Chapter 37: Victory With Ease

As the referee announced the start of the game, Zhang Lei directly summoned his martial spirit and possessed it.

I saw that in a burst of red light, Zhang Lei's body changed, his face became terrifying, his eyes became manic and terrifying, and the whole person became gloomy and terrifying.

"Hey hey, this is my martial spirit, the blood demon! It is a very rare special martial spirit that you cannot see at all!" Zhang Lei said proudly.

"How is it? Did it scare you? Hey, if you admit defeat now, I can let you go!"

Zhang Lei's blood demon martial spirit has a very special power, it can corrode the opponent's soul power during the attack, making the opponent weaker and weaker.

It is precisely based on the power of his martial soul that Zhang Lei can practice such a sinister kung fu as the bloody handprint. Those who are hit will lose their soul power all the time until they lose their lives.

But unfortunately, he happened to meet Qi Ling this time! Speaking of evil, is there a more evil existence than the emperor among the demons, the Blood Devil Emperor?

So Qi Ling smiled helplessly and said, "Is that how you defeated Zhu Zhuqing? If that's the only way, then it really disappoints me."

"Blood Devil Emperor: Possession!"

In the bloody light of the sky, the Blood Devil Emperor came to the world again, and Qi Ling also regained his noble and mysterious temperament, looking at Zhang Lei in front of him as if he was looking at a defective product.

The audience, who were originally excited to cheer Zhang Lei, immediately turned off the flames collectively! Even a fool can see that Qi Ling's martial spirit is much more advanced than Zhang Lei. ‘

This is not only seen from the momentum of the two sides, but more importantly, since Qi Ling completed the possession of his martial soul, Zhang Lei looked like he had seen a natural enemy, his legs kept shaking, and the beads of sweat on his forehead did not stop. Stop rolling.

Zhang Lei naturally didn't want to do this, but this was deeply embedded in his soul, an instinctive sense of fear, a natural surrender of the devil to his higher existence.

"You, what kind of martial spirit are you? How can you restrain me so much!" Zhang Lei said hard.

"The brilliance of Xinghuo also dares to win glory from the sun and the moon! Zhang Lei, didn't you say that you want me to see your bloody handprint? Go ahead and use it!" Qi Ling folded his arms, as if he was looking at a low-level creature. Looking at Zhang Lei said.

Facing Qi Ling, Zhang Lei gasped for breath, knowing that the longer he delayed, the slimmer his chances were.

At this moment, I was just standing in front of Qi Ling, and I naturally felt a sense of despair in my heart, as if the person in front of me was an existence that I would never be able to defeat.

"Impossible! My bloody handprint is invincible and unstoppable, how could I just lose to you like this!"

As Zhang Lei spoke, he began to activate the spirit power in his body, and a yellow centennial spirit ring lit up on his body.

"First Soul Skill: Soul Power Amplification!"

Zhang Lei's first soul skill: Soul Power Amplification, can forcibly increase his soul power, so as to reach the standard of using blood handprints.

After the increase in soul power, Zhang Lei's right hand began to gradually turn red, and soon became the color of blood, exuding bursts of strange aura.

"Second Soul Skill: Blood Demon Swift Step!"

Zhang Lei's second soul skill can increase his agility in a short period of time, so that his attacks can hit the opponent.

Both of his soul skills serve his evil art "Blood Handprint", and the purpose is to use his evil art to play a decisive role in one blow.

In fact, Zhang Lei's move is indeed unfavorable. As long as the opponents in the past are hit, there is no one who will not surrender.

Therefore, Zhang Lei also has reason to believe that even if the opponent's martial arts is more advanced, as long as he is hit by his own blood handprint, he will surrender immediately as before.

"Look at the move, bloody handprints!" Zhang Lei quickly went around Qi Ling's back and slapped his palm on his vest. He felt good with this palm and showed his full strength.

But when Zhang Lei retreated contentedly, ready to wait for Qi Ling to be in unbearable pain and begged for mercy, he found that Qi Ling seemed to be completely uninjured, and even the smile on his face had not changed.

"Go on, Zhang Lei, why did you retreat?" Qi Ling smiled, "I deliberately didn't defend, I just wanted to experience your bloody handprint, why did you pat me lightly and then ran away?"

"Ah, shouldn't you have made a move just now? Sigh? No?"

Looking at the angry expression on Qi Ling's face, combined with his dismissive tone, even the dead will be brought back to life by him.

Zhang Lei didn't understand why he clearly hit him, but the blood handprint didn't work, so he continued to attack Qi Ling.

"Blood handprints!"

This time, the situation is still the same, Qi Ling said without any pain or itching: "Go ahead, you don't have the strength to beat people, and you say that you are a socialist?"

"Damn, I don't believe it, my bloody handprint can't be invalid!" Zhang Lei said, and took another three palms at Qi Ling.

"Blood handprint! Bloody handprint! Bloody handprint!" After three palms, Zhang Lei was exhausted. After all, bloody handprint required a lot of soul power, which was already his limit.

But what made him desperate was that Qi Ling didn't seem to have any changes, as if he was not playing Qi Ling just now, which made Zhang Lei doubt whether his bloody handprint was a pirated copy.

In fact, Zhang Lei's bloody handprint is of course genuine, and Qi Ling is not unresponsive, but it is not injured, but invigorated.

Zhang Lei's bloody handprint was basically like a supplement to his Gorefiend Emperor Martial Soul. When it hit him, he was instantly absorbed by him, but instead replenished his soul power.

What can cause harm to him is the power directly exerted by Zhang Lei, but for him who has practiced the True Dragon Art of Rank Nine, it is really like scratching a tickling.

"Is it over? It's really hard work, the bloody handprint is indeed well-deserved and powerful!" Qi Ling looked at Zhang Lei in front of him and continued to say angrily.

"Well, the power is even more powerful than the uncle of the bathhouse. It's really good to use it for bathing! I think you should just change your name to the bathing palm!"

Zhang Lei felt that he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood. He had never seen such a poisonous snake, and he had yet to take action, and his mouth could no longer bear it.

"You, what kind of effort did you use, why is my bloody handprint not effective for you!" Zhang Lei asked unwillingly.

"It's very simple, I didn't do anything, just your bloody handprint, it's too low-level!" Qi Ling laughed.

"I'll let you see what it's like to actually extract soul power! The first soul skill: Gorefiend Hundred Claws!"

The claw shadow covering the sky shrouded the space in front of Zhang Lei, making him unable to avoid it at all, but when the claw shadow fell on him, he found that he was not seriously injured.

But before Zhang Leisong could breathe a sigh of relief, his expression changed immediately, because he noticed that every time he was attacked, a trace of his soul power would be pulled out of his body!

Although the spirit power drawn each time is not much, but I have to face hundreds of attacks! Such an attack, even Zao Wou-Ki couldn't bear it a few times, let alone him.

Coupled with the excessive use of blood handprints, the soul power is already in a state of near exhaustion.

Hundreds of claw strikes, before halfway through, Zhang Lei rolled his eyes and fell to the ground. Even his cheeks seemed to be sunken, almost drained.

Zhang Lei at this time, just want to say, I really don't have any more, not a single drop is left!