Zao Wou-Ki saw that he could not get rid of Zhan Ding's pursuit, so he had to stop the sword and look at Zao Wou-Ki from a distance.

"Revenge for my junior sister?" Zhao Wuji's face was full of hideousness, "The one who killed my junior sister is obviously you and Zhan Bupo, the old immortal!"

"The person that Senior Sister Yunfeng likes is obviously me! I stay by her side all day long, eat with her, play with her, and make her happy. And what about you, what have you done for your junior sister, you only know how to cultivate, cultivate, and cultivate all day long! What does your junior sister like to eat and play, have you ever cared?"

"It's just that your cultivation qualifications are better than mine, and your cultivation is higher than mine, and you have to take advantage of that old immortal, and if you can't break that old immortal, you don't care about Senior Sister Yunfeng's feelings and marry her to you, why?"

Zao Wou-Ki questioned one after another, looking like he was crazy. Since Senior Sister Yunfeng is something I can't get, then I'd rather destroy this thing than let you get it, hahahaha!

"Who Senior Sister Yunfeng likes in my heart, you and I both know it in our hearts. If she really likes you in her heart, how can I be willing to embarrass her and let her suffer this grievance?" Zhan Ding said, his tone full of longing for his little junior sister.

"Zao Wou-ki, what kind of twisted and terrifying soul is hidden under your hypocritical face, Master, I, and Little Senior Sister are all very clear. How many times have we tried to persuade you to change your way of normal, but have you ever heard of it?"

"It's just that we never imagined that you would attack the little junior sister in a frenzy! I will kill you today to sacrifice the spirit of the little junior sister in the sky!"

After Zhan Ding finished speaking, the flying sword behind his back came out of its sheath, turning into six white sword lights and shooting towards Zhao Wouji.

Zhan Ding's sword dao realm has also reached the realm of the fourth sword light differentiation of the sword dao, and the number of sword lights he can differentiate is much more than Wang Hao!

Zhao Wuji drove the flying sword to resist, but he was only in the realm of the third flying sword condensing light of the sword dao, how could he be Zhan Ding's opponent? In just a moment, his body was already scarred.

Fortunately, Zao Wou-Ki used a flying sword to protect the vital parts and did not suffer any fatal injuries. However, if he continued like this, if no one rushed to help, he would definitely die under the sword of Zhan Ding in a short time.

Sou!

The white sword light pierced through Zao Wou-Ki's left rib, stabbing out a fist-sized wound. Zao Wou-Ki was taken aback and hurriedly sealed the wound with spiritual power.

"Zao Wou-ki, die!"

Six white sword lights shuttled back and forth beside Zhao Wuji, attacking him without stopping. Seeing that Zao Wou-Ki was powerless to resist, he was about to die at the hands of Zhan Ding.

"Zhan Ding, you forced me!"

Zao Wou-ki's eyes showed deep hatred, and he actually recalled the flying sword directly, and did not dodge or dodge Zhan Ding's attack.

Just as Zhan Ding's white sword light was about to pass through Zao Wou-Ki's chest, a blood-colored demonic aura suddenly emanated from Zao Wou-ki's body. The blood-colored demonic qi churned violently, enveloping Zhao Wuji's entire person, and Zhan Ding's white sword light couldn't pass through this blood-colored demonic qi for a while!

The blood-colored demonic qi enveloped Zhao Wuji's entire person, and Zhan Ding could no longer see his figure, only his voice came from the blood-colored demonic qi.

"Zhanding, I want you dead!"

In the blood-colored demonic qi, a terrifying blood-colored figure rushed out of it, carrying rolling demonic qi, and rushed towards Zhan Ding at an astonishing speed.

Seeing this, Zhan Ding waved his right hand and recalled the white sword light. The white sword light turned into a white sword wall in front of him, trying to block the blood-colored figure.

The blood-colored figure kicked on the sword wall, and the sword wall instantly cracked, and Zhan Ding was also shocked by the huge force and flew backwards more than ten zhang away.

With one kick, Zhan Ding was repulsed, and the blood-colored figure floated in the air, revealing his true face. At this time, Zao Wou-Ki has changed dramatically!

His eyes were scarlet, and his skin and hair were blood-red. I saw that the blood-colored demonic qi was churning violently on the surface of his body, as if viscous blood was slowly flowing, exuding a strong smell of blood to the surroundings.

Zao Wou-ki's whole person was like a demon who had just come out of a sea of blood.

"Zao Wou-ki, you pervert, madman, you dare to cultivate the Blood Dao Exercises!" Zhan Ding looked at the blood-demonized Zao Wou-Ki and said in surprise.

The Blood Dao Exercise is considered by the Righteous and Demon Realms to be one of the most evil exercises in the Tian Yuan Continent, and even most of the Demon Dao monks are respectful of the Blood Dao Exercises. Because the cruelty of the Blood Dao Exercises has greatly exceeded the bottom line of human acceptance!

In the early stage of a monk's cultivation of the Blood Dao Exercises, he could only drink raw blood in order to improve his cultivation. And the improvement of the cultivation of the Blood Dao cultivator does not depend on the cultivation qualifications, but only on how much blood the monk has drunk.

Moreover, the blood used by the Blood Dao cultivators in their cultivation must be of a race with wisdom, and their blood will do. If the Blood Dao cultivator used the blood of a beast whose spiritual wisdom had not been opened to cultivate, it would have no effect.

And there are only two races in the Tian Yuan Continent that have intelligence: the human race and the demon race. Among them, the number of human races far exceeded that of the demon race, so the blood path cultivators of the Tian Yuan Continent were basically all drinking the blood of the human race for cultivation.

In order to be able to obtain enough blood, they often carry out one bloody massacre after another.

Demon Dao monks and righteous path monks only have different concepts of cultivating immortals, they are also human beings, and as far as drinking human blood is concerned, most of the demon path monks can't accept it at all. The most important point is that a monk who cultivates the Blood Dao Exercises will gradually distort his mind, slowly turning the cultivator who cultivates the Blood Dao Exercises into a demon who only knows how to drink blood.

Therefore, in the Tian Yuan Continent, cultivators who practiced the Blood Dao Exercises were very rare. And once the Blood Dao Monk is discovered, the righteous path will do everything possible to kill him, so as not to harm the world.

Zao Wou-Ki had actually cultivated the Blood Dao Exercises to such a level, and he had drunk at least the blood of a few thousand people! Drinking the blood of thousands of people raw, it was not wrong for Zhan Ding to scold Zao Wou-Ki for being a madman!

It is said that after cultivating the Blood Dao Technique to the Jindan Realm, he can directly suck the blood into his body, and he no longer needs to drink raw blood. But this efficiency is probably even more terrifying than drinking raw blood!

"Haha, Blood Dao Exercises?" Zhao Wou-Ki showed a hideous smile and said, "Only if your strength is strong enough can you control your future and get what you want." As long as I can become stronger, it is not impossible for me to cultivate the Blood Dao Exercises?"

"I hate myself for not being able to cultivate the Blood Dao Technique earlier, so that I can get rid of you and Zhan Bupo as soon as possible, and Senior Sister Yunfeng won't have to marry you, and I won't have to die in the end!"

"Zao Wou-ki, I think you're really crazy!" Zhan Ding said angrily: "The Blood Dao Technique is just a side-by-side way, don't you think that after your blood demonization, I won't be able to kill you?"

After saying that, Zhan Ding pinched the sword trick in his hand, constantly changing, and the flying sword turned into a dazzling sword light and rushed towards Zhao Wouji.

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