Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Battle of Blood

Violent blood, the second state of blood qi awakening, in this state, within the maximum tolerance of the degree of damage to the body, Su Bai's physical ability will be increased to the maximum limit. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang Zhennan's brows jumped, and the strangeness in his heart became heavier and heavier. He couldn't help but take good fortune with the qi in his body, forming a faint film of qi around his body, which made him more efficient when using qi.

A hint of madness flashed in Su Bai's eyes, and he muttered in his mouth:

"It's been a long time since I've experienced this feeling of exerting all my strength, and it's good to be weak, after all, this kind of battle on the edge of life and death has not been experienced for too long......"

As soon as Su Bai's feet moved, his body disappeared in place, and the afterimage carried a reddish mist, which was the mist formed by the burning of the blood in his body when the blood was extremely active.

Yang Zhennan's pupils shrank, and he quickly responded with a punch. What shocked him was that he had responded with a quick punch, and he only happened to catch Su Bai's punch, you know, even if he was fighting against the old drunk just now, this speed was more than enough to deal with the old drunk. And in the face of Su Bai, a lonely spirit, he just happened to catch it, how fast is this?

What surprised Yang Zhennan even more was that Su Bai's punch actually made him take a step back, if he didn't take this step back and remove the strength of that fist, I am afraid that his hand would be slightly fractured.

This surprised Yang Zhennan even more, whether it was speed or strength, it was more than double the increase in blood qi awakening just now, what kind of blood could achieve this? From Su Bai's body, Yang Zhennan didn't see any changes except for being covered with black lines, but this is a phenomenon that the spirit will have when using the blood of the spirit. If it is the beast path or the hungry ghost path, then if the increase in the body is so huge, it can only be beast or spirit transformation, but Su Bai does not have any such characteristics, it is indeed just a preliminary use of blood.

Could it be some other genus?

Su Bai didn't give Yang Zhennan a chance to think, his fists kept swinging, falling on Yang Zhennan like raindrops, and each punch was no less powerful than the first punch, which made Yang Zhennan retreat one after another.

Yang Zhennan gradually realized that it would not take much time to go on like this, and the qi in his body gathered in his fist to form a faint white halo.

With a bang, their fists were sealed, and the two of them flew out upside down. Yang Zhennan was fine, but he just pushed out a few more steps, and his body was not in a big way. But Su Bai coughed lightly, a sweetness welled up in his throat, he smiled, the battle intent in his eyes was even worse, and he swallowed the blood.

"The body is a little weaker, but everyone just can't lose momentum, even if all the teeth are knocked out, they can't spit out one!"

The tyrant controlled Su Bai's body and said, obviously to Su Bai.

"There's no time, if you can't take it anymore, then you may be the one who dies. ”

The tyrant said lightly, as if Su Bai would not dissipate after he died, and Su Bai's consciousness didn't know how good it was.

"Only those who put life and death aside can find victory in the battle of life and death. That's how I fight!"

The tyrant said again, and as soon as the words fell, Su Bai's body rushed out again. Yang Zhennan is lucky, and a martial artist in the realm of imperial qi can put the qi cultivated in his body outside his body and bless it on external objects such as weapons. Yang Zhennan didn't use a weapon, but the qi was used on the palm of the fist, just like the airflow bomb used by the old drunk, Yang Zhennan was better at palming, and the transparent palm wind flew out like a wave, as if it was a counterattack to the fist like the raindrops of Su Bai just now.

But Su Bai was even more crazy, and he actually relied on his meat fist to shake the wave-like palm wind. You must know that this stack of waves is a martial arts technique that even an old drunk can easily repel, even if he does not use the stacking strength of that palm that is stronger than the other, but this dense palm wind like a tide is not something that ordinary people can all follow.

And Su Bai is like a fish swimming against the current, directly shuttling freely in the wave-like palm wind, and every time a palm wind hits him, Su Bai throws a punch, relying on his body and strength to break up each palm wind.

Simple and rude, but it gave an infinite visual shock, Yang Zhennan had never seen anyone choose to face him head-on and shake his stacked wave hand, in this way, even if it was broken, his strength would be seriously lost, and he would not be able to deal with his next attack at all. But Su Bai broke through the wave all the way, like a dragon splashing out of the water, every time he crossed a wave, his momentum increased by one point, just like his own wave stacker, each hand was stronger than the previous one. And Su Bai also broke a palm wind, the next punch became even more powerful, when he came to Yang Zhennan, the punch burning with black blood flames, as if it could break through the heavens and the earth, slammed Yang Zhennan's front door.

I saw Yang Zhennan with his hands on his chest, but he still couldn't resist the huge force, his body drew an arc in the air, and flew out more than ten meters upside down.

