The Duoluo Godly 1 System

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Following the referee's announcement of the start of the match, Zhang Lei directly summoned his martial soul and exercised mastery.

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 being 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? Are you scaring 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 can damage an opponent's soul force during an attack, making the opponent even weaker.

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

But unfortunately, he had only 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, I'm really disappointed."

"The Blood Devil Emperor: Possession!"

In the god 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 eager to cheer Zhang Lei on instantly turned off the flames! A fool could also tell that the martial arts spirit Qi Ling was much more advanced than Zhang Lei.

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

Zhang Lei naturally did not want this, but it was an instinctive fear deep within his soul. It was the devil's innate surrender to his higher existence.

"You, what kind of spirit are you? How can you hold me back 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 wanted me to see your god's fingerprints? Just use!" Qi Ling wrapped his arms around 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 delayed, 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 would never be able to defeat. Without a fight, the intention to fight was defeated!

"No way! My bloody fingerprint is invincible in the world, no one can stop it, how could I 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 spirit power, which can forcefully 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 gradually turn red, and immediately became a blood-like color, emitting bursts of strange aura.

"Second Spirit Capability: Blood Devils Walk Fast!"

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 his evil force "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 struck, there was no one who did not give up.

Therefore, Zhang Lei also had reason to believe that even if the opponent's martial arts spirit was noble, as long as he hit his own blood fingerprint, it would be fine, 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.

"Come, Zhang Lei, how did you retreat?" Qi Ling smiled, "I unintentionally defended, just wanting to experience your god fingerprints. Why did you pat me lightly and run away?"

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

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

Zhang Lei did not understand why he had clearly hit him, but his 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: "Come, I don't have the strength to defeat people, and I still say that he is a social mess?"

"Damn it, I can't believe it, my fingerprints can't be invalid!" Zhang Lei said, and patted Qi Ling's three palms.

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

But what made him despair was that Qi Ling did not seem to change, as if he had not played Qi Ling just now, which made Zhang Lei doubt whether his blood fingerprints were hijacked.

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

Zhang Lei's blood imprint, to his blood demon emperor martial soul, was like a tonic at all, hitting it, it was instantly absorbed by himself, instead it replenished 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? It's really hard work, blood fingerprints are indeed a decent, strong reputation!" Qi Ling looked at Zhang Lei in front of him, and continued furiously.

"Well, it's strong.it's even stronger than uncle's bath. There is nothing better to take a shower! I think you can change your name to Bathing Palm!"

Zhang Lei felt that he would spit out a mouthful of blood. He had never seen such a poisonous snake. He hasn't taken a shot, and he can't hold his mouth.

"You, what effort did you use, and why did 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 god's fingerprints, whose level is too low!" Qi Ling smiled.

"I'll let you see what it's like to actually extract soul power! The ability of the first soul: Blood Demon Hundred Claws!"

A sky filled with shadowy claws enveloped the space in front of Zhang Lei, making him unable to avoid it at all, but when the shadow of the claw 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 noticed 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 withdrawn, 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 almost dry.

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

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