353: C353 unsheathed sword

C353 unsheathed sword

Facing such a black mass of beasts, Long Bufan's black eyes did not hold even a trace of panic. Instead, he used the Mysterious Devil Art footwork and casually walked amongst the huge cattle like he was strolling in the park, his body constantly flashing about, without leaving a trace, as he fiercely brandished the iron sword in his hands.2

"Shua!" Swish! "Swish!"

Every sword light that appeared swept out with the force of thunder, piercing straight towards the Bull's horn's neck.

The sharp sword beam instantly pierced through the thick skin and cut into the blood vessels on the neck. The gaping wound immediately formed a pillar of blood as it shot out!

Long Bufan quickly retracted his sword, his figure like a cool breeze dodging the blood that was shooting towards him.

As for the huge bull that had been stabbed by the iron sword, its huge body crashed to the ground, blood splattering everywhere.

In the dusky tower, a ghost-like human figure charged straight into the group of Bull's horn. Long Bufan was like a unsheathed sword, brazenly ripping a bloody path open.

"This kid, is he really just a Outer Palace Disciples?!"

The violet-robed man was sprawled out in front of the mirror, his eyes trembling. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

He stood there proudly like a hungry wolf that had charged into a flock of sheep. The sharp sword beams were like sharp teeth, and every sword accurately cut open the blood vessels of the cow's neck. Although the strange footwork was not extravagant, but it was always able to avoid the sharp horns that pierced over.

Under the stunned gaze of the purple-robed elder, Long Bufan crazily harvested this group of Bull's horn.

Long Bufan's body was already drenched in blood, as though he did not know what was going on, his sword raised up as he swung it down. The pungent smell of blood pervaded the air. Long Bufan was already used to this smell, it stimulated the bloodlust that was lurking in his heart.

"Ahh!"

Only when the last roar of the beast dissipated did Long Bufan finally stop changing his body. At this point in time, the spirit energy in his body had already been completely used up.

With a slightly pale face, he turned his head to look at the beast corpses on the ground. His enormous body was scattered on both sides. One look at him was enough to shock anyone.

Long Bufan looked at the blood sword in his hand and muttered to himself: "There are one hundred and thirty-five Bull's horn s in total, I have paid a total of two hundred and twenty-five swords, and my chance of hit is only about fifty percent."

"My accuracy is too low. The speed of my attack and my movement technique cannot be perfectly coordinated. At the same time, my reaction speed needs to be improved!"

Long Bufan said while gasping for breath, reflecting on his shortcomings as usual.

Just as Long Bufan was not satisfied with the accuracy of his sword attack, the elder in the secret room was stunned. At that moment, he felt as if his world had collapsed, is this fellow even human?

As he turned around, Long Bufan walked towards the pathway that led to the third floor. Both of his feet stepped on a pool of blood, causing blood to spray all over the ground, but Long Bufan seemed to be deep in thought: "The demonic beasts of the first floor are Bloodspider s, their strength is around the Sky Origin Stage. The second floor's demonic beasts are level 5 beasts, which is equivalent to an Origin Core martial artist.

Thinking about it, Long Bufan's face could not help but reveal no panic, but instead a look of anticipation.

This kind of true life or death experience was the best way to stimulate the potential within the body. Of course, the prerequisite was to survive.

"I've already died once. How could I, in this life, die so easily again?"

Long Bufan exhaled lightly and sat in the passage between the second and third floor. He closed his eyes slightly and the energy from the primeval stone surged through his body like a tide.

Within the deathly still and sealed Law Enforcement Tower, Long Bufan was like an old monk sitting in meditation. However, he was constantly vigilant about his surroundings, especially those three pitch-black iron gates.

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