Chapter 1270 The Ancestral God Powerhouse Comes

Huang Xiaolong didn't even look at the strong man with the big sword. He turned his head and glanced coldly at some of the sect disciples who were rushing towards him.

Those sect disciples who originally rushed towards Huang Xiaolong saw the head of the sturdy man with the big sword suddenly rolling down, and the round eyes of the head seemed to have died somehow, and they couldn't help but stop in fright.

Some disciples were dripping with cold sweat on their backs.

Many of them recognize this strong swordsman.

The other party was a disciple of the Ghost Sword Sect, named Liu Jin. He was a powerhouse at the early stage of the Eighth Rank of the Ancient Gods, and he was born with a special divine body. His divine body was extremely defensive, but now, his head was cut off by Huang Xiaolong's sword!

What is Huang Xiaolong's strength?

Huang Xiaolong is definitely not as simple as the middle stage of the sixth-order ancient gods on the surface.

In the distance, Shi Long saw that Huang Xiaolong cut off the head of Liu Jin, the disciple of the Ghost Sword Sect, and said indifferently: "It seems that this kid is really strong, no wonder he still dares to continue to charge after seeing us coming. These black spar."

Chen Jianfeng said with a smile: "With his strength, he can only deal with those small sect disciples who are weak in strength. In front of you, Senior Brother Shi Long, I think it's just a matter of one or two moves."

What he meant was that Huang Xiaolong could only support one or two moves in front of Shi Long.

Shi Long nodded: "Pay attention to that kid, don't let him escape."

Chen Jianfeng said, "Brother, don't worry."

After Huang Xiaolong killed the head of Liu Jin, the disciple of the Ghost Sword Sect, he shocked the other disciples, and he and the Golden Horn Maverick continued to work hard to collect these phantom spar.

These phantom spar, naturally, the bigger the better.

Therefore, Huang Xiaolong ignored the small ones and chose the big ones.

Huang Xiaolong flew towards a half-meter-sized phantom spar dozens of meters in front of him, but at this time, a disciple of the short-blade gate ancient god at the mid-level of the eighth-order peak also came to this phantom spar. A short-blade disciple will also collect this phantom spar.

The short-blade disciple was startled when he saw Huang Xiaolong, and then said coldly, "Are you going out, or I'll do it? But before I start, let me remind you that I'm not Liu Jin, the ghost-blade disciple."

Huang Xiaolong said indifferently: "Before I start, I also remind you that you'd better get out of here by yourself."

The short-blade disciple was furious, and with a wave of the short-blade in his hand, he immediately beheaded Huang Xiaolong.

The short-edged blade is full of light and waves, and it is the unique skill of the short-edged door.

At this moment, Huang Xiaolong suddenly raised his hand, stretched out the two fingers of his right hand, and passed through the waves of heavy swords, and even caught the short blade in the opponent's hand.

Everyone stays.

Huang Xiaolong's eyes were cold, and he pressed his two fingers forward, the short blade inserted into the middle of the opponent's neck, piercing his neck, and then, Huang Xiaolong slapped his finger, the short blade turned, and the short blade disciple was headed. Roll to the ground.

died!

The surroundings seemed to be silent.

Some of the short-blade gate, Jinfenglou, and other disciples of various sects who were collecting the phantom spar stopped for a while, and they were stunned, and some couldn't believe it.

Although they were surprised by Huang Xiaolong's strength, everyone couldn't believe that Huang Xiaolong even dared to kill the disciples of the Short Blade Sect!

After Shi Long stayed for a while, the thunder light in his eyes suddenly burst out, his figure flashed, and he fell in front of the corpse of the short-blade disciple.

Looking at the head of the short-blade disciple, Shi Long turned his head and stared at Huang Xiaolong coldly: "Originally,

I want you to live an extra hour, now, die for me! "The palms slapped towards Huang Xiaolong instantly.

Countless thunder lights poured out.

All over his body, lightning flashed.

