fifth form

Chapter 2418 Qin General Terracotta

"Certainly!"

Holding the spiritual jade, Zhang Xuezhou was able to perform the acupuncture point determination technique relatively smoothly.

He could only use one or two percent of his mana, but the quality of his mana was extremely high, a world of difference compared to Zhang Xuezhou's mana a few years ago.

At that time, he was able to suppress the huge Hunyuan Wuji Array that involved three secret places, and now he obviously had no problem suppressing it.

It has to be said that the three techniques of determining acupuncture points, determining stars, and determining people are particularly suitable for quick learning.

As long as you are not afraid of death and choose a high difficulty level at the beginning, you can quickly master this technique. Even if you have only succeeded a few times, the level of this technique is already very high.

The acupuncture point determination technique was used again, and Zhang Xuezhou also suffered the same blow he had suffered before.

"This person should be Yang Duanhe from the Qin Dynasty. His swordsmanship is very unique. Sorry!"

When the monks fight head-on, they use all their strength to decide the outcome extremely quickly.

The white hair on the ground was spread out like a torn quilt. The flame that had never been extinguished was still burning slowly on the hair, dispelling the darkness around it, and a black-armored body pierced by countless white hairs emerged.

He was a warrior in black armor holding a sword, with a radiant glow. He was tall and sturdy, with shoulders as broad as door panels, an angular face, high brow bones, and a pair of eyes burning with phosphorescent fire that seemed to be able to see through everything in the darkness, and seemed to be filled with endless anger.

"This dragon scale sword was blessed by Yinglong with his blood, and it almost broke my three thousand whiskers!"

His Majesty shook his head, and countless long white hair continued to pierce and extend, piercing into every part of the black-armored warrior's body, and constantly destroying his body.

He glanced at Zhang Xuezhou and saw that his clothes were torn in several places, but his body was just red and swollen. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Even though he had made preparations in advance, His Majesty had no idea who his opponent was, so he had to make hasty changes when the two came into contact.

He prepared an extremely perfect and powerful attack, but he never knew that when the number of people breaking in here changed, the swordsmanship used by the opponent would also change.

Thousands of sword energies swept through, and His Majesty inevitably missed some when he responded hastily.

"This sword is a huge threat to me, but it may not be that lethal to you!"

His Majesty glanced at Zhang Xuezhou several times, and only felt relieved after confirming that the other party was not seriously injured or dead.

"Your Excellency is right. I didn't feel anything after being hit by a few swords!"

Zhang Xuezhou pursed his lips.

His yang soul and physical body have completely different levels in terms of resisting impact force.

Zhang Xuezhou's yang soul was killed by a sword, but his physical skills had reached the level of supernatural power and he was not inferior in terms of being able to withstand a beating.

When His Majesty was fighting the enemy, he missed several sword flashes, but Zhang Xuezhou was able to endure it.

As long as he is not intimidated and loses control of his body, Zhang Xuezhou can use his physical body skills to resist.

The jade-like luster of the body faded, and it returned to the appearance of flesh and blood. Zhang Xuezhou saw the redness and swelling that still remained, and couldn't help but feel a little palpitated. He felt that this kind of thing was completely beyond his ability to deal with.

If His Majesty had not stood in front of him, he would probably have been beaten to death.

"I'm afraid that only if my physical skills are improved to a higher level, I can withstand Yang Duanhe's swordsmanship!"

Zhang Xuezhou watched His Excellency carefully taking the Dragon Scale Sword, and saw that the light on the black-armored warrior, whom His Excellency called Yang Duanhe, gradually faded, and the phosphorescent light in his eyes became dimmer.

A shattering sound was heard, and Zhang Xuezhou saw cracks appearing on Yang Duanhe's armor.

It was as if tempered glass was broken, with countless cracks constantly appearing.

"Trespassers...trespassers will be put to death!" He opened his mouth and spoke in a hoarse and low voice word by word.

