Black Wizard Zhu Peng

Bloodline grudge is the way of evil demon, very way!

　　 Its characteristics are very distinctive. Its destructive power is not strong in the same level of fighting spirit, but its destructive power for life forms is very terrifying and outstanding.

　　 uses its own blood to boost the power of fighting spirit, uses the enemy's blood to restore its own state, and controls the balance between the two with crazy self-damage and harm, and finally forms a terrifying combat power.

　　 10,000 meters high in the sky, dancing lightly on the slender steel wire, this is a typical feature of the Daowu School of Demons.

　　 Just like the cold and tall and thin old man of Wu Zong in the foreign land, he has avoided Liu Jinghong's mortal and victorious sword lore by transforming himself into a blood flame demon bat.

　　 violently counterattacked in desperate situation, the blood flame demon bat merged with the human form, and cut it down with a single knife...At that moment, all the martial artists with enough cultivation bases could see clearly.

　　 At the moment that the tall and thin old man swung his knife to slash, his whole body was already exhausted, and he poured all his own blood and vital energy into the "Blood Knife Kill".

　　 It can be said that if Liu Jinghong dodges, or blocks the knife, this foreign bloodline Wuzong will quickly dry up and die.

　　 However, Liu Jinghong couldn't avoid it, and it was impossible to block the opponent's full vitality that poured into his own, and that powerful slash!

　　 counterattacked with frenzied self-harm, betting on his life in a single knife to maximize the power of the sword, and at the moment when the opponent was hit by the knife, the blood and blood made up.

The final result is that after the tall and thin exotic Wuzong defeated Liu Jinghong, his aura was even stronger and wicked than when he first played, even though Gale Sword Master couldn’t leave enough at the moment he was hit hard. A heavy counterattack, but it was useless.

　　 After devouring most of Liu Jinghong's life qi and blood, the counterattack wound was quickly healed and recovered under the infusion of the vigorous life essence.

　　 blood line martial arts, dancing lightly on the steel wire, but it is indeed unique and strange.

"This is troublesome. Mr. Liu underestimates the enemy and abandons his sword. Now the old bat below has swallowed most of his life essence. The power of his magic power has doubled in a short period of time. Even Master Fuhui can hardly surrender and suppress him. "Yang Cai'er is now of blood lineage, and he is also cultivating blood line fighting spirit. It is also the dark people who have been fighting and suppressing all the year round. Naturally, he knows the strengths and weaknesses of this kind of fighting spirit.

　　 spoke at this moment, not too loud or too small. But with Yang Cai'er as the center, it spread in all directions, and the martial artists of the surrounding Chinese Samurai Association could hear clearly.

………Light-type fighting Qi originally restrained blood-type fighting Qi, especially the Buddhist monk Fuhui, one of the eight masters of the Chinese Samurai Association, is extremely profound in his Dharma practice. He himself has cultivated a semi-created future with the Arahant status (Daoist Immortal). After the Buddha descended to the world to suppress magic power, after he had cultivated to a certain level, gold blood was flowing in his veins, and the positive energy concentration was thrown out of the nine streets of holy water. He was undoubtedly a dark creature, a negative energy life, and a terrible opponent that he would not want to encounter. ；

　　 However, the Buddhas and demons restrain each other. When the Buddha eliminates the demons and rises, the blood vindictiveness will in turn restrain the light power such as the future Guangming Buddha's magic power.

　　Before Liu Jinghong's blood was swallowed, the old man off the court might not be able to beat the old monk Fuhui, but at this moment, the old monk Fuhui might just go on to give the other party a meal.

　　 If you successfully swallow Fuhui's life essence, the ghost knows how much the next one will be increased, then no one can control it...

　　 "Amitabha Buddha!" ​​After a moment of hesitation, Fuhui grabbed the iron rod beside her and stood up between the table. At this moment, a palm was pressed on his shoulder again.

"Master, you have hesitated in your heart. The chance of winning this battle will be reduced by two levels. There is no need to force the end. Let me do it." With that, the arm exerted force to force Monk Fuhui down, while Zhu Peng Carrying that dark beheading sword, step by step into the battlefield.

　　When she reached Li Daoman's seat, Li Qinglian, who was sitting there, stretched out her hand and grabbed Zhu Peng's sleeve, and said with a constipated expression: "Brother, can you do it? You can't do it."

