Chapter 52 Absorption, Blood Sword

In the forbidden land of the secluded forest, in the Shura blood pool, Ding Buer's blood sea magic skill and the Northern Spiritual Skill operated at the same time to frantically absorb the essence and blood in the blood pool, and as the double power ran faster and faster, the blood-colored vortex around the body became more and more huge, and gradually became a whale swallowing trend. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The three of Ouyang Heaven's deeds in the blood pool were affected by the whirlpool and were immediately interrupted.

"Damn, who is it?"

The three people in the blood pool were all a little annoyed, and they opened their mouths angrily, looking at each other, but they saw that each other's eyes were a little puzzled and angry.

"Look, what is this!"

A Blood Demon Sect disciple who had previously ignored Ding Bu'er pointed to the blood-colored vortex that was quickly approaching him and exclaimed.

When Ouyang shocked the two of them when they heard the disciple's words, they also discovered the whirlpool that was constantly expanding and approaching, and felt the strong suction in the whirlpool, and even the blood in their bodies seemed to be sucked out of the body, and the three of them were shocked and hurriedly crossed the blood pool and landed outside the blood pool.

After escaping from the blood pool, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly looked into the blood pool, only to see Ding Buer sitting in the center of the blood-colored vortex with his eyes closed, and the entire blood-colored vortex formed a huge funnel, which continuously flowed the essence and blood in the blood pool into Ding Buer's body, and the three of them immediately understood that this blood-colored vortex was caused by Ding Buer's cultivation.

"This Ding Fuji is too much, how can we cultivate like this, we must interrupt him!"

The other disciple of the Blood Demon Sect who had not spoken before frowned, his eyes were angry, and he looked at Ding Buji in the blood pool with hatred.

Ouyang Shocking next to him looked at Ding Buji in the blood pool, and his eyes were surprised, he didn't expect that his little junior disciple's foundation was so strong that he could make such a big movement in the blood pool, but after hearing the words of the Blood Demon Sect disciple next to him, he immediately objected coldly: "No! Ma Yuan, if you dare to make a move, don't blame me for being unkind to you!"

The disciple of the Blood Demon Sect who was called Ma Yuan by Ouyang Jingtian, heard that Ouyang Jingtian not only opened his mouth to stop it, but also made a threat, the anger in his eyes could no longer be suppressed, and he said sharply to Ouyang Jingtian: "Ouyang Jingtian, don't think that everyone usually respects you, but I'm afraid of you, I'll make a move today, see what you can do to me!"

"You can try!"

Ouyang's eyes were shocked, and the chill on his body froze all around, and he looked at Ma Yuan and said coldly.

Seeing this, Ma Yuan knew that he had no intention of saying anything, and when he changed his mind, he made a palm print to Ouyang and shocked the sky.

The palm wind condensed and killed, Ma Yuan's eyes were sharp, his palm was pushed, the wind was stirring up the gods, and the palm wind was a net, and Ouyang was shocked to retreat.

Seeing the attacking palm wind, Ouyang's shocking eyes condensed, turned his palm into a knife, and then the cold on his body regenerated, the celestial phenomena in the cave changed, and suddenly saw snowflakes appear out of thin air, flying little by little, in an instant, Ouyang shocked the palm of the knife and slashed, the frost knife rose, the knife wind rolled up thousands of piles of snow, the snow was cold, the murderous aura was even colder, the absolute chain buckled life, without a trace, the knife was hidden in the snow, the changing knife, it was difficult to distinguish between the virtual and the real, and it was impossible to distinguish between the knife and the snow.

Seeing that Ma Yuan had fallen into the disadvantage, knowing Ouyang's ruthless style, fearing that Ma Yuan was worried about his life, another disciple of the Blood Demon Sect who was watching the play next to him hurriedly shot out sword qi to interrupt the two.

The sword qi flew into the battle group, Ouyang was shocked to know that someone had interrupted, and he didn't want to entangle with Ma Yuan anymore, so he instantly raised his palm and slashed out the sword qi, and flew back.