"You were quite successful in your life, but I never thought that following the Emperor Qin would lead to such a fate!"

His Majesty took the dragon scale sword from Yang Duanhe's hand, and saw that Yang Duanhe was still trying to speak, which made him shake his head.

Without waiting for Yang Duanhe to say any more intimidating or threatening words, he stretched out his hand and flicked, and a bunch of hair came out of Yang Duanhe's mouth. After flicking several times, Yang Duanhe's face began to crack and the phosphorescent light in his eyes disappeared.

His Majesty shook his head, and the white hair shrank back and turned into a full head of white hair again.

But compared to the beginning, his white hair was now sparse and he had lost his previous handsome appearance.

“Is this a figurine?”

Zhang Xuezhou was stunned, feeling that the terracotta warriors of the Qin Dynasty and those of the Han Dynasty were completely different things.

There is a figurine of General Zhou in the Yangling Mausoleum of Emperor Jing. The figurine of General Zhou is short in stature and is powerless when trying to fight against the incarnation of the emperor.

And this Yang Duanhe is not much inferior when facing the real body of the Lord. If there is any other cooperation, the real body of the Lord may suffer a great loss.

"You can also think of it as some kind of special puppet," His Majesty replied, "The Qin Dynasty's terracotta warrior-making technique can break through the boundaries of life and death, and can keep people on the brink of life and death. It is extremely special!"

"It seems very powerful?" Zhang Xuezhou said.

"It's not that they seem powerful, but that they are really powerful," said His Majesty. "Not only can they make figurines of the Dusk Ones to retain their strength, but they can also make figurines of enemy masters, so that they can become stronger with each fight. I've gone there... Hey, you should make sure that the formation is ineffective, and I'll go ahead and search!"

Your Majesty knows about the past, but he is obviously unwilling to talk about it, and now is not the time to discuss it.

He urged, and Zhang Xuezhou spread his hands to indicate that his work was done. As long as he was not hacked to death or beaten to death, or his state was not broken, or the spiritual jade could not supply his magic power consumption, or there were any changes in the formation here, his acupuncture point determination technique would remain effective.

"Then you stay here to guard the center of the formation, and I'll go take a look around!"

His Majesty nodded with satisfaction. He signaled Zhang Xuezhou to stay where he was, and he leaped forward. His figure disappeared into the darkness in an instant. Occasionally, a dull sound was heard, which quickly faded away.

Zhang Xuezhou also found it difficult to clearly see the situation in the distance, so he looked around the core of the formation.

Yang Duanhe, whose body was like broken tempered glass, was still standing in the same place, with the white hair that the Master had never retracted burning on the ground.

Zhang Xuezhou raised his right hand, and saw that the right hand held by His Majesty was as if covered with a thin layer of grease.

He sniffed, looked at the pile of burning white hair on the ground, and then squatted down.

The center of the formation where he was located was a fence built like a sacrificial offering, with layers of bluestone laid underneath.

On the bluestone, there were candles that were pressed into red mud, as well as fragments of Zhang Xuezhou's shattered Yuandan.

Zhang Xuezhou was not very interested in the fragments of his Yuandan. After all, he had used his inner elixir to refine quite a few pills over the years. He knew very well that his crooked Yuandan was nothing special. At most, it could be used as a medicine for some high-level pills.

He stretched out his left hand and touched the red mud of the candle, only to see that there was also a layer of grease on his left hand, which was not much different from the grease on his right hand that was held by His Majesty.

"Could it be that this candle was refined from Your Excellency's body?"

Zhang Xuezhou compared it and felt that His Majesty seemed to have become a human-shaped candle, and once it was lit, it had the special ability to penetrate the virtual and the real.

This ability seems to have no other effect except that it consumes some energy when used.

This made Zhang Xuezhou understand why His Majesty was unwilling to bring more Lu Baibai in.

Faced with this kind of consumption of his own abilities, His Majesty cannot possibly pull in some unnecessary people or monsters to increase his own consumption.