Saber technique level up

"Wow!" Jiang Xiao watched as Zhao Wenlong ravaged his partner and his blood began to boil!

Zhao Wenlong only had a pair of fists, but he was able to deliver the effect of thousands of punches. This was even cooler than any Hollywood action film or sci-fi film!

He merely threw out a punch, but hundreds of fist shadows appeared. Those hundreds of fist shadows hit the grass companion's body from head to toe, causing the grass companion to spit out black blood and fly backward.

"Xiaopi! What are you doing? Bell!" Fang Xingyun suddenly called out from behind.

Jiang Xiao hurriedly came back to his senses. Although his partner had been sent flying, Zhao Wenlong's expression was equally sullen.

This was because the grass companion was stepping on a dark green halo. It was like a poisonous fog that invaded Zhao Wenlong. Of course, this wasn't a real poisonous mist, but a Halo skill.