Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Six
"Damn it, the kid actually used poison!"
The black-robed Taoist felt his body weaken and hurriedly used his True Qi to force out the poison.
But the poison was so strong that the black-robed Taoist actually struggled to expel it.
Moreover, at this time, Long Xiaoshan had already pounced over, channeling his True Qi and throwing a punch with a booming sound that demonstrated its power.
The sound of tearing through the air showed the strength of this punch.
The black-robed Taoist quickly raised his sword to stab, the sword light flickering, and at that moment, Long Xiaoshan clearly felt the sword's weakness.
He threw a punch.
Thud!
The black-robed Taoist spat out a mouthful of blood.
Weakened by the poison, the black-robed Taoist's strength was insufficient; Long Xiaoshan broke through his swordsmanship with a punch, hitting him in the chest and causing a heavy injury.
Long Xiaoshan didn't let up when he had the advantage.