The ancestors of the Jinchao tribe and others, even the ancestors of the prison gate and the ancestors of the Guituo tribe looked at the old man.
Although the prison gate ancestor, the strength of the ancestor of the Gui Tuo tribe is not weaker than that of Liao Lao, but due to the relationship between Liao Lao and Yin Mo King, everyone still regards Liao Lao as the mainstay.
Liao Lao suddenly turned his head and said, "Who do you think will win this battle?"
It refers to the battle between Huang Xiaolong and Duanfeng, the king of Yin Borer.
Everyone was startled, surprised, and didn't expect the old man to ask this suddenly.
However, everyone returned their gazes to the three of Huang Xiaolong, Duanfeng, and Yinbo King who were fighting.
Who will win? Everyone’s eyes were startled and suspicious, and no one spoke. If it had been before, everyone would have determined that it was Dead Wind, the King of Yin Borer, but now everyone is precarious, especially in the case of Dead Wind. After being unable to seriously injure Huang Xiaolong, everyone's confidence was shaken even more.
"Maybe, it's time to go back." Liao Lao suddenly sighed, with a sense of heroic twilight, as if he was cherishing something.
"Go back?" Yuan Baifei was stunned, where to go back
Although he doesn't know where Liao Lao is going back, but Liao Lao doesn't seem to be very optimistic about Duofeng and Yinbo King
Yuan Baifei and the ancestors of the Jinchao tribe thought of this, and their hearts were shocked.
Although everyone was shocked by Huang Xiaolong's strength just now, they never thought that if Huang Xiaolong wins this battle, what will happen to them? In other words, they haven't thought about this issue yet.
If the wind breaks, the two kings of Yin Moore are truly defeated! That! The ancestors of the Jinchao tribe couldn't help feeling panic. They remembered that Huang Xiaolong had reminded them about the fate of the demon Meizu and the Jinchan tribe!
At that time, are they afraid to want it too? !
"It's okay! Lord Duanfeng and Lord Yin Moore swept Invincible, how could the two high-ranking ancestors be unable to clean up a seven-layered Huang Xiaolong in the holy realm!" said the ancestor of the Fengluo tribe: "Huang Xiaolong should have used some kind of forbidden technique before. Only after withstanding the attacks of the two adults, Huang Xiaolong will undoubtedly be defeated once this forbidden operation time has passed!"
The words of the ancestor of the Fengluo tribe gave everyone a glimmer of hope and peace.
"Yes, soon, Huang Xiaolong will be killed by two adults!" The ancestor of the Jin Chao tribe laughed.
It's just this smile, a little forced smile.
I saw that Duanfeng and Yinbo Wang, who had the upper hand at the beginning, gradually became equal to Huang Xiaolong over time. Not only did Huang Xiaolong not be suppressed by Dufeng, but Yinbo Wang became more and more courageous. The air is billowing, and the power of the road is endless.
In the Jinchao tribe, the ancestors of the Fengluo tribe and others looked more and more ugly, and the Duanfeng and Yin Borer gradually fell into the wind. Fortunately, the Yin Borer was somewhat stretched under Huang Xiaolong’s attack. Huang Xiaolong always With a single blow, the Yin Moor King can be repelled and retreat in embarrassment.
The ancestors of the Phoenix Conch clan said that Huang Xiaolong used a forbidden technique, but this forbidden technique made Huang Xiaolong more and more brave? Is it not over yet
Yuan Baifei, the prison gate ancestors and others have completely forgotten Mo Zhi, Long Shengtian and others.
"We, retreat?" Suddenly, the ancestor of the Fengluo clan hesitated.
"Go back? Where do you go? Where do you go?" The ancestor of the Jin Chao tribe said with a wry smile.
At this time, he had inexhaustible regret in his heart.
Once the Yinbo King and Duanfeng are defeated, Huang Xiaolong will surely rule the boundary river, the foreign land, and even the holy realm. Where else can they retreat
The world is so big that there is nowhere for them to hide.
