Chapter 87: Blood Vessel

"Giggle."
The evil smile of the leader of the floating slaughter blew up Ning Wufeng's blood, and his eyes were scarlet. Bloodshots clearly appeared in the eyes.
what happened?
Ning Wufeng's face was extremely embarrassed, and his hand holding the extinguishing gun was also full of blue muscles, and he was shaking constantly.
"Big gear."
"Large stall, are you okay." The man with the beast group saw Ning Wufeng and hurried around.
"Go, keep working!" Ning Wufeng sighed, his eyes were red and purple, and his voice was dull, and he pushed the man away.
He had scarlet eyes, staring at the leader of the floating slaughter and making a heavy roar.
The men of the Beast Regiment knew that Ning Wufeng was fighting for time for them, and immediately speeded up his hands, and every stone was continuously buried in the soil.
"Haha, but that's it!" The leader of the Tutu sneered sneer, his hands spread out. There was a thunderous cheer behind him.
"Long live the lord, the gods are in the world, and life is in harmony with the sky."
"Long live the lord, the gods are in the world, and life is in harmony with the sky."
"Haha." The leader of the floating slaughterer laughed and enjoyed the pursuit of everyone.
Suddenly, he stared coldly, stared at Ning Wufeng, and said coldly: "The taste of blood spirits in the middle of the deity is very good, haha."
"The deity gives you two choices. The first is to submit to the deity. The deity can give you the right to be under one person and over ten thousand people! And the people in Qinglong Town do not have to die." Said the wind.
He fancy Ning Wufeng's qualifications, and his bloodline operation for so long, the whole bloodline exploded. But until now Ning Wufeng had died without explosion. This qualification is thousands of times better than the floating slaughtermen under his command.
Ning Wufeng scarlet eyes, glaring at the leader of the floating slaughter. His blood was beating violently, and it seemed that he might explode at any time.
Nine turns to Ming Wang Jue!
The golden primordial spirit in the sea quickly mobilizes spiritual power, and a layer of pale golden light emerges from Ning Wufeng's body, but is blocked by the red light of the blood veins.
In the second turn of Ming Wangjue, the glazed bone is shining, constantly resisting the extremely evil blood vein technique of the floating slaughter master.
It is a pity that Ning Wufeng's Nine Turns and Ming Wang Jue did not practice to the fourth turn—the exquisite spirit of hundred forging, otherwise, by virtue of the spirit of one hundred forging, the blood vein technique would not shake him at all.
One turn to two turns of Ming Wangjue focused on the defense at the physical level, and the resistance to the surgery level was much weaker.
However, blood art is not a top-notch spirit. The golden light continuously diffracted by the golden gods still has a lot of resistance to blood veins. After all, the rank of Jiu Zhuan Ming Wang Jue is much higher than blood veins.
"Then I must choose the second one!" Ning said gritted teeth, holding the extinguishing gun in his hand, and his arms were also full of blue muscles, like a thin snake appearing on the surface.
Scarlet eyes radiated a strong savage.
The leader of the floating slaughter saw Ning Wufeng's performance so far and was very satisfied. No body burst for so long. But this made him feel extremely disgusted.
Suddenly his eyes became cold, and his tone dropped instantly.
"The second option is to survive without death."
Ning looked up suddenly without a wind and said coldly, "I'm afraid you don't have such ability!"
The extinction gun exploded with a blast, and his whole momentum rose. Liaobu was on display, and a shot was stabbed at the leader of the floating slaughter.
Always defending, his situation is too passive.
The gun is as powerful as a dragon. The pure Yang gun burst into a sudden burst, and when the spiritual power tilted, the light burst out, instantly illuminating the skinny body of the leader of the floating slaughter.
The leader of the floating slaughtering body is like a dry skeleton, and the scarlet light in his eyes suddenly appeared. The dry chest screamed, the spirits swelled, and the momentum of the whole person kept rising.
"That deity completes you!" The leader of the floating slaughter snarled coldly, and suddenly shot, turning into a black figure and flying off the skull chair.
Pure Sun Shootout-Explosive Sun.
The annihilation gun shot violently, Juli really burst out at the same time, a force of 90,000 catties. The broken stone monument of Ruokai Mountain crashed to the leader of the floating slaughter.
The annihilation of the gun is weak and the gun is rushing. In a blink of an eye, the leader of the floating slaughter smashed into a ball of meat.
However, the leader of the floating slaughter suddenly reached out, sulking in darkness, and grabbed Ning Wufeng's extinguishing gun. The gunman burst suddenly in his hand, and the weird black mist burst.
"On your strength, you want to hurt the founder, dream!" The leader of the floating slaughter sneered, and between the black gas overflowing, faint ghosts constantly appeared in the black gas.
"This is just the beginning!" Ning Wufeng raised his mouth slightly. He was in full motion, his spirits swelled out of the heat, and a strong burst of energy burst out on the extinguishing gun.
The powerful spirit exploded. The dark air of the leader of the floating slaughter suddenly flickered and was scattered.
"The annihilation gun, close it!" The annihilation gun suddenly cast a layer of black light, and quickly swallowed the black gas on the leader of the floating slaughter.
"Dare to dare to devour the spiritual power of the deity?" The leader of the Futu's face calmed, then relieved, a cold smile appeared on his face.
