This time the protagonist doesn't obey, I quit

Even so, his ring knife is still murderous, and the offensive remains unabated.

On the opposite side, Kuilong still looked calm and calm, with a smile on his handsome face and said: "Chenlong, heh, are you worthy of being called a dragon?"

Chenlong stared at him coldly, and slashed horizontally.

when!

Kuilong raised his hand, grabbed the blade with his bare hands, and threw him out.

Staring at him quietly, Kui Long said with a smile: "The word dragon, don't use it on yourself, you don't deserve it!"

"Then are you worthy?"

A cold voice came.

The black cloak of the temple of the gods rustled.

The tall, tall and proud figure is like a sharp sword out of its sheath, and its majestic murderous aura envelops Kuilong.

For a split second, Kui Long actually felt heart palpitations.

This is the power of bloodline suppression!

He stared at the man in front of him, and solemnly said word by word: "Long Aoyun!"

Chapter 571 Returning to the Ancestor: The Bloodline of the Sun

The moment he saw Long Aoyun's appearance, Kuilong's eyes narrowed and murderous aura boiled over him.

In the secular world, No. 1 combat power!

The guy who has been fighting with the Hundred Ghosts for thousands of years.

Such an opponent, it's hard not to arouse his interest!

"Long Shuai!"

The moment Chen Long saw Long Aoyun, his eyes showed a bit of surprise.

When Long Aoyun appeared here, they had already won.

"Back off, he is very strong."

Long Aoyun's eyes were cold, and in his hand, a red and gorgeous long knife emerged.

"The Yunzhan Dao, I didn't expect it to be in your hands."

Kuilong looked leisurely at the knife in Long Aoyun's hand, and muttered to himself.

This knife is the treasure of the Dragon Clan!

He is a monster that survived 5000 years ago.

When those human powers suppressed Nie Xuan, he was still a little monster, and because he was in this land, he was implicated and sealed.

After 5000 years, the strength is not weak at all!

"Let's get to know each other again, I'm Kuilong, the deputy head of the Hundred Ghosts Sect, who has the blood of both the Dragon Clan and Kui Niu."

Kuilong grinned and looked at Long Aoyun, and slowly pulled out a slender stabbing sword in his hand: "In terms of identity, I'm afraid you, the three generations, still call me uncle."

The Dragon Clan is the head of all spirits!

Kui Niu is an ancient desolate beast!

Both are top bloodlines, it is hard to imagine how powerful the creatures bred by the two are.

"Noisy!"

In an instant, Long Aoyun's figure shuttled behind Kuilong.

The long knife in his hand was stained with blood.

Stab it!

Kui Long's eyes were terrified, and a line of blood appeared on his neck, and the blood splashed out.

"Awesome, the peak of Tiangang!"

Kui Long looked at Long Aoyun in disbelief.

He never imagined that the kid in front of him could cultivate such a powerful strength in the secular world, a place where spiritual energy is scarce.

Long Aoyun retracted his saber, staring at Kuilong coldly with aloof eyes.

This guy's strength is far more terrifying than he imagined.

The knife just now turned out to be only a skin trauma!

Both are also at the peak of Tiangang.

The difference is that Kuilong's strength is already close to Nirvana, half a step to Nirvana!

In the spirit-gathering period, every step of advancement in the future is going against the sky.

The Tiangang period is a hurdle.

The Nirvana period is another hurdle, and this hurdle is like a moat.

Thousands of amazing and brilliant talents, it can be seen that he has been overwhelmed on this hurdle all his life, without making any progress.

"Oh, the third generation, I'd like to see you, what qualifications do you have to commit crimes!"

Kuilong's eyes showed a bit of contempt.

He has been stuck for 1000 years in the power class of the peak of Tiangang.

Back then, when he hit the Nirvana Realm, Long Aoyun was still a dragon egg.

Moreover, the bloodline will only continue to fade, the third generation of dragons.

He didn't feel the possibility of threatening him at all.

Long Aoyun swung his knife, and the black uniform rustled along with the strong wind.

