After Dugu Bo turned into a dragon man, after his body temperature dropped, he slowly changed back to his human form. Dugu Bo was afraid www.biquge.info that his clothes would be burned again, so he gave up cultivating the Netherworld Mystery Technique, and Dugu Bo also knew that even if he cultivated the power of annihilation in this mist now, it would not have much effect on him.

So everyone hurried on. The fog ahead began to fade. The power also began to curtail, and it was obvious that Dugubo and the others were about to reach the end of the fog.

I really want to hurry up and see what the gate of this sanctuary is like.

I saw that I was at the end of the fog. The first thing that caught his eye was a middle-aged swordsman with long silver hair, holding a long sword in his hand, hidden behind his sleeve, with a grim face and a sharp gaze like a sword.

And beside him, there are dozens of figures with different faces and different clothes, who don't seem to be the same group, and there are many scattered small groups of people, and there are dozens of people, adding up to about a hundred people, and the only thing they have in common is that each of their bodies is surging with powerful Xuan Qi power, and the weakest are all in the Xuan Emperor Realm cultivation, obviously each of them is a master among the masters. Those who can come to the Sanctuary unharmed are not good stubble.

Suddenly, an invisible sword shadow rushed straight towards Dugu Fight. What a terrifying sword intent?!

Dugu Bo naturally didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, so he directly summoned the power of his dragon soul, and directly swept away the sword intent with the claw of the dragon soul.

The corners of the silver-haired middle-aged eyes trembled slightly, a little incredible?! Obviously it's just the Xuanling Realm, what a terrifying soul power, much stronger than me, where did the ruthless character come from?! Where are the gentlemen from?!

"You just did it?"

Wen Long stared at the silver-haired middle-aged swordsman opposite.

"So what?" Perhaps feeling the rebuke in Wen Long's words, the middle-aged swordsman smiled coldly, and his tone became cold and tough.

Wen Long smiled and said, "Blood for blood, tooth for tooth, take my move." ”

The voice did not fall.

He threw a punch.

Nine azure streaks of water twisted in a spiral above his arm.

This strange blue water pattern, like a blue sea snake, was entangled and condensed on his fists and arms, responding to the roaring sound of the waves of the sea and the ocean roaring in Wen Long's body, and bombarded the middle-aged swordsman, "Kid is arrogant!" The silver-haired middle-aged swordsman flashed with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

This person's swordsmanship is extremely high, the sword in his wrist shook slightly, and a flash of brilliant sword light slashed out in the air, which was many times stronger than the sword light when he shot before.

The arc of sword qi burst through the air, and where it passed, the air cracked to both sides like a wave, as if it was about to tear the space apart.

But all this in front of Wen Long's fist, but it was like air caressing the face, no lethality, and it was all shattered by Wen Long's punch in an instant, and the strength of the fist did not decrease at all, and it hit the chest of the middle-aged swordsman in an instant.

"Huh?"

The middle-aged swordsman was taken aback, the long sword in his hand, horizontal in front of his chest, and the sword body blocked, directly catching the azure fist print.

Rumble!

Burst of energy.

The middle-aged swordsman wanted to stabilize his body, but he was pushed back by the force that overwhelmed him like a mountain and a sea of mountains in the fist print, and his feet sank into the gravel under his feet like a plow, but he still couldn't stop his body, and retreated dozens of meters, leaving two shocking scratches on the ground.

Everyone around gasped.

Most people know the origin and cultivation of this middle-aged swordsman, and he can definitely be regarded as one of the masters of the human race in the Tianxuan Continent.

What is the origin of this swarthy boy, who is so strong?

In everyone's hearts, they had different ideas, and when they looked at Wen Long, they all looked extremely jealous.

And Dugu Bo, who followed Wen Long, was naturally regarded as a nobleman or a waste young sect master of a large sect that Wen Long wanted to protect, and everyone present could basically see Dugu Bo's Xuan Qi cultivation at a glance, so they didn't pay much attention to him. It's just that he didn't dare to attack Dugubo. After all, there is a red-haired strong man behind him, and his strength is what everyone is really afraid of.

Dugu Bo saw that everyone's eyes were full of disdain and contempt for him, and his strength in the Tianxuan Continent was respected, but there were also some great sect masters whose only son had ordinary talent, relying on the protection of others, and obtaining the opportunity to test in the Holy Domain, he could even fill the gap in strength, which made people feel extremely unfair.

"I thought it was a master, but it turned out to be a plate of side dishes." Wen Long made a successful move, it was inevitable that he was a little showy, looking at the middle-aged swordsman with an angry face, he smiled, and said: "The strength is so weak, and he still learns to test the latecomers, it is really an old birthday star who eats arsenic. Frost is long-lived, you can survive until now, it's good luck. ”

The mouth is so poisonous.

The middle-aged swordsman trembled with anger, leaving a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and a vicious and resentful look flashed in his eyes.

But he didn't strike again, but stepped aside in hatred.

