Earth's Martial Arts Era

Chapter 113 Power Unity (Subscribe)

Xiao Long seemed to be running in the snow, leaving a line of footprints on the ground.

The ghost saber cut through the air and aimed at the head of the city guard's ancient corpse.

He was highly concentrated, always on guard against the ancient corpses of the city guards running towards them.

"Roar!"

The withered mouth of the city guard ancient corpse opened its mouth again and roared.

He did not choose to avoid Xiao Long's Ghost Saber like before, but raised a hand to resist.

He knew that it would be impossible to keep Xiao Long and others without harming his precious body.

If he didn't take advantage of the fact that Lian Chong and the others had lost their power to move, he would have to wait for death after Lian Chong and the others recovered.

Because of the mental shock just now, he can only use it once.

Boom!
The ghost horse knife was like cutting a metal stone, and was bounced off the arm of the city guard's ancient corpse.

Xiao Long's mouth was numb and his arms were trembling.

This ancient corpse of the city guard is too tough, if it wasn't for the ghost horse knife being a second-class alloy weapon, it would have been scrapped in these few hacks if it was replaced with other ordinary weapons.

He couldn't bear the collision with the ancient corpse when he slashed with great force.

The ancient corpse kicked and pulled towards Xiao Long's lower abdomen.

This is the weakest place of the human body, but it is also the most densely defended.

Xiao Long stepped back to avoid the feet of the ancient corpse.

He obviously felt that the speed of the ancient corpse was not as fast as before.

It seems that the mental shock just now was a heavy burden on the city guard's ancient corpse.

"Come again!" Xiao Long yelled.

In my mind, I began to recall the scene when I learned how to control power in the Southern Wuhan University. The soft and small ones, he can make a clean cut, and the cross-section is smooth.

But for those larger ones that require more force to cut, he can't combine his strength and cut them in two.

Xiao Long was immersed in his spirit, realizing while chopping, he chopped down the ancient corpse of the city guard as if it were a huge stone.

Pom Pom!

The ancient corpse of the city guard fought against Xiao Long continuously, and he hit Xiao Long several times.

However, his body is only hard, and his strength is not strong. It is impossible to beat Xiao Long to death with a few punches.

Xiao Long's three-time ultimate strong body is also not weak in defense. Although it is not as good as the city guard's ancient corpse, it is far from being comparable to ordinary second-tier warriors.

Gradually, Xiao Long's momentum weakened when he drew his sword.

His control over power began to increase, more power could be bundled together, and his power began to concentrate.

Every time he slashed, the damage to the city guard's ancient corpse was even greater.

The city guard's ancient corpse raised its head to the sky and shouted angrily, the few sparse hairs on its head were pressed down by the strong wind.

Xiao Long still has that little strength, but he feels that Xiao Long is getting stronger and stronger.

The hand that was used to resist Xiao Long's saber had already been shattered into pieces, and it was pitted like sawtooth.

And Xiao Long's body also left a few palm prints, blood seeping through.

With a soft drink, Xiao Long's body shook, and he took several steps in the air.

The ghost saber seems to have the power to open up the world.

"Unity of power! Slash!"

He felt that with this knife, he could achieve the unity of power and double the power.

The withered face of the city guard's ancient corpse seemed to change color, and he was so shocked that he put his hands together to resist Xiao Long's shocking knife.

"Pfft!"

"clang!"

With two consecutive beeps, the first hand of the city guard's ancient corpse was severed, and the second hand was also severed.

With the same power, Xiao Long finally showed greater power.

"His cultivation has broken through?" Xiahou, who was sitting powerlessly on the ground, said in shock.

The combat technique he practiced was the stick technique, and he didn't know the power technique of the sword.

"No! He has integrated his powers into one, so that he can gather all the scattered powers together to attack and form a greater power."

Li Liping said that the power is united, gathering and dispersing freely, and Xiao Long understood it in the battle with the ancient corpse of the city guard.

