Douluo God Level Selection System

Following the referee's announcement of the start of the game, Zhang Lei directly summoned his martial soul and carried out possession.

In a burst of red light, Zhang Lei's body changed abnormally, his face became hideous and terrifying, his eyes became manic and terrifying, and his whole person became terrifying.

"Hehehe, this is my spirit, blood demon! It's a very rare special spirit, you can't see it at all!" Zhang Lei said triumphantly.

"How? Did you scare you? Hehehe, if you give up now, I can let you go!"

Zhang Lei's blood demon martial soul is quite special. It can corrode the opponent's soul power during an attack, making the opponent weaker and weaker.

It is precisely based on the power of his martial soul that Zhang Lei can practice the insidious kung fu of blood handprints, and those who are hit will lose their soul power until they lose their lives.

But unfortunately, he just met Qi Ling this time!Speaking of evil, is there anything more evil than the emperor among the demons and the blood emperor?

So Qi Ling smiled helplessly, and said, "Did you beat Zhu Zhuqing like this? If only this is the case, it really disappoints me."

"Blood Demon Emperor: Possession!"

In the bloody light, the Blood Demon Emperor once again descended into the world, Qi Ling also restored that noble and mysterious temperament, as if looking at a defective product, looking at Zhang Lei in front of him.

The audience who were originally excited to cheer on Zhang Lei directly turned off the fire!A fool can also tell that Qi Ling's martial arts spirit is much more advanced than Zhang Lei.'

This is not only seen from the aura of the two sides, but more importantly, since Qi Ling completed the possession of the martial soul, Zhang Lei has seen the appearance of a natural enemy, his legs trembling constantly, and the big beads of sweat on his forehead Stop rolling off.

Zhang Lei naturally didn't want this, but it was an instinctive sense of fear that was deep in his soul. It was a demon's innate surrender to his own more advanced existence.

"You, what kind of spirit are you? How could you restrain me so much!" Zhang Lei said painfully.

"The brilliance of the spark, dare to win the glory of the sun and the moon! Zhang Lei, didn't you say that you want me to see your bloody handprints? Just use it!" Qi Ling clasped his arms around his chest, as if looking at low-level creatures Looking at Zhang Lei and said.

Faced with Qi Ling, Zhang Lei panted, knowing that the more he procrastinated, the smaller his chances would be.

At this moment, I was just standing in front of Qi Ling, and a sense of despair naturally appeared in my heart, as if the person in front of me was an existence that I could never defeat. Without a fight, the intent to fight was defeated!

"Impossible! My bloody handprint is invincible in the world, no one can stop it, how could I just lose to you like this!"

As Zhang Lei spoke, he began to mobilize the spirit power in his body, and a yellow century-old spirit ring lit up on his body.

"First Soul Ability: Soul Power Increase!"

Zhang Lei's first spirit ability: Amplification of spirit power, which can forcibly increase his spirit power, thus reaching the standard of using blood handprints.

After the increase in spirit power, Zhang Lei's right hand began to gradually turn red, and soon became a blood-like color, exuding bursts of strange auras.

"Second Spirit Ability: Blood Demon Walks Fast!"

Zhang Lei's second spirit ability can improve his agility in a short time, so that his attack can hit the opponent.

Both of his soul abilities serve his evil power "blood handprint", and the purpose is to use his evil power to determine the victory or defeat with one blow.

In fact, Zhang Lei's move was indeed unprofitable. As long as the opponents in the past were hit, there was no one who did not surrender.

Therefore, Zhang Lei also has reason to believe that even if the opponent's martial arts spirit is noble, as long as he hits his own blood handprint, he will definitely surrender immediately as before.

"Look at the move, bloody handprint!" Zhang Lei quickly walked around behind Qi Ling and slapped his vest on his vest.He felt good with this palm, and showed his full strength.

But when Zhang Lei backed away contentedly, ready to wait for Qi Ling to suffer unbearable pain, and begged for mercy, he found that Qi Ling didn't seem to be injured at all, and even the smile on his face had not changed.

"Go on, Zhang Lei, why did you retreat?" Qi Ling smiled, "I didn't deliberately defend, just want to experience your bloody handprints. Why did you pat me lightly and ran away?"

"Ah, maybe you already made a move just now? Huh? No?"

Looking at the angry expression on Qi Ling's face, coupled with his dismissive tone, even the dead would be brought back to life by him.

Zhang Lei didn't understand why he obviously hit him, but the blood handprint did not work, so he continued to attack Qi Ling.

"Blood handprint!"

This time, the situation remained the same, and Qi Ling said without pain or itch, "Go on, I don't have the energy to beat people, and I still say that he is a socialist?"

"Damn, I don't believe it, my bloody handprint can't be invalid!" Zhang Lei said, and slapped Qi Ling three more palms.

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

But what made him desperate was that Qi Ling didn't seem to have changed, as if he hadn't played Qi Ling just now, which made Zhang Lei doubt whether his blood handprints were pirated.

In fact, Zhang Lei's bloody handprints are of course genuine, and Qi Ling is not unresponsive, but it is not an injury, but a boost of energy.

Zhang Lei's blood handprint, to his blood demon emperor's martial soul, was like a tonic at all. When hit on himself, he was instantly absorbed by himself, instead replenishing his spirit power.

What can cause harm to him is the power directly used by Zhang Lei, but for him who has practiced the Nine Ranks True Dragon Art, this is really the same as tickle.

"Are you finished? It's really hard work, the blood handprint is indeed a well-deserved reputation, powerful!" Qi Ling looked at Zhang Lei in front of him, and continued to say furiously.

"Well, it's powerful... even more powerful than the uncle of the bathhouse. It can't be better for taking a bath! I think you could just change your name to Bathing Palm!"

Zhang Lei felt that he was about to vomit out a mouthful of blood. He hadn't seen such a poisonous snake before, and he hadn't taken a shot yet, and he couldn't bear a mouth.

"You, what effort did you use, and why my bloody handprint has no effect on you!" Zhang Lei asked unwillingly.

"It's very simple. I didn't do anything. It's just your bloody handprint, which is too low-level!" Qi Ling smiled.

"I will let you see what it feels like to truly extract soul power! The first soul ability: Blood Demon Hundred Claws!"

The sky full of claw shadows enveloped the space in front of Zhang Lei, making him unable to avoid it at all, but when the claw shadow fell on him, he found that he was not seriously injured.

But before Zhang Leisong breathed a sigh of relief, his face immediately changed, because he noticed that every time he suffered an attack, a trace of soul power would be drawn out of his body!

Although the soul power drawn each time is not much, but he has to face hundreds of attacks!Even Zao Wou-ki couldn't bear such an attack several times, let alone him.

Coupled with the excessive use of blood handprints, the soul power is already in a state of near-exhaustion.

After hundreds of claw attacks, before halfway through, Zhang Lei had already rolled his eyes and fell to the ground. Even his cheeks seemed to be sunken and almost drained.

Zhang Lei at this time, just want to say, I really don't have any more, there is not a drop left!