Martial Arts: Starting with Upgrading the Dilapidated Temple

Chapter 129 Battle Bone Girl (4K)

Three figures emerged from behind the sand dunes to the northeast.

It didn't walk, it ran.

The barbarian hunters' unique lunge and charge, crouching with their arms swinging forward with a greater amplitude than their legs, resembled three gray wolves darting along the ground.

Extremely fast.

With his mid-stage Inner Strength Realm physique, he ran at full speed across the Gobi Desert of the Crimson Sand Domain, each stride covering four zhang (approximately 13 meters).

The sound of slag shattering as the ball of the foot landed blended together.

But their Qi and blood are disordered.

At this mineral concentration, the internal energy circulation efficiency of the three barbarian hunters was only 60%. Their breathing was already heavy, their faces were pale, and their running posture was awkward and strained.

The pale, bone-fire-like creature following behind remained as steady as a rock.

Drifting at a steady pace, maintaining a constant distance of fifty feet from the three hunters.

At this speed, we'll reach the outskirts of Burial Dragon City in half a quarter of an hour.

Xu Hao jumped down from the base of the tower.

The moment it landed, the soles of its boots crushed the slag, and the frequency of its bone resonance automatically spread out.

The gravel within a three-step radius vibrated, emitting a fine buzzing sound.

He walked towards the three hunters.

The first barbarian hunter who approached was over nine feet tall.

Seeing someone blocking his way, he didn't slow down. Instead, he drew a short bone spear from behind his back and threw it using the momentum of his run.

The bone spear pierced the air.

The spear was covered with a layer of grayish-white phosphorescence, the corrosive power of bone magic.

Within the restricted area of ​​the mineral vein, this phosphorescence was not suppressed—bone sorcery does not follow the flow of qi and blood meridians, and is not part of the same system as qi.

Sha Fanzi's earlier judgment was correct.

Bone magic is not discounted in the restricted area of ​​the mine.

But it is not important.

Xu Hao raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and directly grabbed the flying bone spear shaft.

Click.

The bone spear shattered.

It wasn't caused by being struck by internal energy.

It was crushed by fingers.

A master of the Iron Bone Realm possesses a grip strength exceeding five thousand jin. Even the hardest beast bone weapons of the barbarians are still just bones, not black iron.

The grayish-white phosphorescence shimmered and hissed as it hit his palm.

The skin surface shimmered with a bluish-gray luster, and the phosphorescence was dissipated by the frequency of bone resonance before it could penetrate even half a depth.

The first hunter's pupils contracted.

Before he could change his move, Xu Hao had already walked up to him and placed his left hand on the other's chest.

It's not a pat, it's a press.

The bone resonance of the Prison Suppression Technique is transmitted from the palm into the opponent's body.

A muffled thud.

The hunter's sternum collapsed entirely, not from being smashed, but from being shattered from the inside.

The resonant frequency penetrates the skin and flesh, reaching the bones, and instantly pulverizes all the hard structures in the opponent's chest cavity upon contact.

The hunter spat out a mouthful of bone fragments mixed with blood and foam, flew backwards for three zhang (approximately 10 meters), and landed on the Gobi Desert where he lay motionless.

one move.

The second and third hunters stopped at the same time.

They exchanged a glance.

There was no fear in their eyes; the barbarians were not afraid of death.

But there is a puzzle: how can a martial artist at the Tongqiao Realm be as carefree as if he were in his own backyard in the restricted area of ​​the mine?

The two men suddenly attacked at the same time.

The one on the left drew out two bone blades and slashed at the side of the neck in a cross pattern.

The one on the right took a white bone chain from his waist, swung it around his leg, and wrapped it in a circular motion.

They are all at the mid-stage of the Inner Strength Realm.

After a 60% discount in the Crimson Sand Domain, the actual output was roughly equivalent to the peak of the Yi Jin Realm.

Xu Hao did not draw his sword.

He parried the bone blade with his right arm.

The sound of the two bone blades striking the forearm was not like a knife cutting flesh, but like a hammer striking an anvil.

