Chapter 139: Self-harm

At the same time the thunder was blasting from the father's side, Zhao Long was not idle either. This guy uttered a roar of wild beasts, and his face became more and more hideous.
The pair of sharp horns on the top of Zhao Long's head became longer visible to the naked eye.
Before this, Zhao Long's appearance may be only 50% of the bones of the extraterritorial demon I saw in the Ecstasy, but now, I am afraid that there will be eight images.
A black whirlpool appeared behind Zhao Long, the whirlpool grew bigger and bigger, and accompanied by strong suction, I staggered under my feet and almost was sucked away.
Fortunately, my reaction was quicker, and I quickly reached out to hold a goal post, and finally stabilized my body shape.
The two quickly fought together at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye. I didn't go to the theatre either. After stabilizing my figure, I squatted down quickly, broke the wound on my palm again, and drew a huge curse on the ground with blood.
The squandering just now made me consume all the charms. At this moment, I can only use my own blood to make them on the spot.
When I was drawing the curse before, I felt like walking on thin ice, as if there was a string in my mind, and I had to be tight all the time, and finally I could draw one.
The reason for accumulating so much is purely time spent.
But now, when I paint, I have a handy, relaxed feeling.
I have a faint feeling in my heart, as if my level of drawing spells is much better than before!
At this moment, I can be regarded as understanding, it seems that the good fortune sent by the elder holding the Fa does exist. It's just that the elders who hold the law may be proficient in spells and formations, and are not good at fighting. So my fighting hasn’t been significantly enhanced.
Although I was innocently lucky and became stronger while lying down, I still felt a little unhappy in my heart.
If this skill is a little bit in the fight, now I am like the old man and Zhao Long, being able to call the wind and rain, raise hands and feet, is a kind of master style, how enjoyable.
To me like this, every time I fight with people, I can only make small movements in secret. I feel uncomfortable.
After the last stroke of the spell was drawn, I suddenly felt a very strong sense of fatigue, as if the spell I drew had taken away a lot of my mental power. At this moment, I even couldn’t stand it anymore. Sit on the ground.
After I finished this, the spells on the ground were shining brightly and darkly. I drew the spellcasting hundreds of times, but I have never seen such a situation.
I know very well that the spell drawn with blood this time must be much stronger than before.
In addition to the surprise, there is a little sadness in my heart. If I draw spells in the future, I will not have to use my own blood. If this is the case, I am afraid it will not be long before I will be anemic.
As soon as my thoughts flew slightly, Zhao Long and the old man on the other side had already fought each other a dozen moves.
Every time two people swing their swords, there will be lightning and thunder, and the other has a black whirlpool behind him. The special effects of fighting between the two people are really full.
It is strange that this ruined temple is already crumbling, and it seems that half of the roof is gone. But now that the two of them are fighting so fiercely, this ruined temple is unexpectedly strong. In the thunder and lightning, it was not torn apart.
The master's thunder-inducing tactic is still very obvious to the restraint of the extraterritorial demon. After more than a dozen moves, Zhao Long basically only had pure defense.
After the spell came into effect, although the curse could not directly kill the masters of the level of extraterritorial demon, but his ability to suppress all evil spirits was still effective, and Zhao Long's speed was still greatly defended. Originally he was only left on defense, but under this influence, he became even more stretched.
The old man's peach wood sword has never left Zhao Long's key points, and even hit several times, but Zhao Long's defensive power and vitality are really amazing. If he were a normal person, he might have been cold just by the opening of his face and heart, but this guy was still alive and kicking. Just from a few wounds, black blood kept flowing out.
The blood is still very corrosive. After flowing to the ground, it even made a sneer on the bluestone ground.
"Hehehe, it really is a real thunder-attracting technique. I thought that in this world, it is impossible for anyone to practice such boring techniques to this extent!"
After Zhao Long became more like an extraterritorial demon, his voice also changed a lot. This guy's voice now seems to be scratching a blackboard with his nails, awkward, and it makes people get goose bumps.
The fierce attack that the old man just took was obviously also very expensive, the previous fierce aura had been weakened a lot, and even he was breathing heavily. No matter how great the old man is, he is an old man after all, and he has a natural disadvantage in physical strength. But in my opinion, this is not a problem. The old man has a chance to win, let alone my spell, which is still in effect.
Even if Zhao Long has great abilities, he can only be appointed today.
The old man once again raised the sword in his hand: "I have to admit that the power of the extraterritorial demon is really amazing. I have practiced the lightning technique for most of my life, and you have just merged part of the extraterritorial demon's power and restrained in your exercises The situation has lost such energy. If you are given a longer time, or if an extraterritorial demon comes in person, the situation may be completely different."
"Although we in Longhumen have good virtues, you have committed too many evils to keep you."
Looking at the old man's posture, he was ready to send Zhao Long on the road.
"Ha ha ha..."
Zhao Long once again let out a ugly laugh, and when he died, this guy didn't even see the slightest nervousness.
"In this world, apart from me, I am afraid that only Tianshi Zhao knows the extraterritorial demon best. Don't think that you will win the battle so early. You should know that extraterritorial demon has a self-harm practice!"
After hearing this, the look on the old man's face changed, and there was no longer any nonsense, he just raised his sword and stabbed. I can see the anxieties in the old man's heart, and the situation has now developed to the point of urgency.
The old man's stern expression shows that the self-harm practice in Zhao Long's mouth does exist! Zhao Long, this guy, still has a back hand!