"Hurry up and let go of the movie of the dead girl, don't affect my domineering look. I will be a girl in her twenties, and she looks like a tomboy without any femininity... Looking back at the leaning posture of Marianna, it is full of Worried eyes, impeccably beautiful black long straight soft girl." Stretching out his left hand, grabbing Li Qinglian's small flat head, Zhu Peng's big hand expanded slightly, almost covering the girl's little girl. Head.

　　 After a period of wanton ravages and raids, the wicked man stepped off the battlefield step by step and faced the fierce and violent foreign Wuzong.

　　 "Iron Winged Tiger, Zhu Peng!?"

　　 Holding the scarlet scimitar, the tall and thin old man asked hoarsely. At this moment, his back slightly bowed forward, and his figure shrank by two points. It seemed that he had been injured in the battle just now.

However, a real master with enough cultivation level can feel that the vindictive energy and spirit that this guy envelops his body is burning like a fire, which is actually almost twice as powerful as when he was just playing against Liu Jinghong. !

　　 In a way, he used the Sword Saint Liu Jinghong of the Wind as a warm-up tool.

　　 "It's right here, seniors have any last words to say, if you don't say it, it will be too late."

　　 The two powers are planning to merge, and they definitely know how much they know each other. It's just that the art of war is a strange and positive combination. Li Qinglian of the Chinese Samurai Association is strange, and the mentality of the warriors of the younger generation of Vientiane Mountain collapsed and morale collapsed.

　　 The bloodline fighting spirit Wu Zong in front of him is a rare soldier of Vientiane Mountain. After the shot, he hit the Chinese Warrior Association by surprise. When the tall and thin old man killed Liu Jinghong in mid-air, if Liu Jinghong's vitality as an alchemist were not strong enough, the power that burst out on the verge of death was amazing. At this moment, I am afraid it is not seriously injured, but directly Already dead.

　　 The guy in front of him was following the assassin, and the alchemist of the Chinese Samurai Association knew this clearly.

　　 Therefore, after Zhu Peng gave the ceremony, he directly asked the other party what last words to say, the killing intent was particularly clear.

　　 "A junior who has practiced martial arts for less than 30 years, dare to scream in front of me, I have killed more people than you have ever seen!"

　　 "To slaughter civilians, only the courage to swing a knife at someone weaker than yourself, to hide the knife in the face of the strong and say that soldiers are not tired of deceit... Don't be funny, you are also worthy of talking about'wu'."

　　 "Little bastard!"

　　 "Old monster."

boom! Boom! !

　　 The two couldn't say a few words to each other, and the next moment, accompanied by a fierce weapon collision, they slammed together. The tall and thin bloodline boss swung a knife and slashed, his whole body vigorously fighting like a torrent.

　　Zhu Peng's horizontal sword is blocked, and the heavy black sword in his hand that seems to swallow all the light. Although it does not have any power enchantment, it is just a whiteboard, but its material itself is not inferior to any legendary or even epic warrior. Especially the terrible will attached to this sword body is beyond the control of non-spiritors or extraordinary figures.

On both sides of the battle, both are scarlet and **** fighting spirits, but the body of the tall and thin Wuzong bloodline has hundreds of millions of ghosts crying and crying, and every slash is accompanied by a grieving soul. Life.

In contrast, Zhu Peng’s dark red and **** fighting spirit is as condensed as one, pure and introverted. Although only a strong second-tier rank, the pure and powerful fighting spirit is even three points better than the opponent's legendary fighting spirit, and only filled with it The spiritual brand of Zhu Peng alone!

　　 The two people struggled with each other in a grudge.

Sword fights and clashes. In most fights, the opponent's scimitar slashed down, and Zhu Peng's horizontal sword blocked it. However, every time that foreign Wuzong's vindictiveness could not be completely suppressed, Zhu Peng used his sword skills to help him. The truncation prevented him from fully exerting his strongest strength of grudge, and even the figure of the person was beaten out. This is the force of twisting and twisting in a straight spiral in martial arts.

　　 Daomen are too high-handed, especially good at the counterattack of breaking straight, deviating strength, and even taking advantage of the counterattack!