"The secret of the short blade door is not passed down, the great thousand thunder palms!" Zhang Yadong of Jinfenglou saw this, his face dignified.

A few days ago, it was rumored that Shi Long had cultivated into the Great Thousand Thunder Palm. He didn't believe it at first, but now he saw it with his own eyes.

Originally, his strength was on a par with Shi Long, but Shi Long, who had become the Great Thousand Thunder Palm, was definitely stronger than him.

"Looks like that kid is going to suffer!" A Jinfenglou disciple behind Zhang Yadong said, referring to Huang Xiaolong.

Zhang Yadong nodded: "The Great Thousand Thunder Palm is the secret of the short-blade door, and its power is earth-shattering." Suddenly, he opened his mouth and stopped, only to see Huang Xiaolong raised his hand and punched all the thunder light of the Great Thousand Thunder Palm, and Shi Long I was shocked by Huang Xiaolong and backed up again and again, and kept withdrawing dozens of meters.

This result made Zhang Yadong and other Jinfenglou disciples dumbfounded.

Chen Jianfeng and other short-blade disciples were even more shocked.

Previously, some disciples of the sect who, together with Liu Jin, a disciple of the Ghost Sword Sect, regarded Huang Xiaolong as a soft persimmon, and wanted to go forward and snatch the phantom spar from Huang Xiaolong's hand, and their hearts were beating wildly.

After Huang Xiaolong smashed Shi Long back with a punch, he ignored the stunned crowd, and the three supreme godheads urged him to turn around and collect the phantom spar into the ghost Buddha ring.

"Fifty-three dollars."

Huang Xiaolong thought in his heart.

Before and after, he charged a total of fifty-three yuan.

If you add the golden horn calf, it will be about 100 yuan.

These more than 100 phantom spar are enough for him to refine artifacts and refine flesh.

Shi Long was shaken back by Huang Xiaolong, his face flushed as red as purple, his eyes were terrifying with murderous intent, like a peerless beast staring at Huang Xiaolong, his whole body was madly growing like water plants.

"Great Thousand Thunder Palm, Ten Thousand Thunder Vortex!"

His palms soared, and he slapped Huang Xiaolong frantically again.

I saw a huge vortex formed by thunder light appear, high-altitude thunder and lightning flashed, one by one sky thunder rolled down into the vortex, the vortex swelled, and in an instant, hundreds of sky thunders rolled into the vortex.

This Myriad Thunder Vortex is the strongest move of the Great Thousand Thunder Palm. It absorbs the power of Heavenly Thunder and destroys the world. However, with Shi Long's current strength, he can only absorb five or six hundred Heavenly Thunders at most. Of course, five or six Hundreds of thunders gathered together, and their power was extremely terrifying.

The vortex of ten thousand thunders instantly came to the top of Huang Xiaolong's head, and while it was spinning, it devoured Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong's eyes were cold, and when he was about to shoot, suddenly, the golden horn calf opened his mouth and spit, and countless purple thunders rolled, blasting the vortex of thousands of thunders until not even a trace of slag was left.

Immediately, the golden horn calf's butt turned, the ox's tail was swept away, and a thunder whip formed by a purple thunder slashed towards Shi Long.

Shi Long turned pale in shock, and patted his hands continuously, but he found that his large thousand thunder palms could not stop the purple thunder whip. Hide, this can be worthy to hide in the past.

The purple thunder and thunder whip swept the place where he stood before, slap! The whole mountain shook violently, and a huge crack that was hundreds of miles long appeared.

Everyone's heart jumped wildly, and they all looked at the golden horn calf in amazement.

Suddenly, Huang Xiaolong and Golden Horn Calf looked into the distance at the same time, their eyes condensed, this breath! It is the powerhouse of the ancestors! An Ancestral God is coming! (To be continued. "This text is provided by the Breaking Dawn Update Team x-on:銗芗梦華" If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is the author's greatest motivation.)