Chapter 641 The Weight that Blood Cannot Bear

"The Holy Son is your servant?"

Ming Duzi was stunned when he heard this, and then burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha... You are acting crazy and stupid when you are about to die? The Holy Son of the Blood Clan is also someone you can talk about casually? And you say he is your servant? Hahaha..."

What An Lin said seemed really funny, anyway, Ming Duzi laughed.

An Lin was too lazy to prove those words to Ming Duzi. While he can laugh now, let him laugh more, otherwise he will not be able to laugh later.

He took out the Shengxie Sword and cut a small bloody wound on his arm. The blood stained the Shengxie Sword, which looked red and strange.

Ming Duzi was stunned when he saw this. Why was the defense that he had just tried his best to break through so easily cut by An Lin? Could it be that An Lin can control the strength at will and has reached the state of bone and flesh?

Also, why did he let the blood stain the sword? Is he going to perform some kind of magic that requires blood sacrifice?

Ming Duzi's mind raced, not daring to underestimate the enemy, and his mind was particularly focused on An Lin.

An Lin's expression was calm, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised as he said, "Now, it's time to purify your life."

Black gas began to emanate from his body, and his breath began to surge, instantly climbing to the peak of the Spiritualization Stage.

Ming Duzi's face changed slightly, and eight thousand-foot poisonous dragons began to appear beside him, hovering in the void, and the terrifying pressure seemed to crush the world.

An Lin took a step, and his body instantly broke through the sound barrier and pounced on Ming Duzi.

Ming Duzi did not dare to be careless, and with a single hand wave, three poisonous dragons opened their deep and huge mouths that corroded the world and pounced on the white figure that rushed over.

An Lin's Shengxie Sword trembled slightly, and endless darkness descended in an instant, making the entire world dark, and at the same time silent, all breath, all perceptions were instantly deprived!

The second style of the Six Swords of the God of War, Shadow Tiger!

At that moment, Ming Duzi felt death looming over his whole body, but he was very calm. He instantly covered the remaining five poisonous dragons and carried out all-round defense.

But at this moment, a black vortex suddenly appeared under his feet.

At the same time, extremely terrifying gravity formed instantly, as if it was going to suck the entire world. Whether it was the air, the vitality, the poisonous fog, or Ming Duzi's body, they were all subjected to extremely terrifying gravity. It was like a deep black hole that could swallow everything between heaven and earth.

Ming Duzi's body and the black dragons around him paused. At this time, a black shadow broke through the poisonous dragon's wrapping with lightning speed and appeared behind Ming Duzi. The blood-stained Shengxie Sword turned into a deadly blade and fell down, cutting a huge gap in Ming Duzi's body!

"Looking for death!" Ming Duzi was injured again, and a strong sense of humiliation surged in his heart. He began to fight back with all his strength. The eight poisonous dragons rushed towards An Lin with monstrous power, and the speed was extremely terrifying.

An Lin could no longer maintain the magic of the abyss gravity. He spread his wind wings behind him and retreated frantically, avoiding the attack of the poisonous dragon.

"No matter how many times you hurt me, it's useless. In the end, you will definitely lose!" Ming Duzi's voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, with terrible murderous intent in the gloom.

Poisonous dragons caught up with An Lin and kept biting him.

However, An Lin's body was like an indestructible body of a god. No matter how the poisonous dragons bit him, he remained intact.

"I'm sorry, although you are really weak, much weaker than Mellen. But I can barely accept being my little brother." An Lin said with a smile after smashing a thousand-foot poisonous dragon with the Shengxie Sword.

"You are still talking nonsense when you are about to die. Let's see how long you can hold on!" Ming Duzi's face showed a fierce look, and he kept attacking, but became more and more ferocious.

"Are you really not curious why I put blood on the sword? Your body is already stained with my blood, and you... will be purified by my holy blood!" An Lin said with a smug look on his face.

He didn't even need to fight back, just keep dodging Ming Duzi's attack and wait for the effect of the blood to take effect.

Ming Duzi sneered when he heard An Lin's words: "Nonsense..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt an unprecedented power flowing through his body.

That power instantly spread throughout his body, carrying a destructive power!

Ming Duzi stopped attacking, his eyes widened, one hand covering his chest, looking at An Lin with a painful face: "You, what did you do to me?"

"Nothing, I said, my blood has a purifying effect on you." An Lin held the sword horizontally in front of him, and the blade of the Shengxie Sword was flowing with bright red blood. "Now, you will experience the feeling of life being fully sublimated from destruction to rebirth!"

Ming Duzi's breathing began to accelerate, and a strange blush appeared on his face. He said with horror: "You, you... Ugh!"

He suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood, his body shook slightly, and began to fall into the air.

The poisonous fog dissipated, and at the same time, Ming Duzi's vitality began to quickly fade.

Boom! His body hit the ground heavily, his face still filled with despair, his mouth still wide open, but he was completely lifeless.

An Lin was stunned when he saw this scene.

He flew to Ming Duzi's side, looked at the body that was completely lifeless and only a pale shell was left, and took a deep breath.

"How... did he die?!" He opened his mouth wide and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

Where is the Medicine Master? Where is the Purification? Why did this guy become the Poison Master again? !

My blood is so powerful that it can already poison the vampires of the Return to Void Realm? !

An Lin felt that his thoughts were a bit confused and needed to be sorted out.

This scene was also seen by the students protected by Tina.

They saw An Lin cut Ming Duzi with a sword, then began to switch from offense to defense, and then Ming Duzi died suddenly. They also cheered loudly with excitement.

"Ming Duzi's life was suddenly cut off! Did classmate An Lin just use a technique similar to the blood curse? So powerful!"

"An Shen is really worthy of being the number one in our Xianlian University. He can even kill the vampires of the Return to Void Realm with one sword!"

"Being able to witness this thrilling battle will be my biggest gain in this final exam."

...

The classmates were discussing it heatedly. Seeing that all the enemies were dead, Tina withdrew the protective spell and rushed to An Lin with Dabai.

"Brother An, I didn't expect you to be so strong now! Dogs are rich and prosperous, and we are prosperous together! Woof!" Dabai rushed to An Lin's side with excitement, his big black eyes flashing with colors, and he looked cute.

"An Lin Giant, why did your blood kill this man? Shouldn't it be refreshing to drink?" Tina had seen An Lin feeding blood to the vampires, so she was puzzled at the moment.

Tina expressed An Lin's doubts.

Yes, shouldn't my blood be refreshing to drink? How did it turn into poison again?

He walked towards Ming Duzi, looking at Ming Duzi's desperate and painful appearance, looking at the appearance of his body being intact but his life force being cut off, and suddenly a glimmer of enlightenment came to his mind.

Wasn't it the same when he poisoned the Blood King of the Nurturing Spirit Stage and the Blood God of the Transformation Spirit Stage?

Could it be... that this Ming Duzi is really too weak?

So weak that he can no longer withstand the purifying power of his blood?

Damn! Then this Ming Duzi in the Return to Void Realm is too weak!