Longevity Martial Arts: Beginning with Sword Drawing

Chapter 95 Impossible, absolutely impossible!
The saber-toothed silver-striped tiger roared and screamed, struggling but couldn't break free. Seeing the rapid loss of vitality, there was nothing he could do.

Holding the Eight-faced Han Sword, Lin Bei ran wildly with both legs, like a wild beast facing a saber-toothed silver-striped tiger. A long ravine was plowed into the ground, and it slammed back hard.

Boom!

The two ghost corpses were unable to avoid them, and they were knocked off their backs.

"Shout!"

The ghost corpse with full vitality avoided the impact, roared, waved its sharp claws, set off a strong wind, and slapped towards Lin Bei.

Lin Bei jumped up suddenly, and kicked the saber-toothed silver-striped tiger flying upside down with both legs. With the force of the rebound, he drew out the sharp sword with a swipe, turned around and slashed out with the sword!
The sword's edge was cold and bright, roaring and exploding, and clashed with the claws of the ghost corpse attacking from behind for a moment.

Ding bang!

After the violent and brief explosion, Lin Bei slid backwards, and the electric explosion sounded under his feet, his figure suddenly deflected, and an afterimage passed by, heading towards the other two ghost corpses!
After all, Lin Bei was only slightly better than Qi and Blood Consummation. He had also relied on the sharpness of the Eight-faced Han Sword to cut off one of the saber-toothed silver-striped tiger's teeth before injuring it.

Then the saber-toothed silver-striped tiger was shot and wounded by the divine machine crossbow, and was quickly killed with more injuries.

Facing uninjured ghost corpses with full vitality and blood, it might be difficult to kill them in a short time.

And there are two ghost corpses at the eighth level of qi and blood waiting in front of them. In this case, killing the weaker one first is the kingly way.

Lin Bei's figure was like lightning, and he set off a gust of howling wind, approaching the two knocked-off ghost corpses in the blink of an eye.

"Great opportunity, God help me too!"

Lin Bei's eyes lit up. At this moment, the two ghost corpses were separated by several feet, and it was difficult to encircle him in a short time.

"One move to kill you!"

Lin Bei's eyes burst into a fierce light, his feet stomped wildly, and his figure pushed sideways to approach one of the ghost corpses.

"Roar!!"

Seeing Lin Bei approaching, the ghost corpse was still brave enough to charge towards him, its sharp minions gleaming coldly, and the corpse's stench filled the air.

As a ghost, its intelligence is not as good as that of an animal, and only slightly stronger than a puppet.

Even if he knew that he was invincible, he didn't have any fear.

Lin Bei raised the sword in his hand and slashed fiercely with the eight-sided Han sword. The light of the sword hung upside down like a silver moon, and instantly cut the charging ghost corpse in two.

The ghost corpse's high defense and resistance ability did not play much role in the face of Lin Bei's eight-faced Han sword that cut iron like mud.

Before, they relied on having two great blood and complete combat power to serve as the main force, and they could still contain one or two.

Facing Lin Bei alone at this moment, he would hate Huang Quan with just one sword strike.

After slaying the eighth level ghost corpse with one sword, Lin Bei did not hesitate, turned around and slashed out again.

With sharp claws flying across the air, he clashed with the long sword again. Lin Bei took advantage of the momentum to fly back again, and his figure swept towards the last ghost corpse with eight levels of vitality.

"Shout!!!"

The full-blooded ghost became frantic, roaring again and again, and the voice was mixed with anger and uneasiness.

Although its intelligence is not high, it also finds that something is wrong at this moment.

If Lin Bei killed the last ghost corpse with eight levels of qi and blood and turned his head to deal with it, then it would be in danger.

Instinctive anxiety makes it manic and anxious.

However, its intelligence is limited, and it can't think of any way for a while, so it can only chase after Lin Bei.

Lin Bei didn't care about its howling at all, holding the Eight-Faced Han Sword, and rushed towards the remaining eight-level ghost corpse with vitality and blood.

The ghost corpse with eight levels of qi and blood and low intelligence also charged towards Lin Bei. The two sides rushed to each other and collided with each other suddenly.

Ding bang!

Ripples in the air vibrated, and the ghost corpse's sharp claws were cut off by Lin Bei's Eight-faced Han Sword.

puff!
The head flew high, spun like a top, crossed a high parabola, and rolled down into the pile of corpses in the distance.

