With the referee announced the start of the game, Zhang Lei directly summoned his own soul and carried out the attachment.

    In a burst of red light, Zhang Lei''s body changed, his face became ferocious, his eyes became manic and terrible, and his whole life became gloomy and terrible.

    "Hey, this is my soul, blood demon! It''s a very rare kind of special martial spirit, which can''t be seen at all! " Zhang Lei said triumphantly.

    "How''s it going? Did it scare you? Hey, if you give up now, I can let you go! "

    Zhang Lei''s blood demon spirit has special strength. It can corrode the opponent''s soul power and make him weaker and weaker in attack.

    It''s based on the power of his soul that Zhang Lei can develop such sinister Kung Fu as blood fingerprints. The hit person will lose his soul power all the time until he loses his life.

    But unfortunately, this time he met Qi Ling! To say evil, is there any more evil existence than the king of demons, the blood devil?

    So Qi Ling had no choice but to smile and said, "is that how you beat Zhu Zhuqing? If that''s the only way, I''m really disappointed. "

    "Blood devil Emperor: possessed!"

    In the blood light of the sky, the blood devil emperor came to the world again. Qi Ling also restored his noble and mysterious temperament, just like looking at a defective product, looking at Zhang Lei in front of him.

    Originally excited to Zhang Lei refueling audience, at this time directly collective flameout! A fool can see that Qi Ling''s spirit is much higher than Zhang Lei''s. "

    this is not only seen from the momentum of both sides, but more importantly, since Qi Ling completed the attachment of martial spirit, Zhang Lei has seen the appearance of a natural enemy, his legs are shaking, and the beads of sweat on his forehead are rolling down.

    Naturally, Zhang Lei didn''t want to, but it was an instinctive fear deeply engraved in his soul. It was a natural submission of the devil to his higher existence.

    "You, what kind of soul are you? How could you restrain me so much Zhang Lei said painstakingly.

    "The light of spark, also dare to win glory from the sun and the moon! Zhang Lei, didn''t you mean to show me your blood fingerprints? Just let it out Qi Ling embraces his chest with both hands, and looks at Zhang Lei as if he is looking at a low-level creature.

    Facing Qi Ling, Zhang Lei gasps for breath. He knows that the more he procrastinates, the less his chance will be.

    At the moment, I just stand in front of Qi Ling, and I feel a sense of despair naturally in my heart. It seems that the person in front of me is an existence that I can never overcome. Without fighting, I have lost my will to fight!

    "No way! My bloody fingerprints are invincible and unstoppable. How can I lose them to you like this! "

    Zhang Lei said, and began to run the soul power in his body, with a yellow Centennial Soul Ring on his body.

    "The first soul skill: Soul power increase!"

    Zhang Lei''s first soul skill: increase of soul power, which can force his own soul power to reach the standard of using blood fingerprints.

    After the increase of soul power, Zhang Lei''s right hand began to turn red gradually, and soon became the same color as blood, emitting strange breath.

    "Second soul skill: Blood demon trot!"

    Zhang Lei''s second soul skill can improve his agility in a short time, so that his attack can hit the opponent.

    His two soul skills are all for his evil skill "blood fingerprints", and the purpose is to use his evil skill to play a decisive role.

    As a matter of fact, Zhang Lei''s move is indeed against him. As long as his opponents in the past win, they will not surrender.

    Therefore, Zhang Lei also has reason to believe that even if the other party''s spirit is advanced, as long as he gets his own bloody fingerprints, he will surrender immediately as before.

    "Look, bloody fingerprints!" Zhang Lei quickly goes around Qi Ling''s back and claps his palm on his vest. He felt good and gave full play to his strength.

    But when Zhang Lei retreats contentedly and is ready to wait for Qi Ling to suffer from pain, he finds that Qi Ling doesn''t seem to be hurt at all, and even the smile on his face hasn''t changed.

    "Go on, Zhang Lei. How did you retreat?" Qi Ling said with a smile, "I didn''t defend specially. I just want to experience your blood fingerprints. How can you pat me and run away?"

    "Ah, I don''t think you''ve made a move just now? Well? No? "

    Looking at the angry expression on Qi Ling''s face, coupled with his dismissive tone, even the dead will be alive with his anger.

    Zhang Lei doesn''t understand why he hit him, but the blood fingerprint doesn''t work, so he continues to attack Qi Ling.

    "Blood fingerprints!"

    This time, the situation is still the same, Qi Ling is still painless, said: "continue ah, beat people have no strength, also said he is mixed society?"

    "Damn, I don''t believe it, my blood fingerprints can''t be invalid!" Zhang Lei said and clapped three palms at Qi Ling.

    "Blood fingerprints! Blood fingerprints! Blood fingerprints After three palms, Zhang Lei is exhausted. After all, blood fingerprints need to consume a lot of soul power, which is his limit.But to his despair, Qi Ling doesn''t seem to have any change, just like he didn''t hit Qi Ling just now, which makes Zhang Lei doubt whether his blood fingerprints are pirated.

    In fact, Zhang Lei''s blood fingerprints are of course genuine, and Qi Ling is not unresponsive, but not injured, on the contrary, it is a spiritual boost.

    Zhang Lei''s blood fingerprints are just like a tonic to the soul of his blood devil emperor. When they hit him, he was absorbed by himself in an instant. Instead, he replenished his soul power.

    What can hurt him is Zhang Lei''s direct power, but for him who has practiced the nine turn dragon Jue, it''s just like tickling.

    "Are you done? It''s really hard work. Blood fingerprints really deserve their reputation and are powerful! " Qi Ling looks at Zhang Lei in front of him and continues to say angrily.

    "Well, it''s more powerful than the master of the bathhouse. It''s really better to use it to take a bath! I think you might as well change your name to rub bath palm! "

    Zhang Lei felt that he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood immediately. He had never seen such a poisonous snake before, and he could not bear to open his mouth.

    "What kind of Kungfu did you use, and why my bloody fingerprints have no effect on you?" Zhang Lei asked reluctantly.

    "It''s very simple. I didn''t do anything. It''s just your blood fingerprints. It''s too low-level!" Qi Ling said with a smile.

    "I''ll show you what it''s like to really extract soul power! The first soul skill: Blood devil hundred crack claw

    The claw shadow all over the sky covers the space in front of Zhang Lei, making him unable to escape. But when the claw shadow falls on him, he finds that he has not been seriously hurt.

    But without waiting for Zhang Lei to breathe a sigh of relief, his face immediately changed, because he realized that every time he suffered an attack, a trace of soul power would be pulled out of his body!

    Although each extraction of soul power is not much, but they have to face hundreds of attacks! Even Zhao Wuji could not bear such attacks several times, let alone him.

    In addition, if you use blood fingerprints excessively, your soul power is in a state of near exhaustion. If you are drawn down again, you will lose your life.

    Before half of the hundreds of claw strokes, Zhang Lei had rolled his eyes and fell to the ground. Even his cheek seemed to be sunken and almost squeezed dry.

    At this time Zhang Lei, just want to say, I really do not have a drop left!