"Then I will let you wash a dog!"
With a roar, his dry body quickly swelled at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. The whole portrait looks like inflatable. Spirit veins swelled, spiritual power roared out, and turned into a thick black gas pouring out.
This black gas may be called "low-level magic gas". It was learned by the master of the floating slaughter from a magic spirit. It is with this magic spirit that he can make the floating spirit to the present. Degree.
Moreover, the leader of the floating slaughter is very aware of his magical power. Ordinary monks dare not absorb it.
Since Ning Wufeng wanted to die, he would complete this boy. There was a flash of coldness in his eyes, and the dark air swelled all over.
However, Ning Wufeng's mouth slightly raised a smile, controlled the annihilation gun, and even carried out the puppet spirits, quickly consuming the black gas of the leader of the floating slaughter.
These magical qis were transformed into pure spirits by the extermination gun, entered his body, and were refined again by the puppet spirit master Li.
When the magical energy was absorbed by Ning Wufeng, it was already pure spiritual power.
After a long time, the leader of the floating slaughterhouse also noticed the abnormality and absorbed so much magical energy. Ning Wufeng did not change at all, but absorbed faster and faster.
He was a little worried, and quickly cut off the connection with the annihilation gun, but he did not expect that there was a suction on the annihilation gun, preventing him from withdrawing his spiritual power.
"Hate, boy, you dare to deceive the deity!" The leader of the floating slaughter ranted loudly, and the whole body's spiritual power poured out suddenly, and he broke free from the annihilation gun.
He stepped back, breathing heavily. A lot of spiritual power was just absorbed by the World Extinction Gun.
The gun in Ning Wufeng's hand swept past, with a slight smile on his mouth, saying, "Thank you for the success of the leader of the Futu."
After absorbing so much spiritual power, Ning Wufeng was refreshed and full of combat power. The guns of the world are raging, and the gun power is better than ever.
The leader of the floating slaughter looked, and his hatred was even greater.
"Suffer!"
He screamed sternly, and his whole blood surfaced. Spiritual power is violent, black gas is gushing,
"Bloodline!"
For a moment, the leader of the floating slaughter suddenly rose like a horror. Scarlet eyes, one claw caught Ning Wufeng, more than twice as fast as before.
So fast. Ning Wufeng can only capture a faint afterimage.
Unexpectedly, blood veins can be performed not only on others, but also on themselves. The abilities of those being cast have been greatly improved.
The difference is that the leader of the floating slaughter practiced the blood veins, and also kept it clear.
Doraemon, Ning Wufeng's robe was torn instantly. A faint golden light emerged from him. Three white marks appeared on the skin, but were immediately cured by golden light.
Although he practiced the first and second turns of the Nine Turns of the Ming Dynasty, the leader of the floating slaughter did not break Ning Wufeng's defense.
But Ning Wufeng still has a hot pain behind him. And this stinging feeling penetrated the soul.
Pure Sun Shootout-Explosive Sun.
The annihilation gun blasted out fiercely, and a shot was drawn to the back. But the leader of the floating slaughter was faster, the guns burst, and the afterimage exploded behind him. The leader of the floating slaughter had already left.
"Boy, here it is." The voice suddenly sounded in front of Ning Wufeng.
Ning Wufeng turned his head and suddenly felt a hot pain in his chest. Bloodstains appeared, and golden light emerged.
"Good defense." The leader of the floating slaughter licked his lips, apparently Ning Wufeng's extremely abnormal defense was beyond his expectation.
The annihilation gun exploded again, the afterglow exploded, and the figure of the leader of the floating slaughter disappeared again.
"Here is the boy."
The leader of the floating slaughter is like a cat playing with a mouse, said with a chuckle. He grabbed Ning Wufeng again with one claw.
"Spirit swordsmanship!"
Ning Wufeng was struggling to be caught in one of his claws, and a ray of light burst out from his hand. His eyes were not touched, but the consciousness had controlled Feijian to shoot at the leader of the floating slaughter.
Doraemon, a beam of blood shot out.
The leader of the Futu sank, and looked down at the wound on his chest.
And Ning Wufeng was suffering at this time and his facial features had been distorted. The claw of the leader of the floating slaughter had hidden the magical energy. The magical gas did not break his defense, but penetrated into the skin, corroding his body strongly.
"Ah!" Ning Wufeng couldn't help snorting, his face pale. Obviously, Jiu Zhuan Ming Wang Jue is not an invincible magic weapon, not an amulet of immortality.
The leader of the floating slaughter is similar to the method of fighting cattle across the mountain. Although Ning Wufeng covered the armor, the internal force penetrated into the armor, and it was also injured.
However, the leader of the floating slaughter was also injured by Ning Wufeng's sword. The ribs on the chest are clearly visible.
He didn't have such a perverted defense as Ning Wufeng, and the scarlet blood dripped on the ground. There was a trace of pain on the leader of the floating slaughter, but it was also fanatical.
"It's been a long time since I felt that way, nostalgic." He said dreamily.
As soon as the words fell, his cold eyes stared at Ning Wufeng. From his feet, a thin layer of frost spread.
With a click, a few inches of bluestone slabs were cracked by the cold.