"the last one!"

Lin Bei turned around suddenly, his eyes undiminished, looking at the attacking claws.

Holding the sword in both hands, Lin Bei's body was full of energy and blood, and his muscles turned into a strong bow that was fully stretched. In an instant, infinite power burst out, and the sword suddenly slashed out!

Ding bang!

The sharp claws and sharp sword collided with each other, and the sound of metal clashing was dull and ear-piercing.

The two figures stepped back a few feet each, and two long footprints and scratches slipped from their feet.

"The sharp claws of this ghost corpse should have been specially tempered..."

Lin Bei didn't know much about the method of ghost corpses, but looking at the hardness of the claws of this ghost corpse, he knew that they must have been specially tempered, and their sharpness and hardness were much stronger than ordinary ghost corpses.

"However, even so, how many swords can I resist!"

With confident eyes, Lin Bei held the Eight-faced Han sword and continued to attack the ghost corpse fiercely!

The sharpness of the Eight-faced Han sword, and the claws and teeth of alien beasts with full vitality can be cut off. Even the specially tempered and strengthened claws of ghost corpses are still unable to match it.

However, Lin Bei didn't always confront him head-on.

While suppressing it with super explosive power, he also used his speed advantage to "cut the flesh" of this ghost corpse!
Whoosh!

stab-

Lin Bei shook the ghost corpse with a sword, but his wrist suddenly twisted, the sword turned sharply, and the sharp point of the sword slashed across the ghost corpse's arm, cutting a deep bone-deep cut.

The ghost roared again and again, waved its sharp claws, set off the stench of corpses, and came towards Lin Bei to fight.

Lin Bei fought steadily, and now there is only one person left with full vitality and blood. There is no need for him to pursue a quick kill, but to face it head-on.

Ding bang!Ding bang!Ding bang!

stab-

stab-

When the speed of the ghost corpse was suppressed, Lin Bei's sword would draw a wound from time to time.

However, within a dozen strokes, there were four or five more wounds.

Its roar became more and more intense, and it was brave enough to fight towards Lin Bei. Unfortunately, when the speed was suppressed and the defense was restrained by the Eight-faced Han Sword, this kind of struggle was meaningless.

After dozens of moves.

puff-

Lin Bei slashed fiercely with his sword from top to bottom. The edge of the sword rolled up sharply, cutting through the defense of the ghost corpse instantly, and a ditch was cut out of the shriveled and hard skin.

In an instant, the body split into two halves and fell to the ground!

"Finally dead..."

Lin Bei panted heavily and looked around.

I saw that there was a burst of shouting and killing from all sides, the rush was fierce, blood was sprayed from time to time, and the swords collided and exploded.

However, with him as the center, a vacuum area is formed.

As if there was a tacit understanding, the fighting stopped three feet away, as if there was an invisible wall blocking the entire battlefield!
Lin Bei stands proudly in this vacuum area, covered in blood, but his eyes are as sharp as knives, making no one dare to look at him!
……

Behind the army of alien beasts.

"Damn! Damn! It's so hateful!"

The black-clothed boy clenched his fists with five fingers, holding the copper bell, and his finger bones were faintly white. He roared again and again, with an angry face: "I'm a ghost, completely restrained by this guy!"

His ghost corpse defense is astonishing, comparable to copper skin and iron bones, it is difficult to chop with ordinary swords, and with corpse poison, it is not inferior to ordinary qi and blood.

However, his ghost corpse's speed was suppressed, his defense was restrained by the Eight-faced Han Sword, and his corpse poison was completely useless and completely restrained.

This made him very frustrated.

"What to do! What to do! This kid has already killed the entire battlefield, and now no one dares to surround and kill him!"

The black-clothed boy looked anxiously at the green-clothed boy.

"This man is wearing armor, and he is not afraid of being besieged by ordinary people. The sharp sword in his hand cuts iron like mud, and in addition, he has a combat power that surpasses ordinary vitality..."

The young man in green looked at the tall and straight figure standing proudly in the battlefield with a vacuum all around him, shook his head, and said in a bitter tone, "This time the beast siege...failed!"

"Failed!?"

The boy in black was shocked and angry: "Impossible! Absolutely not!"

"No, we didn't fail! I, we still have a chance!"

The boy in black roared wildly and shook his head violently.

(End of this chapter)