Bitter white light flickered on him.

Kuilong looked at it with an unbelievable look on his face, and said in horror: "Yaori, how is it possible!"

Among the Dragon Clan, this is the legendary Vein of the Sun!

Why does this kind of heaven-defying bloodline appear in the third generation of dragons!

throwback?

Long Aoyun stepped forward with a long knife in hand, and said calmly: "Nothing is impossible."

While speaking, the blade glowed brightly, and the surrounding desert was filled with terrifying light and spiritual power.

Seeing this scene, Chenlong quickly ordered everyone in the temples of the gods: "Go!"

He knew exactly how terrifying Long Aoyun was going all out.

800 years ago, he had witnessed it with his own eyes.

Kuilong lifted the thin thorn sword in his hand and rushed over with a crazy face: "Let's see, who can survive to the end!"

The wind blows across the desert.

Swipe past, vertical and horizontal pits, ravines.

Seen from above, Xuanyu's position looks like it has been plowed, the land is broken and the river is cut off.

This barren land is even more desolate.

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Leaning on the long knife, Long Aoyun struggled to stand upright.

Tick-tock blood, flowing on the ground.

In the huge pit not far from him.

Kuilong has turned into a dilapidated corpse, his pupils are loose, and he stares at the sky as if he is dying.

Kuilong, who survived for 5000 years, finally died.

"Long Shuai..."

Chen Long rushed over and looked at Long Aoyun with a guilty expression.

He hates himself for being incompetent!

But the battle between Kuilong and Long Aoyun was no longer something he could intervene with his strength at the early days of Tiangang.

After the great battle, Long Aoyun still looked as usual: "How is the secular world?"

"Nie, Nie Xuan has broken into the imperial capital!"

……

The imperial capital, the suburbs!

"Hee hee, boss, you are right, people in the secular world are so weak."

A fox monster, licking the blood on its paws, spoke some strange languages.

At his feet was a warrior who had his heart pulled out and was wearing Taoist robes.

"Don't be careless, these are minions."

A tall, [-]-meter-high giant, with his arms around him, stood in front of him like an iron tower.

But a pair of tiger eyes, with a bit of playful color.

Bronze Tiger!

The ancient continent, the general-level monster of the Ten Thousand Monster Kingdom.

He himself is also a sixth-level monster.

In addition to the copper tiger, there is also a bull-headed giant, with a burly body ten meters high, standing here, full of oppression.

In the sky, there is also a humanoid monster with two pairs of wings on its back. Four transparent wings are spread out. From a distance, it looks like a mosquito.

These two are also sixth-level monsters!

In addition to the three of them, there are dense figures of monsters and beasts surrounding the rear, which is full of oppression.

In front of many Yaozu.

There were the bodies of three old men.

If there are other warriors present, they will definitely be shocked.

These three old men are all masters who are ranked in the heaven list, and they are the leading figures in the world of warriors.

At this time, he died here!

On the other side, several old Taoist priests were also covered in wounds.

They are the elders in the Dao League.

One Qi Dao Sect, Wudang Mountain, Spear Mountain, Chunyang Palace, Longxiang Mountain.

The five elders of the Dao League are no match for Bronze Tiger alone.

In the Cangqiong Mansion, the Taoist Cangqiong fought against the bull-headed monster.

At this time, he was beaten and retreated steadily.

"Fellow daoists, the imperial capital is in a catastrophe!"

Taoist Cang Qiong looked solemn, and said slowly: "Thousands of people need our help, and we will do our best to break through their blockade!"

"We old fellows, I'm afraid we will be here. I don't know if my unpromising apprentice can support Longxiang Mountain."

A veteran Taoist in yellow robes with gray hair tied in a bun, lightly stroked his beard and said in a disappointed way.

The fall of the six of them, the blow to the Dao League can be imagined.

An old Taoist in Tsing Yi from the Wudang School said boldly and freely: "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Today, the mission of us old fellows is to kill these ghosts and monsters!"

"Everyone, you must hold on!"