When the fighting Jinpao party saw the five Jinpao youths who had arrived, their expressions were all lifted.
"Junior Brother Chen!"
"Brother Liang!"
The five young men in golden robes rushed into the fight.
The two parties who had been fighting indiscriminately and indiscriminately were originally joined by the five young men in the golden robe who arrived, and the yellow robe of the poisonous scorpion was immediately at a disadvantage.
If this continues, less than an hour, the yellow robe of the poisonous scorpion will lose.
Huang Xiaolong's eyes had noticed the scarlet grass on a mountain wall in front of the valley.
The little grass was red all over, exuding a faint flame, and on the head of the little grass, there was a very chic little flame fruit.
Xuanmu Zhengyang grass!
Huang Xiaolong's face was happy.
It seems that the two sides are fighting because of this Xuanmu Zhengyang grass.
Unexpectedly, on this trip to the Xutian God plane, he would encounter the Mystic Mother Zhengyang Grass, who had been looking for it for many years.
However, when Huang Xiaolong was about to take the mysterious mother Zhengyang grass, suddenly, a voice broke through the air in the distance, and he saw a tall young man in a black armor flying here, and he came in a blink of an eye. To the top of the valley.
On the young black armor, there is a conspicuous golden phoenix pattern.
Both sides of the fight saw the youth attire, and their expressions changed.
"Jinfeng Tower!" someone blurted out in surprise.
The black armor youth did not pay attention to everyone. Instead, he looked at the Xuanmu Zhengyang grass. After seeing the Xuanmu Zhengyang grass, his face smiled: "Haha, it really is the Xuanmu Zhengyang grass. After searching for thousands of years, I didn't expect it to be here!" After speaking, he had to collect the mysterious mother Zhengyang grass.
"Senior, this Xuanmother Zhengyang Grass was discovered by our Poisonous Scorpion Sect first." A young man on the Yellow Robe Scorpion side said anxiously: "Senior, please see our Poisonous Scorpion Sect and Jinfeng Tower have a good relationship. Come on, help us one or two, as long as we get the Xuanmu Zhengyang grass, we must thank seniors again!"
Hearing the words, the Mexican youth laughed: "Help you one or two? Your poisonous scorpion sect is just a slave of our Jinfeng Tower. Is your little poisonous scorpion worthy of our Jinfeng Tower?" Speaking of this, with one hand, he took the Xuanmu Zhengyang grass into his hand.
Looking at the mysterious mother Zhengyang grass in his hand, the ink armor youth took a closer look.
"Let's talk, how do you want to die?" Then, he turned his head and said to the disciples of the Poisonous Scorpion Sect and the Jin Lei Sect.
The poisonous scorpion sect and Jin Lei taught their disciples all face horror.
"Senior, you!" The Poison Scorpion Sect disciple's complexion changed drastically, his eyes were angry, and he didn't expect that the other party would even kill them.
"Since your Poisonous Scorpion Sect is a slave of our Jinfeng Tower, I will leave you the whole corpse." The ink-armored youth didn't seem to see the anger in the eyes of the Poisonous Scorpion Sect disciple, and slowly drew out the long sword in his hand.
The sword is jet black, and there is no luster in the hot sun.
All the light around it was around the sword, as if all had disappeared.
With a wave of the black sword of the ink-armored youth, several sword lights flashed by, and all the disciples of the poisonous scorpion sect fell down, their faces were astonished, lying on the ground without any movement.
died!
With one move, kill eight disciples of the poisonous scorpion sect in the middle and late stages of the seventh-order ancient gods.
What surprised Huang Xiaolong was not the opponent's strength, but the opponent's swordsmanship.
The opponent's swordsmanship had reached the realm of the unity of humans and swords, as he thought, caused by sword aura, it was completely natural, and it was so fast that Huang Xiaolong could only capture the afterimage.
When the disciples of Jin Lei saw that the poisonous scorpion sect disciple was killed with one move, all their faces were pale, and they fled in a panic.
However, as soon as they got up, they fell from the air, and the bodies were torn apart into countless knots, piled up in a mess, and they couldn't tell which one belonged to who.
The ink-armored youth had a cold expression on his face. He came to a few people and put away all the space rings of them. When they opened it, they looked satisfied. These dozens of people are all core disciples of the Poisonous Scorpion Sect and the Golden Thunder Sect. Inside the space ring Lots of things.
But just when he turned to leave, suddenly, his face was startled, his sword tightened, and there was a black-haired young man standing in front of him.
When did this black-haired young man come, he didn't notice it
When he saw the face of the black-haired youth, his face was startled, somewhat surprised: "Are you Huang Xiaolong?!"
Huang Xiaolong was also surprised to hear that the other party recognized himself. Before he left the Vientiane God Plane, he had made some understanding of some of the superpowers on the Xuantian God Plane and the Azure Spirit God Plane. He knew that the Jinfeng Tower was the Xutian God Plane. One of the super powers in front of you, since the opponent is a disciple of Jinfenglou, how did he know himself
Huang Xiaolong didn't think that his reputation had reached the plane of Xutian God.
"I didn't expect to meet you here." The ink armor youth suddenly smiled: "It's really an unexpected joy." Speaking of this, as if the hunter saw the prey, his eyes were fixed on Huang Xiaolong, revealing the blood and killing intent: "Are you weird, how would I know you?"
"Yes." Huang Xiaolong is indeed curious, and the blood-devouring intent in the opponent's eyes makes him even more strange. Can he have no hatred with the opponent before
"My name is Cao Leng." The Mo Jia youth said coldly: "Hundreds of years ago, Big Brother Wang Wei saved us, and our lives belonged to Big Brother Wang Wei."
Wang Wei!
Huang Xiaolong narrowed his eyes.
It turned out to be Wang Wei.
Wang Wei must have known that when he went to the plane of the Blue Spirit God, he would inevitably pass through the plane of the God of the Void, so he asked Cao Leng and others to wait for him on the plane of the God of the Void and solve himself
It seems that Wang Wei, Zhu Feng and others can't bear it anymore. Huang Xiaolong sneered in his heart. Wang Wei and others were so anxious to get rid of themselves because they defeated Wan Gu Ziyi and showed their amazing talents, threatening him. status
"It turned out to be Wang Wei." Huang Xiaolong looked at each other calmly.
"Huang Xiaolong, take it to death!" The black-clad youth Cao Leng's voice fell. Suddenly, a sword light burst into the air, and it pierced Huang Xiaolong's eyebrows, so fast that people couldn't even think of it.
However, Huang Xiaolong had been prepared for a long time, and a blade of light flashed, blocking the sword light three feet from the center of his eyebrows.
In Huang Xiaolong's hands, a long knife appeared at some point, the long knife flickered with cold light, and the knife's energy was pressing.
It was the Chaos Middle Grade Spirit Tool Three Kings Sword that was awarded the first prize in the Battle of Four Continents Beginner Disciple.
Cao Leng was surprised and surprised when he saw Huang Xiaolong blocked his sword. Wang Wei told them that Huang Xiaolong was at most the late fourth stage of the ancient god.
Now, an ancient god's fourth-order late stage actually blocked his sword energy? You know, he is an early powerhouse of the ancient god of the ninth rank.
Just when Cao Leng was surprised and surprised, Huang Xiaolong's figure flashed, and the three king swords in his hand buzzed, and he slashed down at him with a sharp knife.
Cao Leng was so frightened that the long sword in his hand swung out, bringing up the boundless sword screen like a huge chalk wave after wave. (To be continued. "This text is provided by the breaking dawn update team@ch8296929 (典典汉纸)" If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)