Chapter 41

"Ancient temple?" the head Xue turned his ruthless eyes and looked at the two ancient temples next to him. A sense of killing slowly climbed.

"Why does the snow fat man pose like this and want to fight with us?" the vulture blocked in front of the ancient temple and his eyes were cold.

"Huoyunzong's business, you'd better get away, or I'll clean up with you!" Xue said ruthlessly.

Although he doesn't understand why the two ancient temples are here, if they don't know interest and want to intervene, he doesn't mind solving them together.

The vulture's face sank and his claws were slightly bent. He tried to do it. The ancient temple nearby quickly stopped him.

"Huoyun sect, what a big school. I won't fight with you today. I'll leave!"

After that, if the ancient temple has a profound look at Huang Mao, he floats away.

"Lord Xiao, if you want to ask for help, please let me know at any time and be on call." a voice carrying true Qi was passed into Huang Mao's ear.

After they left, they didn't go far. Instead, they stopped nearby and took out a monitoring array disk. What was displayed on the mirror of the array disk was the previous place.

"I didn't expect that huoyunzong really came. Young master, it's easy to calculate!" a sneer arose from the corner of the vulture's mouth, as if everything had been expected.

"Hehe, these stupid disciples of huoyun sect dare to call themselves the four major sects. They will get rid of him today!"

"As for the third grade alchemist surnamed Xiao..." the evil color flashed in the eyes of the ancient temple, "either surrender or die!"

This is the first time Huang Mao has faced such a huge force. More than 20 Ningzhen high-level people are no weaker than him. The momentum pressure formed makes Huang Mao sweat and almost out of breath.

But he has no fear in his eyes. He knows that the boss will make them pay a painful price.

Huoyun sect members came right in front of Huang Mao and took a semi encircled formation. The snow was ruthless. A pair of cold and indifferent eyes stared at Huang Mao as if they wanted to see through him.

"Little thief, I know you have some means. I advise you to catch it, or I will make you feel that death is an extravagant hope!" Xue ruthlessly said.

"Your nonsense is as much as ever." Huang Mao sneered.

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth! I'll catch you and temper yunzong and cut off your tongue to see if you can be so arrogant!" Xue ruthlessly hated him for a long time. He wanted to fry his skin and refine his bones immediately, but he still had no bottom in his heart.

"Deacon Yan, let's go!" Xue mercilessly looked at a man beside her.

"Yes!"

The man named deacon Yan took out a long red sword, jumped out, and rushed towards yellow hair with a hot wind.

Yanjing is the weakest among these people. He has five levels of strength, but he is not a person who can resist. Generally, I'm afraid he will be killed face to face.

Xue ruthlessly sent him up to try to find out the means of yellow hair.

He had seen that strange flame twice, once burning the little Lord to ashes in front of him, and once burning the patriarch's soul.

But he was not attacked by the flame, so he wanted to determine whether the other party could use the flame.

"Huang Mao, I'll reform the array and give you the waste."

The emergence of the hidden poison sect gave Xiao Long some more ideas. Since he wanted a good harvest, he might as well have a big harvest. Anyway, people are stupid and have more experience. Don't waste it.

Hearing Xiao Long's voice, Huang Mao was not afraid, but showed an eager look. He grinned and said, "it suits me!"

"Die!"

A chilly cold light bloomed from the blade. Yanjing's eyes were sharp and his body was like the wind. He stabbed at Huang Mao's neck.

"It's just a matter of solidifying the real world. Let me kill you!" Yanjing didn't see Huang Mao's means with his own eyes. He was very disdainful. In his opinion, his own strength is the king. Those means can deceive others, but they can't deceive him.

"Just in time!"

Huang Mao's eyes were full of excitement. He raised the black stick without superfluous action. Simply, a stick was smashed forward.

"Really looking for death!" seeing Huang Mao's action, the elders of huoyun sect in the distance looked sarcastic. They thought Huang Mao would use some strange means to fight the enemy, but they didn't expect to dare to fight hard.

The snow is ruthless, and his face is full of surprise. Does he dare to fight hard? What's it like to condense Zhenjing against Wuzhong instead of dying?

Huang Mao's stick seemed ordinary to everyone, but Yan Jing was shocked. He seemed to see a mountain oppressing him!

"Qiang!"

Only a deafening collision of refined iron was heard. The sword and staff were divided at the touch of one touch. Yanjing stepped back several steps. The long sword in his hand almost got rid of it. Huang Mao directly threw it back and stopped at more than ten meters.

"Ha ha! What a pleasure!" felt the slightly numb arm, and yellow hair licked his lips, becoming more and more excited.

Huang Mao thought that without being violent, he could match the triple attack of Ningzhen realm at most, but unexpectedly, he stubbornly resisted the five full blows of Ningzhen realm.

He looked at the black stick in his hand.

Since he got the stick, Huang Mao felt the blood boiling all over his body, as if he was full of endless strength. It was this feeling that enabled him to resist the five aspects of the real environment.

He did not know that at this moment, Yanjing's heart had set off a storm.

A person with a high level of solidifying the real world actually pushed him back. In the past, let alone one level, even the four levels of solidifying the real world could not make him step back.

This shows that the strength of the masked man in front of him is almost the same as him.

It is not a simple challenge to surpass the level, but to surpass the half level!

"Bastard! Take my move, wave folding sword!" Yanjing rushed out again. The long sword in his hand danced wildly. The light of the sword was like the waves of the sea, one after another, covering the key of yellow hair.

"Oh, no fun!"

Huang Mao shook his head, his bones crackled, his body pulled up a bit, and grew to nearly five meters in the blink of an eye! This is his real height!

Then, they only felt that a terrible breath was rising rapidly. The strength of yellow hair was rapidly promoted from the first-order demon general to the peak of the third-order demon general, and officially entered the state of rage!

Snow ruthless and others are also stunned, condensing the true environment?

"Waste! Eat a stick!" yelled Huang Mao. He threw a stick at the sword light of the heavy waves cut by Yanjing. Under the stick, there seemed to be a huge roar between heaven and earth, like the sky falling down and the air crackling.

Yanjing was shocked!