An art of the wind, shuttling in the wind track, every jump, constitutes a beautiful dance.

"Death is instantaneous."

The undead legion fell in pieces, and in the blink of an eye, a large area of the surrounding area had been emptied.

Huang Quan's eyes were split, his face was furious, and he shouted madly: "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill him for me, and all of them will go together! Tens of millions of legions, it is impossible to take a ninja There is no way!"

Under Huang Quan's order, countless stone puppets gathered and approached Bai Yu step by step.

The white feather body slid along with the wind rail, and each time it floated, it would increase the sharpness of the blade, and in the end, without swinging the knife, he could easily cut through the enemy with just the wind blade wrapped around the Kusanagi sword in his hand.

Once, twice, three times.

Ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times.

Step forward and slash, and every time you swing the long knife, it will increase the damage.

Every time he swung the sword, there was a trace of wind in the wind rail attached to the blade, and as the number of slashes gradually increased, Bai Yu's slashing became easier and easier.

Before you know it, you have already killed in the middle of the entire battlefield.

"So quickly, the poison has run out."

Bai Yu took out a dose of poison again and sprinkled it on the long sword.

Due to the blessing of the blade wind rail, the poison cannot soak into the blade, and can only flow along the flow of the wind on top of the wind scars wrapped in the outer layer.

White Feather controlled the wind marks on the sword, enveloping the poison in it.

"Three-second ......"

Bai Yu silently recited the time in his mouth, and at the beginning, the increase of the ten layers of wind rails could make the outer edge of the sword blade wrap a layer of wind marks with a thickness of about one centimeter, increasing the sharpness of the sword blade.

The maintenance time is three seconds, and now I don't know how many layers are wrapped, but I know that the range of wind marks has increased to more than fifty centimeters, nearly half a meter in size, and the length of the sword body has reached six or seven meters away.

The effect of the kicker is unknown, and the formula for calculating it is not clear.

This is the amplification of the forward slash, a special effect of swordsmanship in the sword art of resisting the wind.

The wind, as a means of attack, constantly relies on moving the wind track it touches, and constantly amplifies the long sword in his hand.

As the blade grows, the attack distance and strength increase.

The weight of the sword itself has not changed.

So, there is the following picture.

With the sliding step slashing again and again, Bai Yu's attack range is getting bigger and bigger, and the stone golems that sliding step kills more and more, and the stone golems that crawl out of the ground gradually can't catch up with the speed of Bai Yu's sweep.

Seeing this scene, Huang Quan trembled with anger, and kept summoning the ghost army to appear, Huang Quan shouted louder and louder, more and more frequently, but the speed at which the stone puppet appeared became slower and slower.

An hour, two hours......

The clock is ticking.

In the end, Huang Quan's hoarse voice was still calling, his eyes were blank and full of decadence, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, dripping on the ground and staining red.

Despite this, he was still shouting.

Calling for the sleeping undead in the distance, calling out to the endless abyss.

But the abyss did not favor him.

Or, whisper to him.

", there's no one for labor and management!"

No matter what the reason was, there were fewer and fewer stone puppets coming out anyway, and Bai Yu, who was in a state of excitement, gradually eased up, stopped, and walked to Huang Quan's side.

At this time, Huang Quan was already paralyzed on the ground and couldn't stand up.

Blood was dripping from his mouth, his throat was broken, and the tiny tentacles were constantly repairing his throat, and he could faintly hear Huang Quan's cry.

"Can you still call out some? Yellow Springs Necromancer Archmage! ”

Bai Yu squatted down, looked at Huang Quan's fiasco, his pale face, and asked expectantly, with a sincere expression on his face.

Huang Quan's eyes widened, his eyes turned white, his throat let out a low howl, and his face was full of unwillingness.

"I'm still 100,000 miles away......"

With a total of more than 600,000 sword draws, how many or few of these undead armies there are, Bai Yu doesn't know.

Killing too excitedly, feeling the increasingly powerful power in his body, Bai Yu directly forgot to count.

It's too easy to be fascinated by stepping forward.

Every time you enter the wind track, you don't need to spend the slightest force, everything is pushed by the wind, even the swing of the knife, it is also the help of the wind.

After a battle, Bai Yu still had the strength to speak, but the summoned great magician was directly tired.

This is the charm of the Swift Wind Kenhao, who can be happy at any time.

The wind will help you do everything.

In a normal state, just cutting people can make them tired and lie down.

Resist the wind and let the wind be the executioner.

The murderer, the non-human, is the wind.

"Let's see how many stone golems we've cut down this time."

The Kusanagi Sword in his hand still had some wind marks left, and with a wave of his hand, he cut off a stone golem and summoned it back.

"Sixteen points ...... more"

So low......

That's almost a stone golem that has cut down tens of thousands......

One knife or two in the early stage, hundreds of knives in the later stage, and a large area in one sweep.

The feeling of mowing the grass is extremely refreshing.

This is the happiness of a swordsman.

The sky gradually darkens, and time flies by as day falls from day to night.

The stone golem did not reward as many sword draws as expected.

Maybe it's because their strength and speed can't keep up with Bai Yu at all.

After comprehending the Wind Sword, Bai Yu's strength went to the next level, fighting a war of attrition, and he was completely accurate to the shadow, and the shadow level who was good at ninjutsu wanted to be able to rely on the wind wall for a period of time.

If the shadow-level powerhouse doesn't watch out for him, he may be killed by him in one fell swoop.

However, the likelihood of such a situation is very low.

"Ho Ho ......"

Huang Quan still tried to speak, and the remaining stone puppets were still approaching Bai Yu, and the dragon was angry and cursed in the seal of the underground palace.

It's a thing that doesn't fight, so many troops haven't been summoned yet, and my body can't bear it first.

Huang Quan didn't know dark medical ninjutsu at this time, and his self-healing ability was not strong, so it was really not easy to insist on accepting the power of the dragon for such a long time.

"Can you still summon?"

Seeing Huang Quan gasping for breath, Bai Yu asked excitedly.

He's alive! Still panting!

There are still 100,000 times left, and if you can continue to cut down puppets, it will be the same as practicing.

Hundreds of bottles of potions were prepared, and now there are seven bottles left, which is a big cost and a big harvest.

100,000 is almost the number of swords drawn by a shadow-level powerhouse.

Huangquan is not qualified enough.

Facing Bai Yu's questioning again, Huang Quan's face turned red, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes seemed to explode in an instant.

"Can it be?"

"Ho ......"

The response was a low roar of breaking wind.

"Poof."

Bai Yu got up and let go of the Kusanagi sword, the sword body fell, directly piercing Huang Quan's head, and countless tentacles tried to pull out the long sword, stained with bursts of green smoke from the blade.

This guy is useless.

In the end, Huang Quan's death brought Bai Yu nearly 20,000 rewards.

The elite is still at the ninja level, and if he is still alive, the reward should be even higher.

"Next, if you solve the monsters, it should be enough for a million."

Bai Yu muttered, he was quite satisfied with being able to complete the third stage of the knife drawing task this time.

Just after he executed Huang Quan, Maitreya, the witch Maitreya, suddenly appeared and looked at Bai Yu with an excited face.

Since Bai Yu fought with the stone puppet, she has been hiding in the shadows to observe, and after discovering that Bai Yu can deal with the undead legion, she finally determined the target.

Uchiha Hakuha is the savior of the country of ghosts!