Chapter 230: Sharpen

Chapter Two and Three
After some fighting, Xiao Fan also summed up some rules, and the skeletons of tens of thousands of fighters eventually became thousands of skeletons in the battle master state.
Then it became hundreds of battle-sovereign-level skeletons, and as this continues, as the number of skeletons becomes less and less, it is inevitable to face the battle-sect-level skeletons, but the number will definitely be much less.
Before facing one or two hundred battle sect realm Yulin army, they were fearless, let alone hundreds of lifeless skeletons.
An hour later, there were only a hundred of hundreds of skulls left. Indeed, as Xiao Fan thought, all of these skulls had reached the Zongzong Realm.
"It's really endless." The fat man gritted his teeth. The soul power in his body was already low. After more than an hour of fighting, his soul power was almost exhausted.
"Yingfeng, the third child, you should restore your spirit power first, and I will entangle them." Xiao Fan said, swept out with a sword, and a dozen skeletons were maimed by Xiao Fan.
"Are you alone?" Fatty and Yingfeng looked at Xiao Fan in surprise, a little worried.
"Trust me." Xiao Fan nodded solemnly. His control of soul power has already reached the point of nuances, and the soul power in his body is extremely majestic. With the presence of the ghost war soul, he can refine the soul at any time. Stone replenishes soul power.
Until now, Xiao Fan's soul power had only consumed one third.
"Be careful!" Fatty and Yingfeng took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the edge of the square, and began to recover quickly.
Xiao Fan stood not far away from them with a slaughter in his hand, and with a single knife, all the nearby skeletons were blasted away, and Xiao Fan's strength was well controlled, and they did not kill them.
"Sure enough, as long as they don't die, the strength of these skeletons won't change much." Xiao Fan squinted his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
If the strength of the skeletons becomes stronger over time, then it is a bit scary. After all, if all these one hundred skeletons become the masters of the warlord, let alone the three of them only in the warlord realm, even the warlord , No doubt will die.
Thinking of this, Xiao Fan's eyes lit up: "Perhaps these skeletons are not so dangerous, but they can be used to enhance my strength."
The skeleton of the One Hundred Battle Sect Realm was much weaker than the One Hundred Imperial Forest Army, and there was no life-threatening danger in a short time.
If you use these skeletons as a training partner, you will definitely have a great improvement in combat skills, physical fitness, or combat skills.
Xiao Fan's killing intent slowly receded, and he stepped on ethereal steps, quickly shuttled in front of Fatty and Yingfeng, leaving behind a trail of shadows in the void, slaughtering and dancing in his hands, and the skeletons were flying away.
With the passage of time, Xiao Fan seemed to have entered a mysterious state, his body skills getting more and more ethereal, and his sword skills getting more and more fierce.
Fatty and Yingfeng had been awake for a long time, and they were completely dumbfounded when they saw this scene.
Originally, the two of them were going to flex their muscles, how could they have thought that Xiao Fan turned the skeleton of the Hundred Battle Sect into a whetstone, and his aura became stronger and stronger, as if he was about to break through at any time.
"Young Master's talent is really enchanting." Yingfeng sighed, and he was also shocked by Xiao Fan's strength. If he was replaced by him, he would only solve these skeletons as soon as possible, where would he fight with them.
"What's this." The fat man shook his head, "You haven't seen the youngest third's talent for cultivating combat skills. Anyway, I will, he will, I will not, he will."
"Oh?" Yingfeng looked at the fat man in surprise.
"Don't look at me like that. If you can survive this time, you will be able to see it in the future. What do you think of the old third's knife skills?" The fat man shrugged and asked suddenly.
Yingfeng looked at Xiao Fan carefully before saying, "If I haven't seen him good at using swords, I might think that he has always been a swordsman. I dare not say kendo, but in the sword doo, Xueyue Dynasty has no one Can beat the son."
"Same sympathy." The fat man nodded his head approvingly as he looked at Xiao Fan's free and easy movements in the distance.
"Don't stand and talk because your waist hurts. Who of you will try? Using these skeletons to sharpen it is really a good method." Xiao Fan's voice sounded, and he shook back a dozen skeletons before appearing beside Fatty and Yingfeng.
"I'm coming! Yingfeng, you protect the law for the third child." The fat man rushed towards a kind of skull.
"Second, be careful, don't kill them, as long as they don't die, their strength will not become stronger." Xiao Fan reminded.
"Okay!" The fat man nodded, his body bursting with powerful spirit power, like a mountain, giving a heavy feeling.
Xiao Fan gave Yingfeng a look, hurriedly sat on the spot, and began to recover his strength. After several hours of fighting, the spirit power in his body was almost exhausted.
A piece of soul stone appeared around him, ghost war souls appeared, endless battle tactics revolving, Xiao Fan was recovering his soul power at a terrifying speed.
Feeling the fluctuating spirit power on Xiao Fan's body, Yingfeng couldn't help but twitch his mouth, wondering in his heart: "What kind of battle spirit is this, how can it be so weird?"
In a short while, Yingfeng converged his mind, protecting Xiao Fan's law, and by the way, he took care of the fat man.
Three hours later, Fatty stopped and began to regain his strength. Shadow Wind took the place of Fatty and began to fight with the skeletons.
At the same time, Xiao Fan, who had already recovered his spirit power, began to protect the fat man, giving Shadow Wind a sweep.
In this cycle, after more than half a month, the combat skills, body skills, and fighting skills of the three have greatly improved. During the period, the fat man's strength also has a qualitative leap.
Shadow Wind is only one step away from the Battle King Realm. It just wants to break through the Battle King, but it is not so simple. The soul power required is so majestic that it is unimaginable.
The same is true for Xiao Fan. The spirit power he needs to break through the peak of the battle sect realm is definitely not less than the spirit power needed by ordinary people to break through the war king.
As far as Fatty's cultivation base was diligent, it almost consumed all the soul stones in the three soul rings. Xiao Fan and Yingfeng naturally did not dare to break through without permission. The soul stones they left behind were still used for battle.
"My son, these skeletons are useless to us." Yingfeng flew out of the skeletons and came to Xiao Fan and Fatty.
After half a month of hard work, this hundred skulls have been beaten and maimed by three people how many times, and the progress of the three is very obvious. It is just that these skulls alone can no longer make them continue to improve.
"Then kill it!"
Xiao Fan's eyes were shining, and a divine rainbow whizzed out from his hand, sharp swords shot in all directions, and dozens of skeletons were instantly beheaded by the swords.
"Haha, look at me." The fat man laughed and smashed seven or eight skeletons directly with a punch, directly exploding into powder.
One hundred skeletons in the battle sect realm, the three of them killed them in just ten breaths of time. One can imagine how terrible the three were.
However, the three of them did not relax their vigilance, because the next one was the most critical battle.
"Sure enough." Xiao Fan squinted his eyes, and the Fatty and Yingfeng were also waiting.
The broken bones in the center of the square suddenly condensed quickly and flew away in one direction, so the bones were perfectly linked together, forming a huge skeleton up to ten feet tall.
However, all of this has not stopped. The next scene made Xiao Fan and the three people take a breath.