Dugu Bo secretly remembered the face of this middle-aged swordsman, and was able to hold back in such a situation, this person's deep mind should not be underestimated, he obviously hated Wenlong, and by the way, he was also extremely hateful to himself, but he was afraid that as long as he found the opportunity for a while, he would definitely retaliate. It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, that's it.

"What are you doing standing here? Do you want to rob my lonely brother's beauty? Take your eyes off me, or believe it or not I'll gouge out your eyes.

Wen Long looked at everyone.

Someone snorted coldly and didn't look at him.

Some people thought they didn't hear it.

However, there are also people who obviously want to make friends with this swarthy young man who looks like babbling, an old beggar with hair as crazy as dry grass, but he looks extremely powerful, like a wild lion, but he laughed, walked out, and said: "Everyone is waiting for the door of the palace to open, don't you know the mystery here, little friend?" ”

"The Gate of the Palace? Dugu asked out loud.

The old man dressed as a beggar glanced at Dugu Bo, ignored it, and instead leaned in front of Wen Long, and said: "This time it may be the real palace, the palace gate is opened, there will be ninety-one gates opened, and you can only enter with the ice key, you should have the key."

You have a key to take care of, do you know how long you haven't taken a bath, you stink me to death, can you stay away from me? By the way, you want to snatch my key, you are not strong enough, don't want to know if I have a key? Even if there is, hehe, you don't have a chance to get on it all, right?! Hahaha

The old beggar showed a hint of embarrassment, so he had to walk away stupidly. If it weren't for Wenlong's strength here, Dugubo would have thought that the other party would want to break his neck.

Dugu Bo silently left a drop of sweat in his heart, and said in his heart Wenlong, can you not be so venomous, you are still alive and alive to such a big time and have not been beaten to death, it must be that there are not many people in your so-called master.

"Boy, are you looking for death?"

"Young and open-mouthed, be careful to die violently."

In the crowd, some people were already dissatisfied.

Saying this, he had no intention of revealing their scars, and sprinkled a handful of salt on them, if it weren't for the strength he showed before, it was indeed strong, but I was afraid that he would have been killed by everyone a long time ago.

As he spoke, there was another sound in the gray mist behind him.

Someone is here again?

"Hmph, there are still people coming, there are so many people who are not afraid of death." In the crowd, some people snorted coldly, and the killing intent permeated the void.

The gate of the palace is opened once every hundred years, and there are only ninety-one doors each time, and now every additional person means that the probability of entering the palace gate will be reduced by one point, which no one wants to see, if the person who walks out of the misty area, if the strength is not enough, he will be killed in an instant, or driven away. Obviously, they are all ruthless people who are not easy to deal with here. I also have one more enemy, in case the other party does not have a key, I am afraid that there will be another dragon fight.

Ding, ding, ding. Wow.

Strange sounds came from the mist. It was like the sound of an old man on crutches on the ground. But the texture of the crutches is obviously made of metal, which is not ordinary.

What people!? The crowd saw only a red spear emerge from the fog, but no one was seen. What's the situation?!

It's it! Red Demon Slayer?! He's already killed quite a few people. I saw it in the distance with my own eyes, and instantly killed a group of Xuanhuang Realm masters?!

What the?! You said that the corpse we saw when we came was done by it.

But at this moment, in the void, a strange change appeared.

Colorful light flashes.

In the original dim mid-air, there is a majestic temple slowly emerging, like a mirage, gradually becoming clearly visible from the extreme blur, the whole body of the temple is made of white bricks, towering like a mountain, extremely tall, when looking up, it is impossible to see the dome of the temple at a glance, the dazzling white light is sprinkled, the whole temple is filled with a sense of divine holiness that is indescribable in words, there is a vast and magnificent atmosphere, escaping from the temple. The temple is semi-arc-shaped, with ninety-one gates, each of which is dark black, and only the keyhole has a dazzling light that shoots out, making people look forward to what secret treasures will be inside.

Everyone's eyes suddenly fell on this floating temple.

"The gate of the palace has finally opened."

Someone shouted excitedly.

Woohoo woo blah.

Light and shadow flicker.

Countless figures rushed towards the slowly opening gate like lightning streamers.

Yes. Everyone didn't expect that their bodies that had been vacated were suddenly pierced. I watched the red gun run through my chest.

Sure enough, it's this red-tasseled spear!

You see, they're all rubbish. Instantly killed in seconds! Only Grandpa Wen can defeat this red gun.

Hehe.

What do you mean bareheaded!

It's not interesting, it's just lip service. I bet you can't beat this red gun! You're not as hard as it! Burning Sky is very unaccustomed to this Wen Long's pretending. Lao Tzu used to like to pretend to be forced, but now I see someone who can pretend better than me. It's very unpleasant!

Ok, good, good! Bet on it, if Lao Tzu can't beat this broken gun, Lao Tzu will chop and hang!

Good! I've eaten too much chopped pepper fish head, I'll see what it feels like to chop pepper dragon hanging?!

Good! You show me! Dead bare!