Although the Holy Maiden Helena said so, it was not she who stepped forward. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Instead, it was a black-robed man behind her.

"Oh?" Simon looked surprised, as if wondering why Helena had let someone else come up to die.

"This is our opponent specially prepared for you, Lord Night Tower. Helena explained at the right time, "I hope you will be merciful, my lord." ”

Ximen Yelou snorted coldly, showing a disdainful smile, as if he didn't look down on Helena's tricks at all.

"What are you doing so much, just come up and lead your death. ”

He folded his arms again, revealing the invincible appearance of the world.

The cloak behind him was once again windless, and with the newly defeated Altos in the distance, and the Saint Laurent army on the side, which did not dare to move at all, it showed the weight of his two words of strength.

"Lord Nighttower, be careful. The man who had been pushed out by Helena to deal with the night tower of Simon finally spoke, and his voice had an indescribable complexity.

Feminine and sharp, sharp and hoarse, and hoarse, there is a bit of metallic texture in the hoarseness.

Obviously, he hid his identity, for fear that someone would recognize him.

After he finished saying that, he walked towards the night tower of the West Gate.

He walked neither fast nor slow, just so plainly, without any special rhythm.

It's as if he's not going to face the strongest people in the world right away, he's walking.

But when the people around him tried to see his steps clearly, he disappeared.

He moved, and he moved fast.

It's like thunder.

His whole person disappeared into the air at once, and instantly appeared in front of the Ximen Night Tower, with a thunderous might, and smashed down towards the West Gate Night Tower.

Ximen Yelou was not surprised, and said with a long laugh: "Good to come!"

At the same time, the right fist is punched at a faster rate.

This punch is completely different, it is not a simple thunderstorm, nor is it with the power of thunder, it is the power of the world.

His punch broke through the wall and melted the wall.

It's already a fist of detachment, and it has too much power that is incomprehensible.

This punch was enough to shake the continent's strongest demonic power Armed Monarch head-on, how could it be that thunderous punch could stop it?

Sure enough, the black-robed man who attacked first flew out upside down, and was completely scattered by the transcendent punch, and the whole person was shrouded in a layer of majestic world power.

But at the same time, a strange situation happened, the invincible Ximen Yelou once again punched back the enemy, but the whole person suddenly shook wildly, and even his momentum that was forever immobile like a mountain was a little shaken.

"Ancestral power, who are you?" When this sentence was asked, the Ximen Night Tower, which had been furious and unruly, was already full of voice.

Ancestral power, what is that?

Su Junyan and the others all looked at each other, and only Li Bamo showed a solemn expression when he heard this.

The so-called power of the ancestors,It refers to the demon seeds that are born with the blood of the ancestors,These demon seeds because they inherited a part of the ancestral origin from the ancestor Adam,Born with strong ability,From birth, there are abilities that cannot be hidden,When they cast their abilities, they often have a variety of visions to produce,These visions will seriously affect the ability of other demon species,At the same time, because of the existence of the blood of the ancestors,The advantage of the innate bloodline will seriously suppress the ordinary pure-blooded demon species,It can be called the nemesis of ordinary demon seeds。

Although Ximen Yelou has long been beyond the ordinary demon seed, his bloodline is still an ordinary pure-blood demon seed, and he is still suppressed by the bloodline, so his whole body will shake just now.

That's not about strength, it's just bloodline.

"I'm just a nobody, but if I could take your life today, I could be famous all over the world. The black-robed man who deliberately hid his voice didn't answer, and he didn't look too injured when he was repelled by the Ximen Night Tower, and the whole person flashed in the air, and he actually came to the front of the West Gate Night Tower again.

This time, he didn't rush to make a move, but froze in the air, made an extremely solemn gesture, and said in a deep voice: "Lord Yelou, be careful." ”

In an instant, the black-robed man made a move, like thunder, and at the same time, the vision of thunder really began to appear around him.

"This is called the Thirteen Strikes of Thunder, it is my proud work, and I ask Lord Yelou to teach me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his fist blasted towards the Ximen Night Tower like a storm, and as the punch came out, the thunder around him became more and more majestic, and spread to other places.

For a while, it was really hard to figure out whether this vision was true or false.

Su Junyan's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he was inexplicably familiar with this sudden thunderous vision.

Then he remembered the phoenix in his eyes.

Actually......

also felt familiar, and Lester, his 100,000 Yama that day was broken by the phoenix that suddenly bathed in fire in Su Junyan's eyes, how could he not be familiar with this terrifying vision.

He couldn't help but glance at Su Junyan, but knew that now was not the time to say this, so he immediately said:

"Everyone be careful, this vision seems to be true or false, not all of it is false, it really contains the power of thunder!"

Just the people around can feel the horror of the thunder, and from this, you can imagine the pressure of the Ximen Night Tower facing the shadow of the fist in the sky.

But he is the night tower of the West Gate.

He is the Third Patriarch of the Most High Church.

One of the strongest people in the world.

In the face of this fierce storm, he only sank, one punch.

Or a punch.

This is a punch that goes straight to the heart, no matter how you change, ten thousand thunders, you have to break it with one punch.

This is the manifestation of the supreme strength of boxing, and it is also the reason why Ximen Yelou is strong.

"What do you want the Ancestor to do, break it for me!" he suddenly roared in a low voice, like a raptor coming out of a box.

This punch burst out, like a sharp knife that cut through the beautiful picture.

Thousands of thunderbolts passed through his body, and the rich power of thunder left traces on the formidable body of the Ximen Night Tower.

And the person who punched was already flying upside down like a broken kite.

"Ahem—"

"Phew-" The Ximen Night Tower spit out a mouthful of blood in public without any scruples, and laughed loudly, "What about the blood of the ancestors? Poor little Helena, do you think that with the power of this half-hung ancestor, you can help my Ximen Night Tower? Haha, ridiculous, really ridiculous!"

The Holy Maiden Helena was speechless for a long time, and finally walked to the black-robed man who was bearing the blood of the ancestors, and tried to help him up, but she didn't expect that the person was already seriously injured and couldn't stand on his feet.

Instead of looking at the defeat of his men, the Ximen Nighttower turned its attention to the final goal that needed to be solved.

For a moment, the human team fell into an ice cave.

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