At the moment when he was knocked away, Su Bai's face seemed to have changed into the face of an ancient beast, he couldn't see that face clearly, he could only feel the coercion from the ancient demon from the evil tiger pupils.

When he looked at the tiger pupil, he seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and countless negative emotions rushed into his mind from all directions, making his movements stop, and the qi in his body did not have time to be transported, and he was hit by this superimposed punch several times, when even a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

Compared with the physical blow, Yang Zhennan's heart was even more devastated. I have been immersed in it for many years, but now it has been learned by others in such a short time. Although he knew from that punch that Su Bai did not master the qi, what was so terrible was that in such a short time that Yang Zhennan had fought with the old drunkard and Su Bai, Su Bai had mastered the true meaning of stacking strength, how could this not shock him. So much so that he resisted Su Bai's body, which could cause negative emotions, invaded his body, affected his mind, and there was a short-term flaw.

Su Bai struck a blow, the corners of his mouth grinned, revealing Senbai's tiger teeth, and his eyes were full of bloodthirsty battle intent. As the saying goes, once you are strong, then you will decline, and then you will be exhausted. Su Bai had not had much time, and at the moment of success, he exerted his strength again, setting off a burst of dust, and chased towards Yang Zhennan aggressively.

Another punch hit Yang Zhennan in the abdomen, Yang Zhennan only felt that his body had not yet landed, and the negative emotions in his heart had not been suppressed.

Su Bai's punch was better than one punch, but the flame-like thing formed by the extreme activity of the blood on his body was extinguished. Under the influence of the suppression of momentum and negative emotions, Yang Zhennan couldn't fight back for a while, so he had to protect his vital point, but his arm was beaten by a violent fist.

This superposition of waves must be interrupted, otherwise in the end, it will be an irresistible blow, but at that time, Su Bai will also react on his arm because of the continuous superposition of strength, and he can't bear the power at that time.

Stacking strength is actually the use of qi, and Su Bai has learned the same way and used it in the superposition of power, which is not only due to talent, but also in the continuous battle, he was infected by the momentum of the tyrant and entered a state of forgetfulness.

Yang Zhennan doesn't want to lose both with Su Bai, his strength is far better than Su Bai, and this situation is all due to his own momentary negligence, but if he doesn't let Su Bai fight with him, then he will suffer the most, even if the final result is that Su Bai's arms are broken when he strikes the last blow.

This is not a cost-effective deal, so Yang Zhennan must stop Su Bai's endless stacking energy.

Concentrating the qi of his whole body in his palm, Yang Zhennan accumulated a ball of qi in the palm of his hand, and when Su Bai hit himself with a heavy punch with blood flames again, Yang Zhennan used his strength to pull away a little distance.

This distance was originally nothing for Su Bai, who was gaining momentum, but for Yang Zhennan, it was enough.

All his strength was in the palm of his hand, and he struggled to hit the ground the moment he landed.

Su Bai caught up with Yang Zhennan with one punch, the fist that was superimposed on an unknown number of times, and even before Su Bai could cultivate his qi, he brought up the fist, and the air around the fist made a roaring sound due to the huge force, as if it was the whistling sound of the violently burning black blood flame.

This is the last punch. Su Bai's body couldn't support him to stack his strength one more time, and the violently burning blood had already been exhausted, if he forcibly took the fist, then his arm might really be useless without the blood repair. Therefore, this is a life-and-death punch, and success or failure is here.

Yang Zhennan's blow set off a huge dust mist, and Su Bai lost his figure in his eyes, and could only confirm Yang Zhennan's general location with the Tiger Pupil's perception of killing intent.

Rushed into the dust and mist, and then there was a loud bang, and Su Bai's last punch hit something.

The dust and mist dissipated, revealing Su Bai's shattered figure. He stood alone in the rubble, most of his muscles torn apart by the raging force, blood pouring from his wounds, but not a single drop of black blood. His blood seemed to have been drained.

Without the repair of the blood, his body was like a cracked earth, covered in cobweb-like blood. But that's not the reason why he's in ruins at the moment. Because when he hit something with a devastating punch, he knew it wasn't a human body, but a hard slate. The slate cracked in response, almost shattered into dust, and Su Bai's faith was shattered.

Yang Zhennan was half-kneeling, his fist slamming down on the ground, his body surrounded by convex earth thorns, and the stone slab was a piece of land lifted by his tremendous strength. It was a blow that turned the tide of the battle.

Yang Zhennan gasped and suddenly laughed, his eyes were full of anger, and he walked towards Su Bai tremblingly, as if there was black qi spreading around her body.

"It seems that the loser is indeed determined by the underneath......"