After another hour, suddenly, Liao Lao, who had not spoken, turned around and left without hesitation.
Everyone was startled.
"Lao Liao!" Yuan Baifei yelled, panic in his heart.
If even Liao Lao is gone, then he really is!
In a panic, Yuan Baifei ran after Xiang Luolao.
"Don't follow me!" At this moment, Liao turned his head suddenly, his eyes were cold and merciless: "In the future, we will go our own way, and there will be nothing to do."
Yuan Baifei's face was gray, and he wanted to talk about the relationship between him and Liao Lao's previous allies, but when he saw the cold killing intent in Liao Lao's eyes, he couldn't help but feel cold.
Liao Lao Po Kong left.
The ancestor of the prison gate and the ancestor of the Gui Tuo clan watched the old figure disappear gradually, and the two of them looked at each other, and both left through the air.
There are hundreds of faults left, the ancestors of the Jinchao tribe, the ancestors of the Fengluo tribe, and others stood there, looking at a loss, panicked.
"Damn it!" The Yinbo King, who had been driven into embarrassment by Huang Xiaolong, couldn't help but angrily said when the three of them, the ancestor of the prison gate, and the ancestor of Gui Tuo had left.
Duanfeng's face was naturally not pretty.
Suddenly, Huang Xiaolong's celestial blade hit, Duanfeng raised his sword and swung it out, the two of them collided and retreated.
"You, it's not the golden dragon bloodline at all!" After retreating, Duan Feng suddenly wondered.
Huang Xiaolong was taken aback, and then said, "I said I was of the golden dragon bloodline?"
Broken Wind, the two kings of Yin Mo were startled, yes, they always thought that Huang Xiaolong was the blood of the Golden Dragon, but Huang Xiaolong had never said that he was the blood of the Golden Dragon.
"Not the blood of the golden dragon?" Yin Moore King frowned.
Suddenly, Duanfeng's expression changed. He seemed to remember why he felt that Huang Xiaolong, the golden dragon phantom, was a little familiar. It was because of him!
At this moment, suddenly, a blade of light cut through the void and hit Duan Feng face to face. Duan Feng was awakened, and the long sword in his hand struck out and rolled up the endless sword sea, as if his sword was there, and the sword sea was endless.
However, Huang Xiaolong's sword light from the sky passed through the endless sea of swords and came to the end of the sea of swords.
On the side of the broken wind, I just felt the light flashing past my eyes, his face was cold, and he touched it, it was full of blood. Huang Xiaolong’s blade light made a terrifying wound on his face. It can be seen that his bones, if it were not resisted by the previous sword sea She dodges his face sideways, fearing that Huang Xiaolong cut his half face open just now.
"You!" Duanfeng looked at the blood on his hands, furious, and his boundless murderous intent was violent. It was the first time he had been injured in this world for so many years, and he was still a holy realm!
When he was full of violent killing intent, he suddenly saw the golden dragon phantom behind Huang Xiaolong, his heart was shocked again, and he woke up. He looked at Huang Xiaolong with fear in his eyes.
Seeing that Duanfeng had been injured by Huang Xiaolong, the Yin Moore King was violently killing him, suddenly the killing intent disappeared instantly, and then looked at Huang Xiaolong with fear.
This changed, and made the Yin Mo King a little bit astonished.
"Brother Duanfeng, what are you?!" Yin Moore King called.
Duanfeng didn't look at him, but looked behind Huang Xiaolong, and said to the Yin Borer, "Yin Borer, do you think this is the blood of creation?!"
The Yin Moore King didn't react for a while: "What kind of bloodline?" Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he looked at the golden dragon phantom behind Huang Xiaolong, his face changed drastically: "You, you mean?!"
"Well, won't it?" he whispered again.
But at the end, his voice was very low.
"If it's true, then us?!" Duan Feng said, his voice trembled a little.
He had heard the legend about the bloodline of the creation of the Huanglong dragon in the ancestor of the witch in the sacred realm of Tuo.