　　 (Fuck, is the little **** bear human race? How can his sword pressure and wrist strength be so strong?)

　　The blood and shadows flew, and the foreign Wuzong who was blessed by the bloodline fighting qi relied on his own more sophisticated fighting qi state to quickly go around Zhu Peng and continue to hack and kill.

　　 The arc of the knife is mysterious, and the trajectory of the knife is completely natural. Especially after the battle of the sword and the body, it can be clearly seen that it is a set of extremely sophisticated killing knife.

　　While his wrists were shaking slightly, there seemed to be yin wind and evil spirits flashing and changing in the light of the sword, fierce and terrifying!

　　 However, under the pure heart of the sun, Zhu Peng clearly observed all these changes one by one.

　　 His body speed cannot be better than the third-order legendary fighting qi blessing, and the flickering movement is like a ghostly alien Wuzong. But the big sword in his hand is like a wheel, blocking vertically and horizontally. As long as the opponent's blade trajectory is seen first, even if the speed is slow, as long as there is no absolute gap, it is not irreparable.

　　 This is the horrible thing about Dan Dao Renxian. With the blessing of this legendary realm, it can make up for the lack of many paper data.

In particular, bloodline fighting energy is relatively limited in strength, while Zhu Peng’s physical strength is quite exaggerated. This has caused that exotic Wuzong in every sword fight, although his own fighting energy is stronger than his opponent, but he has an advantage. Before the sexual vindictiveness was overwhelmed, his figure had already been beaten into flight by Zhu Peng. The very different weights of weapons in the two hands are also an important factor in the immediate situation.

　　 During the banquet on both sides, I saw the bloodline Wuzong violently attacking a Chinese warrior who was not a strong second-order Chinese warrior, but he couldn't attack for a long time in front of the Senran sword base that the opponent had built.

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On the battlefield, at this moment, Zhu Peng’s muscles swelled and contracted like a dragon and snake, and the black veins undulated endlessly. The more he fought, the more blood and qi churned to stimulate more and deeper vigorous potential in the body. Practicing masters, and possessing the weakened version of muscle control ability in a non-demon state, he can easily cut with a single sword to make up for the lack of power of the second-order fighting spirit.

The double blessing of the first special effect of the blood killing tactic is accelerated, and the second special effect penetrates, and it crushes the opponent's blood quarrel on the fighting qigong method. The most important thing is the supply of witchcraft to Zhu Peng in the past two years. The foundation of martial arts that is too heavy has been fed.

　　 At this moment, all erupted under the blessing of Daoist Wonderland, causing him to forcefully use pure martial arts violence to gradually overwhelm an old and fierce legendary martial arts master.

When the opponent's strength was insufficient, and his mentality was gradually chaotic, Zhu Peng stood up with his sword and blocked him. The huge pressure caused his muscles to explode and swelled, even bursting into the originally loose robe... In the next moment, Tai Chi swordsmanship, counter-fencing with the opportunity to fight back!

　　 This bloodline Wuzong seems to be unable to attack for a long time, and some of his anger has fluctuated. At this moment, Zhu Peng suddenly counterattacked, sealed his sword, and took advantage of the situation to counterattack. He did not react for a while!

　　 hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo... the hurricane swiftly passed by, and dozens of swords slashed past like a storm, and the thunder-like swift and fierce sword light instantly enveloped the bloodline boss.

　　 Wudang secret sword, whale-killing style.

　　 People kill giant whales with a small amount of power, and it is of course impossible with just one blow. Therefore, this type of secret sword is a combination of countless quick-cuts that penetrate the whole body's strength. Because of the exaggerated requirements for the muscles, bones, skin and physical strength, non-alchemy masters cannot practice, and once the practice reaches the extreme, count Tens of hundreds of heavy slashes were shot in an instant, because the extreme speed even produced a powerful attack like a sword!

　　 is so powerful that it allows humans to kill whales with swords.

　　 The heavy sword pierced the air and issued a fierce sword wind whistling, covering the opponent, the majestic and terrifying sword crushed the ground on the ground inch by inch, flying sand and rocks, dusty and bloody.

　　In front of such a terrifying sword move, the bloodline boss was disintegrated in an instant...The heavy sword passed by, and the blood flame bats screamed and flew.