The bone blade broke in the middle, and the shards hit the wielder's face.

He grabbed the bone chain that had wrapped around him with his left hand and pulled.

The hunter holding the chain was pulled forward and stumbled, and Xu Hao's knee struck him.

The bone resonance of the knee joint is concentrated and released at a single point, hitting the opponent's lower abdomen directly.

The hunter flew out curled up like a shrimp, landing convulsing and bleeding from his mouth and nose.

The third hunter, wielding a broken blade, tried to retaliate.

Xu Hao tilted his head, the broken blade grazing his ear, and then followed up with his right fist.

The fist grazed the opponent's side without making a proper impact; it just brushed against them.

With a whoosh, the bone resonance penetrated through the body.

The hunter's lumbar spine cracked, and he lost feeling in both legs on the spot, collapsing onto the slag heap.

Three inner strength realms, twelve breaths in total.

Xu Hao shook the bone fragments off his hands and looked up at the northeast.

The bone fire has stopped.

On the top of the sand dune fifty feet away, the pale phosphorescence stopped moving.

A person stood bathed in light.

woman.

She was slender and wrapped in a gray-white leather robe.

The robe was not made of animal hide, but of scales sewn from some unknown creature, which shimmered with a dark, pearly light under the glow of the bone fire.

The face is not visible.

A bone mask covered the area above the nose, revealing only the lips and chin. There were also a pair of purple eyes.

He had three things hanging from his waist: a bone flute, a string of finger bone prayer beads, and a white bone totem plaque.

The totem amulet is of the same origin as the one found on the body of the deceased priest, but with more complex patterns.

Bone Girl.

Although the attire had changed, Xu Hao could recognize at a glance that it was a Bone Shaman from the Bone-Eating Tent of the Northern Frontier Wolf Court.

The woman who ordered his pursuit and killing outside the Yanzhou Rift Valley.

She stood on the sand dune, looking down at the three mangled bodies of barbarian hunters on the Gobi Desert.

There was no anger, no regret.

He tilted his head, as if examining an interesting new item.

"You've changed." The words came in Daheng Mandarin, with the harsh accent characteristic of the northern frontier. "Back in Shengzhou and Yanzhou, you still used a knife, but not anymore?"

Xu Hao didn't respond.

He was observing.

There was no fluctuation in the bone maiden's qi and blood.

Like the dead gray-robed priest, he was clean and tidy.

But there was something else flowing through her.

Bone fire.

The pale phosphorescence wasn't attached to the skin's surface; it seeped from within the bones.

Every bone in her body was burning with a kind of energy that was not related to blood and qi.

When the Yanzhou Rift Valley was breached, she stood on high ground and used the skeleton as a base to form an array, so the bottom was not exposed.

Earlier, in Shengzhou, we first met.

At that time, Xu Hao sensed that she possessed spiritual power similar to that cultivated by a cultivator.

Now, looking at it from twenty feet away, it's not like that at all.

This stuff is more poisonous than spiritual energy.

It was cold and viscous, carrying an evil quality that could drain even the bone marrow from a living person.

The core of bone witchcraft.

Unaffected by mineral veins.

The Realm of Opening the Mind.

He's at the same level as me, but our systems are completely different.

Bone Girl walked down from the sand dune.

His steps were light, and his scale-skin robe dragged silently on the slag heap.

She stopped when she was about twenty feet away from Xu Hao.

He flicked the finger bone rosary at his waist.

"I've removed the nail from Ningzhou." Her tone was calm, as if she were talking about what she had eaten that day.

"You've already replaced the one from Yanzhou, no rush, we'll pull it out next time. This one from Shuozhou—"

She tilted her head and looked towards the ruins of Burial Dragon City.

"Have most of my men already broken their silence?"

"One of your men is dead, and one has escaped," Xu Hao said. "The nails are underground, and the seal is thicker than before."

The corner of Bone Girl's mouth twitched slightly.

"Reinforced?" A pause followed.

"Interesting. You came to this godforsaken place and spent seven days just to grout a single stake?"