Seeing Ouyang retreating in shock, Ma Yuan wanted to attack, but was interrupted by a voice.

"Stop, Ma Yuan!"

"Blood Sword, are you going to stop me too!"

The furious Ma Yuan looked at the bloody sword and asked loudly.

"Quench your anger, it's not that I'm going to stop you, you want to know what kind of place this is, is it a place where you can be presumptuous?"

Seeing that Ma Yuan not only did not appreciate it, Blood Sword also asked himself, his eyebrows trembled, his eyes turned cold, and he reprimanded.

Hearing the tone of the blood sword, noticing the cold color in the other party's eyes, the anger in Ma Yuan's heart was suddenly extinguished, thinking of the unkindness of his tone just now, he was startled, he could provoke Ouyang to the sky, although the other party has a cold-faced Shura, and his strength is claimed to be not inferior to Zhan Chaoyun, but he has never seen how the other party makes a move, Ma Yuan does not think that he will weaken the other party too much, but the blood sword is different, the strength of the blood sword is obvious to all among the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect, ranking second among the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect, even if the blood halberd god who is ranked third sighs Zhan Chaoyun has to deal with it politely when he sees the blood sword, and although his own strength is also ranked in the top twenty, it is not enough to face the blood sword。 Thinking of this, Ma Yuan immediately said with some trepidation: "Don't dare!"

The change in Ma Yuan's attitude before and after, Ouyang was shocking in his eyes, and he couldn't help but show a trace of contempt in his eyes, but when he looked at the blood sword, there was a kind of fighting intent rising in his psychology.

The Blood Sword was also a little surprised by Ouyang Jingtian's battle intent Blood Sword, and was also a little surprised by the strength that Ouyang Jingtian had just shown, because as the top disciple of the Blood Demon Sect, the Blood Sword clearly knew that Ouyang Jingtian not only had good sword skills, but what was even more terrifying was the opponent's marksmanship, and the "Hundred Steps Shura Spear" cultivated by Ouyang Jingtian was the top marksmanship of the Famous Blood Demon Sect.

However, although he was surprised by the strength of the other party, the blood sword didn't think that the current Ouyang Jingtian could pose much of a threat to himself, in the face of Ouyang Jingtian's battle intent, the blood sword looked at Ouyang Mingyue and nodded, and continued: "Since Senior Brother Ding has such an opportunity, what if we wait for a while, I don't think his state will last long!"

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At this time, Ding Buji in the blood pool had already devoted himself to the cultivation of the Blood Sea Demon Skill, and he did not have the slightest sense of the battle disputes outside the blood pool, especially after feeling that the Blood Sea Demon Gong had absorbed the essence blood in the Shura Blood Pool, not only did the cultivation progress increase crazily, but the dantian blood sea opened up by the Blood Sea Demon Skill in his body also began to expand indefinitely, and what surprised Ding Buji even more was that the color of the Blood Sea became more bright red and more viscous, which also meant that Ding Buji would perform the Blood Sea Demon Skill in the future, and the corresponding magic power would become more powerful.

However, the essence blood of the Asura King that Ding Buji had been looking forward to had never been traced, which made Ding Buji a little depressed. After cultivating another stick of incense, the spiritual consumption brought about by the simultaneous operation of the two skills made Ding Buji slowly wake up from his cultivation, and the blood-colored vortex gradually disappeared.

As soon as Ding Buer jumped into the bleeding pool, he saw Ouyang Jingtian and the three of them on the edge of the pool looking at him with the eyes of a monster, and immediately looked at Ouyang Jingtian suspiciously.

Noticing the doubt in Ding Buer's eyes, Ouyang Mingyue smiled and quipped: "Little junior brother, your cultivation has made us miserable, and we have been waiting here for a long time!"

Hearing Ouyang's shocking joke, Ding Buer reacted instantly, thinking that it was the Northern Spiritual Skill he performed that affected the cultivation of the three of them, although he thought that this could only be blamed on their means, but he was embarrassed to say: "That's the senior brother can't stand the second senior brother and the two senior brothers!"

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