章 137: the final circle, the jaguar

"this is the three styles of soul burning?"

bai wushang was a little surprised.

he wasn't omniscient. he could judge some skills based on the knowledge he had.

however, there were still many unpopular skills, some of which were completely new and unique, that could only be observed and explored by being present.

on the ground, after the ghost soldier fell into extreme anger, its black broadsword was covered in blue light.

then, he slashed three times in a row. the angle of each slash was different, and each slash was faster than the last.

ah zhou immediately hid in the shadows and used his stealth to shift his position.

despite this, the ghost soldier still couldn't dodge the third blade. it directly stabbed into the ground and just happened to cut the shadow where the monster ape was hiding.

as a result, fresh blood gushed out and dyed the soil red.

"roar!"