She knew he had been there for seven days.

The advance team was not only scouting the way, but also recording the timeline.

"My master once said something." Bone Lady's fingers left the prayer beads and grasped the bone flute.

"With all six nails removed, the Dragon Lord returned to his position, the Vast Heaven Shattered Realm reunited, and the Path of the Martial Ancestor reappeared."

She raised the bone flute to her lips.

"By guarding the nail and preventing it from being pulled out, you are blocking everyone's way."

Xu Hao looked at the bone flute near her lips.

Deep within his consciousness, the compass suddenly trembled.

Pointing to the Bone Girl.

To be precise, it refers to the bone flute in her hand.

There's something inside this bone flute.

An extremely faint aura, originating from the same source as the Nine Divine Skills of the Martial Ancestor.

The signal of the fourth incomplete chapter.

In her hands.

Xu Hao's expression changed.

Bone Girl noticed his gaze, and a smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

"You noticed?" She twirled the bone flute. "This is a keepsake left to me by my master. You have what's inside too, don't you?"

The bone flute was pressed against the lips.

She blew it.

No sound came out.

But Xu Hao's bones were trembling.

It wasn't the resonance of the Prison Suppression Technique, but a kind of external, forced vibration that was trying to cover the frequency of his bones.

The frequency of the bone flute is precisely matched to the natural frequency of the human skeleton—this is a weaponized form of bone witchcraft, using sound waves to directly attack the skeletal structure.

The metallic patterns of the Iron Bone Realm reacted automatically. When external frequencies collided with the density of the Xuan Iron-level bone, they shattered into noise on the surface and could not penetrate.

But he felt the pressure.

The sound of the bone maiden's flute continued to rise.

The frequency is getting higher and higher, and the sound is getting sharper and sharper.

Pale bone fire surged from her entire body, forming a visible phosphorescent mist over a distance of twenty feet, pressing down on him.

Xu Hao drew his sword.

The Devouring Sea Blade was drawn, and with a flick of the wrist, dark silver patterns flowed across its blade.

The trajectory of the first of the Nine Slashes of Innocent Delusion circled once in the sea of ​​consciousness.

He took a step.

The slag heel ground beneath his feet began to crack from the point of contact with his foot, the cracks radiating outwards for ten feet.

All the energy stored in the bone resonance converged along the metal texture to the right arm, and then flowed into the blade through the palm.

The buzzing of the Sea Devouring Blade suddenly rose half a note.

The knife rises.

A straight line from the left shoulder to the right hip.

The flash of the blade cleaved through the dawn.

There was no earth-shattering release of external energy, only an extremely thin and dark silver line.

The silver line detached from the edge of the Sea Devouring Blade and continued forward, skimming along the slag-covered ground.

The speed was so fast that it reached the limit of visibility, and the air along the way was violently compressed and pushed apart, producing a sharp, tearing sound.

The Bone Maiden's figure disappeared half a breath before the blade arrived.

It's not dodging.

It is a burst of bone fire.

A pale phosphorescent light surged from her entire body, enveloping her in a white sphere of light. The sphere moved three zhang horizontally, faster than the movement technique of a cultivator at the Tongqiao Realm.

But the tail of the blade's force swept over her.

The pale white phosphorescent mist was like a tattered cloth, cut in half by silver threads, and the phosphorescence was broken into fragments.

The right shoulder of the scale-skin robe was torn open, revealing a pale shoulder blade underneath.

The Bone Maiden landed. She glanced down at her shoulder.

The fur coat was torn, but the skin was not broken.

She looked up.

There was something serious in the purple eyes beneath the animal bone mask.

"A pure power strike." Bone Lady raised her head, her voice no longer as calm as before. "Without borrowing internal energy, without drawing upon the power of heaven and earth. You have refined yourself into a magical artifact."

Xu Hao did not answer.

The Devouring Sea Blade returned to its side, its hum still ringing.

The metallic patterns on the arm shone from the palm to the shoulder, and the dark silver lines on the blade slowly receded.

