When Zhu Lingwu used the Thunder Palm and stalked, his heart was also beating rapidly to drive blood flow, helping Zhu Lingwu transport the qi and blood power in his body to his footsteps and hands.

A real martial arts master battle is actually just a few rounds. The so-called battle of 300 rounds can only be a fantasy description in the novel.

Therefore, no matter how powerful a martial arts master is, he will never be able to achieve a thousand horses when facing thousands of troops. He can only use techniques such as light skills to escape from the battlefield, otherwise he will inevitably die at the hands of the soldiers because of exhaustion.

The higher the intensity of the battle, the faster the consumption of qi and blood in the body. Now, in order to resist the attack of Xuanming ghost head and Xuanming ghost claws, soul thoughts also need to drive current to block the invasion of ghost energy.

Zhu Lingwu had already felt that he had reached his limit. After all, his body was just an eight-year-old doll. Even if he had a witch god body, his heart was still a little fragile and it was impossible for him to beat at high speed for a long time to support him in the battle.

The internal martial arts of martial arts condense essence and blood in the heart, which was originally a kind of cultivation of the heart. Therefore, in the legends of many monsters, there is always a saying that people can eat, because human hearts are indeed the gathering of the essence of ordinary human energy.

Now the disadvantage of Zhu Lingwu's martial arts practice for too short has finally emerged. Even though his talent is very good, he opened the Ren and Du meridians in just half a year and realized the qi and blood circulation of the small circle.

Even some meridian acupoints in the Great Zhoutian were opened up to twenty or thirty. This cultivation speed made Liu Ping a martial arts genius. However, after all, he had only been practicing for more than half a year. Although his essence and blood were condensed in his heart, the heart was not infiltrated with much essence and blood, so he could not withstand such high-intensity and long-term battles.

Now his heart beating gradually slowed down, and his mouth was slightly breathing, his face and even his neck were red, which also meant that his thunder palm power was not as strong as it was at the beginning.

In this way, his strength to compete with the Xuanming Ghost Heads and Xuanming Ghost Claws was also somewhat insufficient. The agile body technique brought by the fast-moving Yanjie under his feet gradually slowed down, which means that he will be attacked more and can only use palm techniques to resist, but cannot use body techniques to dodge.

The most troublesome thing is that Zhu Lingwuzhao blocked the power grid that blocked the invasion of ghost energy, and was also becoming thinner and thinner under the invasion of ghost energy. If there was no protection of the power grid, after the invasion of ghost energy, Zhu Lingwu would probably not be able to stop the attack of the Xuanming ghost head at all.

As time passed by, the entire room was still like an independent world under the influence of the talisman, making it impossible for outsiders to know what was happening inside.

Zhu Lingwu is already making the final support here, but the "rumble" thunder sound from the Thunder Palm seems to be low and weak.

On the other side, the pharmacist Meng was hit by Zhu Lingwu's palm, and his condition seemed very strange. Under the illumination of the yellowish light released by some treasure on his neck, others could see his face clearly.

From the surface, there were no scars on his head, but his expression seemed very strange, his eyes were dull, expressionless, his eyes were full of blood, and his body was swaying in place, as if he could turn over to the ground at any time.

Zhu Lingwu knew in his heart that his palm would definitely break Meng Yaoshi's head. He felt the sound of Meng Yaoshi's head shattering, and the power contained in that palm must have shaken Meng Yaoshi's brain. He just didn't know whether the damage to his brain would be enough to make him fatal.

Although the little white fox cursed Zhu Lingwu in his heart, he also knew that it must do its best to uncover the talisman on the wall at this time. If Zhu Lingwu is dead, the five skulls will never be able to let it go.

So it also accelerated its speed of movement. With its limbs moving quickly, it came along the wall to the talisman, released the spiritual power contained in its body through its tail, and swept towards the talisman that was flashing with light as its tail swings.

Under Zhu Lingwu's urging, the little white fox jumped four times in a row. The spiritual power it released through its tail finally disrupted the frequency of the talisman absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. So the talisman suddenly darkened and turned into an ordinary thick velvet paper again, and it slipped down from the wall directly.

The slippage of this talisman seemed like a sign, which also caused continuous changes in the original situation in the room.

The little white fox swept the talisman behind and jumped and rushed to the corner away from the wall. It knew that it could only do this.

In order to lift the spell off the wall, it was too tired, and the spiritual power in its body was consumed even more, which was no worse than a battle.

The pharmacist Meng, who was originally swaying in the spot, suddenly had a large amount of blood beads flowing out from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears. Then the protective light emitted by some treasure on his body dissipated, and he rushed to the ground straight.

Zhu Lingwu obviously felt the five Xuanming ghost heads surrounding him, and seemed to pause for a moment. Unfortunately, these five Xuanming ghost heads did not undergo a huge change as he imagined.

Instead, they stepped up their attacks against Zhu Lingwu as if they were stimulating. The original skeleton heads of the five Xuanming ghost heads were still afraid that Zhu Lingwu would shoot out the power contained in the Thunder Palm. They would often take the initiative to avoid it before Zhu Lingwu's palm power approached.

Now they began to rush into Zhu Lingwu's palm regardless of it, biting Zhu Lingwu's palm, which made Zhu Lingwu able to retreat and dodge.

As the other party grew, Zhu Lingwu's defense became a little confused, but five Xuanming ghost leaders surrounded him. Even if Zhu Lingwu wanted to escape, it would be a little difficult.

"Young Master, you are so safe!"

Seeing that Zhu Lingwu was about to be unable to hold on, Liu Ping's cry came from behind the wall that had lost the talisman prohibition.

Then the wooden wall, which had no sound of the talisman shield, suddenly became black. In just a few breaths, the wall seemed to be torn by a beast, split into pieces, and a hole appeared.

Then, a red sword light flew over from the hole and directly penetrated into the ghost fog formed by the light green ghost energy. The scorching sword energy was like a gust of wind, which tore open a gap by the ghost fog condensed by the ghost energy.

In a blink of an eye, Liu Ping was already flying through the hole with a knife. He was still wearing armor. It was obvious that he was sleeping in a battle robe tonight, and he was also worried about what would happen tonight.

Unfortunately, he didn't expect that the pharmacist Meng would use such means to sneak into Zhu Lingwu's room, leaving him next door, but he could not hear the movement here at all.

Seeing the scene in Zhu Lingwu's room, Liu Ping's heart couldn't help but jump up. The Xuanming ghost head and Xuanming ghost claws that were hovering around Zhu Lingwu made an anxious look flash in his eyes.
Chapter completed!