THE DOULUO GODLY CHOICE SYSTEM

Douluo Godly Choice System Chapter 37: Winning with great ease

Following the referee's announcement of the start of the match, Zhang Lei instantly summoned his martial soul and performed ball possession.

In a burst of red light, Zhang Lei's body turned abnormally, his face became hideous and terrifying, his eyes became manic and terrifying, and his entire body became terrifying.

"Hehehe, this is my spirit, the blood devil! It's a very rare special spirit, you can't see it at all!" Zhang Lei said triumphantly.

"Hows it? Did you scare you? Hehehe, if you give up now, I can let you go!"

Zhang Lei's blood demon martial soul possessed an extremely special power, it could damage an opponent's soul force when attacking, making the opponent even weaker and weaker.

Precisely based on his martial soul power, Zhang Lei was able to practice dangerous kung fu from the blood hand imprint, and those affected would lose their soul power until they lost their lives.

But unfortunately, he had just met Qi Ling this time! Speaking of evil, is there anything more evil than an emperor among demons and blood emperors?

So Qi Ling smiled helplessly, and said, "Did you defeat Zhu Zhuqing like this? If this is the only case, it really disappoints me."

"The Blood Devil Emperor: Possessed!"

In the bloody light, the Blood Devil Emperor once again descended into the world, Qi Ling also recovered that noble and mysterious temperament, as if looking at a broken product, staring at Zhang Lei in front of him.

The audience that was originally excited to support Zhang Lei instantly turned off the flames! A fool could also tell that Qi Ling's martial arts spirit was much more advanced than Zhang Lei's. '

This was not only seen from the auras of both sides, but more importantly, as Qi Ling completed the possession of the martial soul, Zhang Lei had seen the appearance of a natural enemy, his legs were trembling constantly, his legs were trembling constantly, and a big grain of sweat on his forehead. Stop rolling.

Zhang Lei naturally did not want this, but it was an instinctive fear that existed deep within his soul It was the innate surrender of the demons to his higher existence.

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

"The brilliance of the spark, dare to win the glory of the sun and moon! Zhang Lei, didn't you say that you want me to see the bloody traces of your hand? Just use!" Qi Ling was embracing his chest, as if looking at a low-level being. Saw Zhang Lei and said.

Facing Qi Ling, Zhang Lei gasped for breath, knowing that the more he procrastinated, the smaller the chances.

At this moment, I was just standing in front of Qi Ling, and a sense of despair naturally surfaced in my heart, it was as if the person in front of me was an existence that I could never defeat. Without a fight, the intention to fight was defeated!

"No way! My bloody handprints are invincible in the world, no one can stop it, how can I just lose to you like this!"

As Zhang Lei spoke, he began to circulate the spirit power in his body, and a century-old yellow spirit ring lit up in his body.

"First Soul Ability: Soul Power Enhancement!"

Zhang Lei's first spirit ability: Strengthening of spirit power, which can forcibly increase his spirit power, thus reaching the standard of using blood fingerprints.

After the increase in spirit power, Zhang Lei's right hand began to blush gradually, and immediately became a blood-like color, emitting a strange aura.

"Second Spirit Capability: Blood Demon Fast Walking!"

Zhang Lei's second spirit ability could increase his agility in a short period of time, so that his attacks could hit the opponent.

Both of his soul abilities serve the evil force of "blood fingerprints", and his goal is to use his evil power to determine victory or defeat with a single blow.

In fact, Zhang Lei's move was indeed unfavorable, as long as opponents in the past were exposed, there was no one who did not give up.

Therefore, Zhang Lei also had reason to believe that even though his opponent's martial arts spirit was noble, as long as he touched his own blood fingerprint, he would definitely give up as soon as before.

But when Zhang Lei retreated complacently, ready to wait for Qi Ling to suffer unbearable pain, and pleaded for mercy, he found that Qi Ling did not seem to be injured at all, he said, and even the smile on his face did not change.

“Forward, Zhang Lei, how do you retreat?” Qi Ling smiled, “I unintentionally defended, just wanting to see a trace of your bloody hand.

"Ah, didn't you just move? Huh huh? No?"

Seeing the angry expression on Qi Ling's face, coupled with the dismissive tone, even the dead would be revived by him.

Zhang Lei did not understand why he had clearly hit him, but the blood fingerprints did not work, so he continued to attack Qi Ling.

"Blood fingerprints!"

This time, the situation remained the same, and Qi Ling said without any pain or itching: "Forwardly, I have no strength to beat people up, and I still say that he is a social mess?"

“Sial, I can't believe, my bloody handprints must be invalid!” Zhang Lei said, and patted Qi Ling's three palms.

Mudra blood! Mudra blood! Mudra blood! "Zhang Lei was exhausted after hitting all three palms. After all, the blood mudra required a lot of soul force, which had already reached its limit.

But what made him despair was that Qi Ling did not seem to change, as if he was not playing Qi Ling right now, which made Zhang Lei doubt whether his blood fingerprint was pirated.

In fact, Zhang Lei's bloody hand imprint was of course genuine, and Qi Ling was not unresponsive, but it was not an injury, but an energy boost.

Zhang Lei's blood fingerprint, to the demon emperor's blood martial soul, was entirely like a tonic, hitting it, instantly absorbed by himself, instead of replenishing his soul power.

What could harm him was the power directly used by Zhang Lei, but for him who had practiced the Nine-Tiered True Dragon Art, it was truly the same as tickling.

“Are you done? Really hard work, blood fingerprints are indeed a deserved reputation, strong!” Qi Ling looked at Zhang Lei in front of him, and continued furiously.

"Well, it's strong .. even stronger than uncle's bath. Couldn't be better to take a shower! I think you can change your name to Palms Shower!"

Zhang Lei felt that he was about to vomit a mouthful of blood. He had never seen such a poisonous snake. He hasn't shot, and he can't stand his mouth.

“You, what effort do you use, and why my bloody fingerprint has no effect on you!” Zhang Lei asked reluctantly.

“Very simple. I didn't do anything. It's just your bloody fingerprint, whose level is too low!” Qi Ling smiled.

"I'll let you see what it's like to actually extract soul power! First soul ability: Blood Devil Hundred Claws!"

A sky full of shadowy claws enveloped the space in front of Zhang Lei, making him unable to avoid it at all, but when the shadow of the claws struck him, he discovered that he was not seriously injured.

But before Zhang Leisong heaved a sigh of relief, his face immediately changed, as he realized that every time he suffered an attack, traces of soul force would be pulled out of his body!

Although the soul force that was drawn each time was not much, but he had to face hundreds of attacks! Even Zao Wou-ki could not withstand such an attack multiple times, let alone him.

Coupled with the excessive use of blood fingerprints, the soul force was already in a state of near exhaustion, and if it was pulled down, I feared my life would not be saved.

After hundreds of claw attacks, before halfway through, Zhang Lei had already rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.Even his cheeks looked sunken and nearly drained.

The current Zhang Lei, just wanted to say, I really don't have any more, there isn't a single drop left!