The first strike consumed more energy than he had anticipated.

It's not physical exertion, it's the load on the skeletal resonance network.

The energy stored throughout the body is poured into the blade and released all at once, which is equivalent to stretching the entire net to its limit and popping it out at the same time.

It takes time for the spring to bounce back.

Three breaths.

He cannot deliver a second strike of the same level within three breaths.

Bone Girl clearly realized this as well.

The bone flute was pressed against his lips again.

This time there was sound.

A very fine and sharp long whistle came from the flute hole.

It's not music; it's a single-frequency oscillation.

The frequency is precisely locked onto the inherent resonance point of the human spine.

Xu Hao felt a tightness in his back.

The metallic patterns inside the spine vibrated violently under the impact of external frequencies.

The perfect bone density of the Iron Bone Realm blocked the damage from the sonic attack, but the interference generated by the shockwave disrupted his own resonant frequency.

The originally unified whole-body resonance network has deviated by three notes.

The knife in my hand stopped buzzing.

The knife broke in an instant.

The Bone Maiden's flute playing changed tone.

It changed from a single syllable to a double syllable.

When two frequencies are superimposed, they form a standing wave in the air.

The nodes of the standing wave were precisely positioned at Xu Hao's knee and elbow joints—the bone magic's understanding of the human skeletal structure was so profound it reached the very marrow.

My knees felt weak and sore for a moment.

Half a breath is enough.

The Bone Maiden's figure had already arrived in front of him.

Bone flute collection.

He pulled a short, white bone blade from his sleeve with his left hand.

The blade was only one foot long, and the edge was covered with thick, pale bone fire.

This thrust was aimed at Xu Hao's lower back and kidneys, the core node for the circulation of qi and blood.

Xu Hao's knees ached for a moment, but he didn't move his feet.

He turned his waist.

The lumbar spine drives the thoracic spine, and the thoracic spine drives the scapula.

The force originates from the spine, bypassing the meridians, and travels along the metal's texture directly to the right arm.

A knife blocked the way.

The bone dagger collided with the blade of the Sea Devouring Blade.

This time it wasn't the crisp sound of iron plates colliding.

The bone fire and the extreme cold yin energy clashed at the contact surface, producing a muffled hissing sound.

Two completely different energies intertwined—one was bone-chilling ice, the other was corrosive phosphorescence.

The stalemate lasted for two breaths.

Bone Lady's purple eyes stared at him from behind the mask.

I was so close I could see the curve of her lips.

"You recovered faster than I expected."

Without wasting words, Xu Hao loosened the knife handle with his left hand, clenched his fist, and thrust it straight at her face.

Bone Girl turned her head and retreated.

The force of the punch grazed the side edge of the animal bone mask, and a bone nail on the mask was knocked away by the airflow.

They increased the distance to five zhang.

Bone Girl's left hand hung down.

A crack appeared on the bone dagger.

Xu Hao was stronger than she had anticipated.

She sheathed the short blade in her sleeve and replaced it with a rosary made of finger bones.

The rosary beads turn.

With each finger bone rotated, another crack appeared in the ground.

The cracks don't contain minerals, they contain bone meal.

Grayish-white bone powder seeped from the ground and gathered at her feet to form a circular array with a radius of two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

In the center of the circular formation, a skeleton emerged from the ground.

It's not human bones, it's animal bones.

The remains of ancient behemoths buried deep in the desert—these things are everywhere in the Red Sand Domain.

The Bone Maiden's bone magic can awaken skeletons that have been dead for countless years, allowing them to stand up again.

The skeleton is two zhang tall.

It has four legs, a long tail, and two curved horns on its head. It looks like a giant sand lizard that has been skinned and stripped of its flesh.

The skeleton moved.

There are no joints between the limbs; they are driven entirely by the adhesion of bones and muscles.

The sound of him running was like a bone being dragged on an iron plate.

Xu Hao stared at the charging skeleton.

The resonance frequency of the Prison Suppression Technique has been recalibrated.

Three breaths have passed.

The humming of the Sea Devouring Blade resumed.