Chapter 438 (1/2)

Hearing Xie Hui's exclamation, Huang Xiaolong ignores the shock of the crowd. Then, hundreds of his arms hit again, and he blows out at the disciples of the heaven and earth cult around him.

All of a sudden, all over the sky fist seal, all over the world.

These disciples of the heaven and earth God cult looked at the boundless fist marks, their eyes were frightened, despairing, flustered, and wanted to escape.

However, even the elders of Qiankun cult could not escape Huang Xiaolong's attack. How can these disciples escape.

”Huang Xiaolong, dare you!” High above, Xie Hui roared.

But as soon as his voice fell, those disciples of the heaven and earth cult were hit by Huang Xiaolong's all over the sky fist, without exception, all of them flew away.

It was a bloodbath.

”Huang Xiaolong, I will kill you!” Xie Hui, Chen Xiaofeng and others looked at the scene and roared, their eyes red with blood.

These disciples are not the core disciples of the heaven and earth cult. Their talents are all the best, and many of them can be said to be the most talented disciples in a thousand years.

However, they were all cultivated by heaven and earth deities with a lot of hard work. Most of them were born with nine or ten levels, and some were still semi holy or semi holy peaks.

But now, unexpectedly!

Tens of thousands of the most core and most talented disciples of the heaven and earth Shinto cult were unexpectedly defeated by Huang Xiaolong!

Xie Hui had a long gray sword in his hand. On the body of the sword, there were black marks, while on the handle, there was a black skeleton.

As soon as the gray sword appeared, the terror of death shrouded the four sides, and the people only felt that they had entered the world of death.

”Yes, the sword of death!”

”Sword of death!”

At the Qingxu gate, the experts of Baifeng building exclaimed.

The sword of the God of death is the weapon of the God of death under the king of ghosts in ancient times. It is said that this sword was made by the God of death by immersing the bones of countless powerful people in the God Kingdom and the minerals of the divine world in the ghost land for 1000 years.

On the day of refining, the sky was dark and the earth was dark in a hundred thousand miles. All of them were shrouded in gray stillness, crying and howling.

The God domain that died under the sword of death, the strongman of holy land, can be described as piling up like a mountain.

Xie Hui held the sword of the God of death. His whole body trembled and roared. He suddenly swung out his sword and saw the poisonous corpse beetles attacking him fall on the ground.

In an instant, dozens of them were killed!

Xie Hui drives back the poisonous corpse beetle, turns his head and cuts off Huang Xiaolong with a sword.

”Die!” At this time, his eyes had completely turned gray, and the gray stillness swept like a huge wave.

Huang Xiaolong is shocked. Instead of taking Shi Xiaofei, Huang Xiaolong dodges the other side's sword of death. The sword of death kills on the ground. The ground suddenly trembles violently and splits a huge Rift Valley, which is filled with death.

All the members of the Qingxu sect retreated again.

Today's scene has repeatedly shocked and surprised people.

First of all, the ancient evil skill of the God of death, followed by the Xumi skill, the first one lost for tens of thousands of years, and now the sword of death, which controls death, appears.

No matter Xie Hui or Huang Xiaolong, they were too shocked.