　　 "Squeak" sounded like a group of demons dancing, chaining and spreading huge sound waves, like an air bomb centered on the entire arena, blasted, the air exploded and spread out and lined up on all sides.

In the face of such a strange sonic boom, even Zhu Peng buzzed his head, and when his palm was loosened, the dark sword was carried away by hundreds of blood flame bats, and the other part of these bats He condensed in midair and turned into a tall and thin old man with a pale complexion.

　　 He stared at Zhu Peng with incomparably greedy eyes, then glide down like a bat, pounced fiercely, and bit on Zhu Peng's neck...the overall situation was settled.

　　 Looking at the scene before him, everyone on the other side of Wu Zong breathed a sigh of relief, because being bitten by this old ghost, all his vitality would be controlled, and the prey would no longer be able to resist.

Zhu Peng's natural defense force field and bodyguard fighting spirit all played a role, but quickly disintegrated in front of the ten fingers of the blood boss that implied the sharp knife energy, the special effect of the boss's legendary blood knife was the blood melt. If the ice is condensed by water or the water is melted, it can spread to the body of the sword master if necessary, forming an armor-like sword energy defense.

　　 In front of the legendary rank Wu Zong and the legendary Scimitar, Zhu Peng's dual defense of magic and fighting spirit is not weak, but it can only be quickly broken.

　　 But at that moment, Zhu Peng, who was still able to react in a dizzy state, grabbed the opponent's shoulders and neck with his hands backwards, but at this time the opponent's mouth was already biting on his neck.

With nearly three hundred people from the Chinese Samurai Association and the foreign martial arts sect, plus six hundred maids, Zhu Peng hugged an ugly old man with a pale face, and the two rolled from the left to the right of the arena. Rolling from the right to the left of the arena... In the end, the old man couldn't stand Zhu Peng's enthusiasm. He struggled desperately to escape from the arms of the muscular man, vomiting blood while he was full.

　　 While Zhu Peng took a couple of breaths, he rubbed his neck and stood up from the ground.

　　 "Suck, why don't you smoke?"

　　 While talking, Zhu Peng clenched his fists. At this time, in addition to the fighting spirit and flames of the blood killing formula, Korgas's "Terror Sting" ability haunted his fists.

And at this moment, the bloodline boss with the extremely ugly face was holding his stomach while vomiting blood out. One of his arms wanted to be lifted, and he couldn't even lift it up... This is why Zhu Peng chose to fight him. , No matter how you practice blood magic power, the carrying capacity of human beings has an upper limit.

　　 This bloodline boss actually **** blood instead of blood. The life essence contained in it is actually blood in Eastern terms.

　　Normal people have limited blood and essence, so he can naturally **** and **** very hard.

　　 However, a humanoid being wants to drain the blood of a giant dragon, even the legendary blood clan with roots and miaohong dare not be so imaginative. Zhu Peng can be killed with a single knife, except that it is impossible to be sucked to death with blood. He found that this old man has the habit of frustrating the enemy to **** blood and complementing his own state~www.readwn.com~ Zhu Peng has already decided I lost my opponent... Ordinary people are bitten by blood bosses, and they can’t move the essence of their life, but Zhu Peng can hold him after being bitten and open the ground (基♂情の) Hell rolls big The trick is because this blood boss can't completely control the vitality of the bitten person.

So he was embarrassed. An old man, even if he was a master of martial arts, was the king of horizontal training with muscular tendons like Zhu Peng, a humanoid tank, and he rolled on the ground. The taste was too sour and refreshing. The fighting spirit of the whole body was worn out, and many bones in his whole body were broken. However, the more so, the more he had to **** blood, because this was his only means to win and counterattack.

　　 After all, he had been sucked a lot of blood. After strenuous exercise, Zhu Peng was in a trance. He was caught by the old guy who had been forced to the limit in his arms and broke free.

　　 However, Zhu Peng immediately followed and stood up. At this moment, the surface of the man's skin showed large patches of black and purple tattoos. He threw on the old man in front of him like an evil tiger, and bit his neck with one bite.

I saw the old man shrinking and getting smaller and smaller. Finally, when Zhu Peng released his arms and spit out a mouthful of filthy blood, there were only a few strands of broken clothes left in his arms. From the outside, it looked like Zhu Peng general. That exotic Wuzong ate it up!