Juggernaut should have meat costumes

[Overlord Color Domineering (Gold)]

【Barbarian Bloodline (Gold)】

[Ghost Hand (Black): Soul-thirsty Hand, Ghost Slash, Kazan of Soul Blade]

【Reinforced Iron Bone (Bronze) (Consummation)】

【Battle Cry (Silver)】

【Jump Slash (Silver)】

Compared with the past, Huang Xing's skills have increased by three more, among which the steel and intuition are about to lose their shape.

However, compared to skills, Huang Xing's basic attributes have changed even more.

Strength +59, Dexterity +28, Constitution +85, Vitality +76.

Bravery +10, Will +20, Coercion +10, Perception +10.

Anger +20, Sharpness +3, Sword Mastery +20, Basic Swordsmanship +20, Physical Defense +20.

"Strength has increased from 38 to 59, constitution has increased from 58 to 85, and blood has increased from 35 to 76. Now my strength has doubled."

It can only be said that barbarian fighters are indeed much stronger than barbarian blood fighters.

As for Huang Xing, who has the blood of the barbarian king, every time he improves, he can separate himself from other people by a large margin.

Of course, Huang Xing has a good bloodline, but he believes that there are absolutely many geniuses with good bloodlines in the world.

Even, in this world, there are definitely sons of gods, and those existences can even fight against the current Huang Xing by leapfrogging.

Therefore, although Huang Xing's strength has increased, he does not dare to be arrogant.

Ascension, it is very long to say, but in reality, it is only a few minutes.

During these few minutes, the ordinary barbarians didn't notice except that Huang Xing's body was much stronger. They didn't know that Huang Xing's strength had almost doubled.

As for Huang Xing, he ignored the others, and looked at the fog outside the totem pole.

Chapter 76 Trap, Come!

Looking outside the totem pole, Huang Xing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, during the period of my ascension, the fog was very quiet."

The mist is indeed quiet, after being pulled out one by one by Huang Xing's ghostly hands, the mist is very quiet until now.

But such a quiet, Huang Xing did not relax, he always felt that this was the calm before the storm.

And Wu Zhu's thoughts were similar to Huang Xing's. In addition to letting Huang Xing stand up and inspiring and stabilizing people's hearts, he also sternly told the patrolling soldiers to be careful.

Time, in such a careful defense, slowly passed.

Soon, half an hour passed. During this process, the mist remained silent, and the people in the village naturally did not dare to go out. They were waiting for the sun to rise.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Huang Xing did not sit idle. This increase in strength was too huge. In a short period of time, Huang Xing was somewhat unable to control his body.

Fortunately, there was no movement in the mist, leaving Huang Xing a little time.

During this short period of time, Huang Xing stood beside the totem pole, holding an iron sword, and practiced basic sword skills.

Although this kind of swordsmanship is basic, it is precisely because of the foundation that Huang Xing can perfectly digest what he has gained.

After half an hour of sword practice, Huang Xing finally controlled his own strength perfectly.

For the last sword, Huang Xing held the sword in both hands and swept forward. When the sword came out, it was ordinary and not very fast.

But it was just such a sword that made the air explode, and there were even more waves of air. Obviously there was no contact, but the objects in front of Huang Xing were swept away ten meters away by this ordinary sword.

With such a sword, Huang Xing finally showed some smiles on his face.

"Finally, I have controlled my own strength."

"Now I can lift a car with my bare hands. Counting my skills, I can be regarded as a little superman in the real world."

"But it's not enough. In this world, I'm still too weak."

Huang Xing was very happy to see his strength improved.

But precisely because of his improved strength, Huang Xing had a better understanding of the strength of the swordsman in white in his memory.

Although he still couldn't see through it, it was just like this that made Huang Xing understand that the water in this world is very deep, and now he is just a small shrimp.

And just when Huang Xing controlled his own power, suddenly, the totem pole next to Huang Xing suddenly lit up with a bloody light.

"What's going on, is there an evil attack?"

"It just so happens that I have mastered my own power, so I can fight the evil one more time."

The sudden change caused Huang Xing to fight, and the other villagers also clenched their weapons.

However, it is not such a coincidence. Although the change of the totem pole is related to Xie Chong, it is not Xie Chong's attack.

Wu Zhu, soon found out something, and stopped everyone.

"Wait, it's not an attack, it's someone passing a message."

After saying this, Huang Xing saw that Wu Zhu, after dancing a weird dance, lay down on the totem pole and listened carefully.

After a while, he got up from the ground.

It's just that this time, his face is ugly and scary.

But he was worthy of being an old Jianghu, and soon, his face returned to normal, and there was even some joy on his face.

"Clansmen, there is good news. Wang Ting's people are coming soon. We are saved."

"As long as it lasts for a while, we'll be safe."

Such words immediately made the clansmen cheer.

However, only Huang Xing, because he was so close, felt that things were not simple.

And Wu Zhu quickly pulled Huang Xing aside, with a sad face, he said to Huang Xing:

"There is a big trouble. The one who sent the message just now was not from the royal court, but from another village, but the last message sent by the witches there was...they didn't keep it."

Wu Zhu didn't say the rest, but Huang Xing already understood what Wu Zhu meant.