"One thousand eight hundred and eighty-seven, one thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight, one thousand eight hundred and eighty-nine......"

The stout old trees stretched out their vigorous branches, and countless wide leaves grew, and the dense green was densely stacked together, blocking the sunlight and casting cool shade under the trees. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The refreshing wind blew under the trees, swept away a few faint wisps of tea, brushed the moss-covered torsos of the old trees, and gradually disappeared into the depths of the mountains.

"Whew, it's really good tea!"

The Blood Fighting God slowly put down the already empty teacup, still savoring the residual fragrance in his mouth, and when he wanted to raise the teapot to add another cup of tea to himself, there was a bloody hand holding the teacup on the table in front of him.

Seeing this, not only was he not surprised, but he raised his eyebrows in surprise, raised his voice and shouted, "Oh, aren't you still dead? ”

"Two thousand and one, two thousand and two, two thousand and three......"

No one answered, but at the cliff in front of the ancient tree, there was a smell of gnashing of teeth in the voice out of thin air.

"Hehe, let's get started!"

With a soft whisper, the palm of the Blood Fighting God suddenly reached forward, and at the same time, several thin empty slashing threads poked out from their fingertips, like swift spirit snakes, unstoppably winding towards the teacup.

The hand of blood shook quickly, narrowly dodging the air slashing wires, and then suddenly landed on the table, and the five fingers quickly disintegrated into countless blood threads, quickly winding upwards.

"Hmm!"

The blood fighting god's eyes flashed, his five fingers opened to dodge the air slash, and the wrist that fell on the corner of the table flicked, and the index and middle fingers stretched out, and suddenly went towards the teacup.

Syllable!

With a soft sound, the two fingers stretched out by the Blood Fighting God were instantly clasped on the table by the blood hand that had reappeared, while the teacup that was originally held in the palm of the hand was thrown high in the air.

Even though there was no wind blowing, the leaves shook and rustled.

The bloody hand suddenly flipped up from the table, dodging the blood-colored blade stabbed from under the palm, the thumb and middle finger together, and after a crisp snap of the fingers, a trident and a long knife clashed, making a crisp sound.

When it is long!

The teacup fell from the air, just at the end of the halberd's handle, and after a quick spin, it became entangled in the blood threads that spread from the bloody hand. The next moment, a figure leaped up from under the cliff like a roc spreading its wings, and whether it was the table holding the teapot or the trident and long knife that struck each other, all disintegrated into countless thin blood lines.

The Blood Fighting God caught the teacup and teapot with his cane, and refilled a cup of pale cyan tea in a timely manner.

The figure rushed to the Blood Fighting God in three steps and two steps, unceremoniously took the teacup, like a cow chewing a peony, and drank the tea in one gulp. In the face of the figure's unreasonable behavior, the Blood Fighting God was not angry at all, but continued to fill the cup with water, and then drank it dry by the figure in one gulp.

After repeating this several times, the figure was dripping with sweat, and the violently heaving chest was slightly soothed.

"Very good, worthy of my best apprentice, this strength is enough to make you stand on top of the world!"

Putting down the teapot, the Blood Fighting God marveled at the figure in front of him.

"So what? Old man, will I be able to become a teacher? ”

Sitting cross-legged without a figure, the figure shook its head vigorously, and its long sweat-soaked hair, which had not been trimmed for a long time, cut a black waterfall in the air, revealing a pair of horns that bent backwards like goats.

"Bai Ze, my most talented disciple, don't you want to continue to accompany your aging master?"

"Hey, you still keep this old man to bluff others! One of my real fetal eggs that I used for training two days ago was the elder level you hunted personally, right? ”

With a disdainful snort, Bai Ze lay on the ground, letting his strong chest face the sky naked. After a year of arduous training, his muscles all over his body were strong but not bloated, and they were arranged in the most perfect shuttle shape, and under the white skin that did not change even a bit of sun exposure, there was an explosive power like a cheetah.

"I even sealed my legs with the Blood Enchantment, but fortunately I blocked that blow with the 'Absolutely Unbreakable Blood Cross Shield', otherwise I would have been killed by the pit!"

Thinking of the hardships he had experienced in the past year, Bai Ze couldn't help but bow to himself with bitter tears. Ever since he almost lost half his life in the desert for the first time, his cultivation has become more and more perverted, and he has begun to be tied up and thrown into a pool full of piranhas, not allowed to use any spells, and fighting with adult black bears with his bare hands, which seems to be an act of death to ordinary people, which is simply an appetizer in his cultivation process.

When you get to the back, why let yourself tie your feet with an empty chopping wire, and then hang on the cliff to do two thousand hanging sit-ups and close your eyes, and destroy a real fetal egg in thirty seconds...... If it weren't for the main god and the power of chaos, I am afraid that if I don't die, I will be like my own master, and I can only walk on crutches.

As for what was almost gnawed into a skeleton by a piranha, beaten to the point of a broken body by an angry black bear, and almost fell out of his brain after falling off a cliff two thousand meters above the ground, and was turned into a sieve by a real fetal egg......

Recalling those 'unforgettable' experiences, Bai Ze still feels a dull pain all over his body.

Moreover, in addition to following the hellish cultivation of the Blood Fighting God, he also put in more efforts that ordinary people couldn't imagine!

Slowly raising his hand, the three different techniques were like toy building blocks, constantly disconnecting and decomposing in the blood, and then reassembled to form a new technique, while the blood flowing in the veins gradually extended and grew with Bai Ze's will......

Fighting Blood, Wind God, One of the Blades, Empty Slashing Silk, Blood Enchantment

Bloodshed, Vulcan, Spirit, Flame, Super Compressed Flame

Bregrid's Bloodshed, 11 Style, Gyratory Combo

Infinite Blood Fighting Technique: Vacuum Kill Flame

A blood-red flash pierced the air and roared into the sky, and a moment later, a thunderous roar suddenly sounded in the sky, and along with the brilliant golden flames, it suddenly robbed the sun of its brilliance.

"What a brilliant light!"

Holding the teacup, the Blood God looked up at the sky. Even he had to admit that the degree of evil of his own disciples was beyond his expectations.

Based on the superposition theory of multi-attribute techniques he studied, different techniques coexist, understand, split and recompose, as if alchemy is constantly updating the techniques to achieve the purpose of gradual enhancement...... If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that anyone would complete this kind of demon-level blood method.

Looking at the dazzling light in the sky, Bai Ze had mixed feelings in his heart.

In order to realize the glimmer of inspiration that occasionally flashed on the way to this cultivation, it is unceremonious to say that he did not have a moment of rest for a whole year. Awake, follow the Blood Fighting God to exercise control over the blood method, and once it is time to rest or get injured, he will analyze the technique with the help of the main god.

Although it is theoretically possible to have multiple attribute superimpositions, it is impossible for everyone to know:

In order to find a way to maintain multiple techniques in the blood, how many times did he trace the root of the technique, just to find a balance!

In order to understand the procedures, he took the trouble to break down the procedures into thousands, tens of thousands, starting from the initial starting point, to understand the composition, function, and meaning of each point!

In order to recreate the technique, he disrupts all the techniques, compares them with each other, eliminates the overlapping techniques, and derives new ones...... In the end, he was able to accurately reconstruct each technique, even with his eyes closed.

And that's not even the hardest!

The most difficult thing is that in order to ensure the growth of the technique, he has to further deduce the root of the perfectly combined technique, and every step is unimaginably complicated for him.

After spending a whole year, every minute without rest, Bai Ze finally succeeded in making something that suited him best!

Infinite Blood Fighting Technique!

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