at the same time.

The gray-white powder traced through the air, vaguely forming a monster-shaped outline. From the outline, a skeleton with a sword and a shield jumped out and slashed at him with one strike.

This level of power?

Taiping Dao Master, who controlled Zhu Dali, was a little surprised. He was not surprised by the power of this knife, but by its weakness. This was not consistent with the dangerous atmosphere brought by the terrifying vision. It was definitely not able to take away the snake.

The power of selling surplus.

clang!

Thinking continues and so does action.

It's too slow to say it was a flash of light, just a fleeting thought.

The moment the straight knives crossed each other, another straight knife had already penetrated the round shield and shattered the skeleton's body. The force of the knife was like a roaring tornado, twisting the skeleton into pieces.

In the sky full of gray and white bone fragments, the fat body only took one step back and then stopped. The figure moved from extreme to extreme, like a sculpture in an instant.

The gray-white bone fragments from the shattered skull were like coarse sand, falling quietly and making a rustling sound right at the place where the sword was cut.

This wonderful control of power intoxicated Zhu Dali, who let go of his body control.

Every time the Taoist Master appears with one billionth of his thoughts, it is the most rewarding moment for him. Every battle in which the Taoist Master appears is enough for him to ponder over and over again every detail of the battle.

, which benefited him a lot.

It might be an exaggeration to say that you can make a thousand miles in a day... but there is no problem in saying that you can reach a level every time you fight.

At this time, Zhu Dali "saw" that his body was moving again. He twisted the soles of his feet and moved sideways. The long knife in his hand just turned slightly, and the knife jumped up. He had a comfortable feeling of flowing like clouds and water, as if he was in the most appropriate place.

In this environment, every muscle mass is placed in the appropriate position and exerts the appropriate force...and then move forward!

Go forward!

In front is a skeleton of white bones that jumps out from the trajectory drawn by the gray and white bone fragments. Its bones are intact, strong, and highly textured. A bone gun in its hand lights up the sky with stars.

Zhu Dali alone cannot withstand such a spear move.

But at this moment, the long knife was just a mistake in the air. The two zigzag trajectories were agile and sharp, like a flying rainbow comet with its tail curling into the sky, sweeping away all the cold stars.

Zhu Dali felt that his bloated body was extremely agile at this moment. The bone spear that was constantly being cut off protruded forward, penetrated the flying bone spurs, and instantly collided with the white skeleton——

brush!

The sword flashed past.

Every bone of this skeleton has been clearly separated...a total of two hundred and six.

Especially on these bones, there is not even a trace of unnecessary knife marks.

Even when cutting tofu, it is difficult to cut it so evenly.

It's amazing!

At this moment, the fear in Zhu Dali's heart about what happened to Shegu Yu suddenly dissipated a lot. The Taoist master is here, and the gods and ghosts retreat!

But for Taiping Dao Master who controls this body... this is just a basic use of the edge, not a wonderful sword technique at all.

Compared with Douzhao's sword skills, where is this?

What Jiang Wang is really concerned about is the changes in the skeleton in front of him - where does it come from, why does it appear, how does it dissipate and then reunite again and again? Can it be interrupted? How many times can it be reunited? Each time it reunites

Afterwards, the strength is even greater than before... by how much?

Fighting is sometimes just a process of validating your thinking.

Click! Click! Click!

This time Jiang Wang did not completely chop the skeleton into pieces, but the completely separated bones were still reunited in some way that he could not detect yet - there was a joint bone among them that he had stepped on deliberately.

On the soles of the boots, what was covered with Dao Yuan disappeared without a trace, returning to the reunited skeletons.

This time, the skeleton has red blood streaks in addition to the white bones, and its shape is strange and sinister. It holds a long bow in its hand, with the spine as the bow body and the blood vessels as the long strings.

There are also three long arrows, three medium-long arrows, and three short arrows... The nine arrows are held together, all on the string.

In the blue and black blood vessels, blood surged like a tide.

Rumble!

Then the bone arrow was lifted from the string!

Jiang Wang controlled Zhu Dali's body, moved his body lightly, and walked with arrows in front of him.

This is indeed a ferocious archery skill, but compared with Li Fengyao and Li Longchuan, it is far behind.

Ding!

The pale bone arrow with bloodshot eyes was nailed to the sideways blade.

Zhu Dali's fat body took a step back, his long knife still trembling.

It's not that this arrow is very powerful, but it is indeed close to the ultimate power of the demon general level. It is beyond the reach of Zhu Dali's own strength.

Skeletons are getting stronger and stronger!

Even Zhu Dali has a clear feeling about this.

But he felt that he was still moving forward, strolling through the courtyard amidst the ear-piercing screams. He just casually shook his head, and the arrow grazed the fat on his cheek.

Another leap forward, the frosty wind passed over the blade...

Once the frost wind passes, everything will wither, even the bone meal will no longer exist.

Can they still be reunited?

Still possible!

This time, there was no longer even a trace. A monster with decayed flesh and bones and a dilapidated skin appeared out of thin air.

Her gender is unclear, her face is blurred, and she doesn't have much meat on her body, but she has a pair of hands with clear joints and clear texture.

The evil spirit of blood rose up around him, rising into the sky and gathering clouds.

A pair of hands reached up to the sky, and when they came down, they pulled out a bloody sword twisted black.

The body spins like electricity, with a sword in the throat!

For a moment, Zhu Dali thought he was going to die on the spot, without any reason. But after a blink of an eye, he saw that his long knife had cut off the opponent's head.

The evolution of the battle to this moment was completely beyond his understanding. No matter how much he thought about it, he could not capture its subtlety.

But the skeleton actually resurrected from death and became stronger again.

This time, let alone the Taiping ghost, even a well-informed Taoist master like Taiping himself would be surprised.

Because what appeared in front of him at this time was a haggard and aging monster with a rotten appearance and a rickety body, but the outline could vaguely be seen... the appearance of a pig Dali!

The sickly and thin version, the aging version of Zhu Dali.

And he also made a sound for the first time. His old and painful voice sang, and the song said——
Chapter completed!