around him was equally astonished.
On the rostrum, King Lu Zhe blinked and looked thoughtful.
As for Li Wei, when I was surprised, my heart was even tighter, and my face was very worried.
"Huang Xiaolong, I said, after I am spiritualized, you can't resist my attack!" At this time, Lu Hao looked at Huang Xiaolong: "How? You are not going to call your Wuhun?"

All around, everyone looked at Huang Xiaolong.
Sun Zhang and Xiong Chu both stared closely at Huang Xiaolong. The two of them wanted to know whether Huang Xiaolong’s Wuhun was the eleventh-level martial art.
Feeling the burning eyes around everyone, Huang Xiaolong looked calmly at Lu Hao and slowly said: "Since you want to know my Wuhun, then I am going to let you see what my Wuhun is. soul!"
After Huang Xiaolong finished, there was a dead silence around him, and everyone was in a tight heart.
Suddenly, the airflow behind Huang Xiaolong suddenly swayed. The black light shrouded the square, and then the black light flashed. A black dragon floated silently behind Huang Xiaolong and overlooked the beings.
A horrible dragon is swept up like a hurricane.
Everyone looked at the black dragon that was suspended behind Huang Xiaolong. He didn’t move, didn’t open his mouth, and even seemed to stop breathing even temporarily.
Whether it is King Lu Zhe, Sun Zhang, Xiong Chu on the rostrum, Xiong Meiqi, Li Wei, and Chen Qiang, who were previously defeated by Huang Xiaolong.
Everyone looked at the thick four claws under the black dragon's belly, and it was like a black iron with a dragon scale, which was full of endless majestic black dragon eyes!
On the stage, Lu Hao also stared at the black dragon with his eyes.
"This is an ancient dragon!"
"The ancient dragon, the real dragon! And the top black dragon among the dragons!"
Suddenly, a college teacher at the audience shivered.
Ancient Dragon!
The top black dragon of the Shenlong family!
Suddenly, the whole hall rang loudly, everyone shouted, everyone was excited, excited, awe, looking at the martial arts that existed in the legend, as if they had the black dragon martial arts, not Huang Xiaolong. But they are!
Ancient Shenlong, even the weakest dragons are also 12-level ordinary Wuhun, and Black Dragon, is the top dragon among the ancient Shenlong family, is the top 12!
Twelve-level top!
On the rostrum, Sun Zhang and Xiong Chu were excited to stand up from the seat, and they couldn’t shake their whole body.

It turned out to be an ancient dragon, black dragon!
Sun Zhangyu was incoherent:
It turned out to be the top 12, the top 12!

Top 12, not the top 11!
The top ten levels are already shocking, so what is the concept of the top 12? ! When Xiong Chuyi thought about the achievements that Huang Xiaolong might achieve in the future, his lips were trembling as if he had eaten a hundred pounds of pepper.
In the history of the entire Broken Blade Empire for more than a thousand years, Huang Xiaolong talent can definitely rank in the top ten!
Moreover, Xiong Chu and others can see that Huang Xiaolong’s Black Dragon Wushen is also mutated!
Everyone was shocked, excited, excited, except for two people, that is Marshal Haotian and Fei Hou.
"The door master turned out to be able to summon the Ssangyong Wuhun alone!!" The two men stared blankly at the black dragon behind Huang Xiaolong. The two knew that Huang Xiaolong was a twin martial art. In addition to the black dragon, there is still a more powerful blue dragon.
The two looked at each other across the crowd.
Since Huang Xiaolong just returned from the Silver Moon Forest yesterday, he did not tell the two people that he could summon the Ssangyong Wushen alone, so the two also know now.
On the stage, Lu Hao, who was shocked for a long time, slowly woke up, his eyes looked at Huang Xiaolong intricately, and he even gave birth to a strong embarrassment to Huang Xiaolong.
Oh, this is human nature.
"I didn't expect your martial arts to be an ancient dragon, black dragon!" Lu Hao pressed his heart and said slowly: "However, even so, you can't change the ending of your defeat! Next, you have to be careful, I I will show my fighting skills that I have been working hard recently, and I have a hundred knives!" After that, Lu Wei will slowly pull out the sabre that has not been used. When the sabre is pulled out, a humming sound will sound.
The sabre was pulled out, the knife was on the body, the light was refracted, and the coldness of the coldness was revealed. Above the blade, a red eye and a fierce beast that was fangs were daunting.
This is the treasure knife of the royal family of Luotong, the sword!
Lu Hao will lift the knives slowly, holding the knife with both hands, and suddenly smashed it to Huang Xiaolong.
"Hundreds of knives!"
Hundreds of knives, low-level fighting skills.
The space is stirring, the glare of the knives appearing, there are a hundred full, like the flood, the yellow dragons are blasting, and the space around the body of Huang Xiaolong is completely shrouded.
Everyone held their breath.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Huang Xiaolong did not know when there were two cold blades that were not long or short, and then his hands waved out, his voice was cold: "The wind of hell!"
Hundreds of bladed awns appeared out of thin air, and the space air swelled, forming two hurricanes. The hurricane continued to rotate, and the sound of a whimper from seemed to pass into the ears of the people clearly, and then entered the mind and entered the depths of the soul.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Constantly hitting, the wind of continued to rotate, and all the knives of Lu Hao were smashed, and then flooded with Lu Hao.
(In fact, I caught a cold yesterday, sitting in front of the computer, coughing and running nose, but fortunately, these two chapters have not been lost today)