Chapter 353
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Long Bufan's pitch-black eyes didn't show the slightest trace of panic in the face of such a dense horde of beasts. Instead, he executed the Black Devil Art Footwork and shuttled through the horde as if he was taking a leisurely stroll. His body flickered in and out of sight, leaving no trace behind. The iron sword in his hand danced swiftly and fiercely.
"Shua! Shua!! Shua!!! "
Every sudden flash of sword light swept out with the force of a thunderbolt, piercing towards the necks of the Iron-Horned Bulls.
The sharp sword aura instantly tore through the thick cowhide and cut open the blood vessels on the neck. Blood instantly flowed out from the wound and shot out like a fountain!
Long Bufan quickly withdrew his sword. His figure was like a breeze as he avoided the blood that was shot at him.
As for the huge bull that was pierced by the iron sword, its huge body fell to the ground with a loud bang, its blood splattering everywhere.
In the dusky tower level, a ghost-like human figure rampaged through the horde of Iron-Horned Bulls. Long Bufan was like an unsheathed sword, brazenly tearing open a bloody path.
"Is this kid really just an outer palace disciple?!"
The purple-robed elder lay in front of the bronze mirror, his gaze trembling. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
In the mirror's reflection, the youth's figure was abnormally brazen as he charged into the horde of Iron-Horned Bulls. He was like a hungry wolf charging into a flock of sheep, standing proudly. The sharp sword light was like sharp teeth, accurately slicing open the arteries on the bulls' necks. Although his strange footwork wasn't flashy, he was able to accurately avoid the sharp horns piercing towards him.
Under the purple-robed elder's shocked gaze, Long Bufan crazily harvested the horde of Iron-Horned Bulls. Each strike was fiercer than the previous one, causing a scalding rain of blood!
Long Bufan's entire body was splattered with blood, but it was as if he didn't notice. The unpleasant smell of blood pervaded the air. Long Bufan had even gotten used to this smell. It stimulated the hidden bloodlust in his heart, and each strike was fiercer than the previous one.
"Roar —!!"
When the last beast's roar dissipated, Long Bufan's body continuously shifted before he finally stopped. At this time, the Yuan Power in his body had been completely exhausted.
His face was slightly pale as he turned around to look at the beast corpses on the ground. The huge bodies were scattered on both sides, and it was extremely shocking.
Long Bufan looked at the blood sword in his hand and muttered to himself in a low voice, "There were one hundred and thirty-five Iron-Horned Bulls, but I struck out a total of two hundred and twenty-five times. The hit rate is only about fifty percent."
"My hit rate is too low. The speed of my sword strikes and my movement technique can't be perfectly coordinated. At the same time, my reaction speed needs to be improved!"
Long Bufan said while gasping for breath. As usual, he reflected on his own shortcomings.
Just as Long Bufan was dissatisfied with the accuracy of his strikes, the elder in the secret room was already dumbstruck. At this moment, he felt as if his worldview had collapsed. Is this guy still human?
Turning around, Long Bufan walked towards the passageway to the third level of the iron tower. Both his feet stepped on a pool of blood, causing the ground to splatter with blood. Long Bufan had a thoughtful look on his face, "The first level's magical beast is the Blood Spider, and its strength is around the Heavenly Yuan Stage. The second level's Iron-Horned Bulls are level five magical beasts, which are equivalent to Yuan Dan Stage fighters. The difficulty is much higher than the first level, which means that the next four levels will be much more dangerous."
Thinking of this, Long Bufan's face didn't reveal any panic. Instead, it revealed a look of anticipation.
This kind of true life and death experience could better stimulate the body's potential. Of course, the prerequisite was that he had to survive.
"I've already died once. In this life, how can I die so easily again?"
Long Bufan lightly exhaled. Sitting in the passageway between the second and third level of the iron tower, he slightly closed his eyes. The energy extracted from the primal crystal stones flowed through his body like a tide. This wonderful feeling of immediately replenishing after exhausting all his energy made Long Bufan somewhat intoxicated.
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