Now even if a glass bottle is placed in front of Xiao Long, he can cut it in half, instead of cutting it into pieces all over the place.

The strength has not increased, but the formidable power it causes is even more astonishing.

Such is the power of seemingly useless tricks.

Before Xiao Long could be happy, one of the city guard's ancient corpses was beheaded regardless of his hand, and it hit Xiao Long's body while roaring.

bump!
While vomiting blood, Xiao Long flew out backwards.

"Damn!"

The ancient corpse roared angrily, feeling terrified and uneasy.

Xiao Long's strength seemed to be endless, he had not been exhausted after fighting for so long, on the contrary, he also used his body to control the magical use of strength.

Xiao Long had finished taking all the Qi and Blood Pills he had prepared. In fact, if there was no system, Xiao Long would have exhausted his Qi and Blood Power long ago.

The city guard ancient corpse was too difficult to deal with. If Xiao Long hadn't been a coward, he might not have been able to get him if he wasn't prepared enough pills.

He is invincible in defense, and after you are exhausted, you can only be slaughtered by the ancient corpses of the city guards.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Xiao Long stomped on the ground, his eyes lit up, and collided with the ancient corpse of the city guard again.

Fighting is the best way to improve.

Xiao Long's saber was bright and powerful, and after combining his strengths, his fight was not as strenuous as before.

With a flash of the saber, it either cut off a piece of flesh from the ancient city guard's corpse, or the blade sank into the body of the ancient city guard's corpse.

But just now, his blade could only cut a few inches.

The city guard's ancient corpse no longer roared. Up to now, his mental strength has been exhausted, and it is very difficult to control his body.

"Send you to the West!"

After cutting off the other hand of the city guard ancient corpse, Xiao Long's eyes flickered coldly.

It was hard to see with the naked eye, a piece of fine sand appeared on the tip of the ghost saber, and along with the ghost saber, it chopped towards the head of the city guard's ancient corpse.

Xiao Long was worried that cutting off the head of the city guard's ancient corpse would not kill his ghost, so he even used his broken talent for this knife.

puff!

As if cutting a watermelon, Xiao Long's knife cut from the head of the city guard's ancient corpse all the way to the lower abdomen, almost splitting it in half.

Lian Chong and the others were so startled that they almost jumped up. The power of Xiao Long's knife was beyond imagination.

Xiao Long had never doubted the power of the Shattering Talent, even if this knife split the city guard's ancient corpse in half, he would not be surprised.

Xiao Long seemed to hear a miserable howl.

"Stick to the will, I am worried that his spirit will not die."

Exhausting his last strength, Xiao Long reminded him.

Xiao Long was exhausted and fell to the ground, and the city guard's ancient corpse also fell to the ground.

Clicking desperately in my mind, I have to recover my mental strength first. Now the city guard's ancient corpse is dead, but he still has the identity of a ghost.

If the shattering talent can't destroy his spiritual origin, it will be troublesome to possess himself.

Xiao Long's words reminded Lian Chong Xiahou and the others, they didn't care about shocking the power of Xiao Long's last knife, they hurriedly paid attention to their surroundings.

Tens of breaths passed, but there was still no response.

Xiao Long heaved a sigh of relief and stood up at the same time. In fact, it only took him a few breaths to recover.

I have been pretending that I can't move, trying to lure the ghosts to come to him, but looking at him like this, he is really dead.

"Hmm..." A low cry of pain came, and Fang Xing woke up.

Lu Song grabbed his clothes: "Tell me! What's my name?"

He moved a little too much, and Fang Xing almost passed out again.

"Okay! Being possessed by a ghost won't be his expression."

Xiao Long smiled and reminded him that Su Xu's expression when he was possessed is still unforgettable to him.

Xiao Long was also injured, but it was not too serious, so he was not willing to use the healing pill.

After dealing with his injuries, and after Lian Chong recovered from the mental impact, Xiao Long walked towards the coffin with the knife in his hand.

(End of this chapter)