God of Douluo level selection system

As the referee announced the start of the game, Zhang Lei directly summoned his martial soul and possessed him.

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

"Hey hey, this is my martial soul, the blood demon! It is a very rare and special martial soul, which is not seen in ordinary times!" Zhang Lei said proudly.

"How? Did it scare you? Hehehe, if you admit defeat now, I can let you go!"

Zhang Lei's blood demon martial soul has a very special power. It can corrode the opponent's soul power during the attack, making the opponent weaker and weaker.

It is based on the power of his martial soul that Zhang Lei can practice the insidious kung fu of blood handprint. Those who are hit will lose their soul power all the time, until they lose their lives.

But unfortunately, he met Qi Ling this time!Speaking of evil, is there any existence more evil than the emperor of demons, the Blood Demon Emperor?

So Qi Ling smiled helplessly and said, "Is this how you defeated Zhu Zhuqing? If that's the only way, it would really disappoint me."

"Blood Demon Emperor: Possessed!"

In the bloody light that soared into the sky, the Blood Demon Emperor came to the world again, and Qi Ling also regained his noble and mysterious temperament, sizing up Zhang Lei in front of him as if he were looking at a defective product.

The audience that was originally extremely excited to cheer for Zhang Lei suddenly turned off!Even a fool can see that Qi Ling's martial spirit is much more advanced than Zhang Lei. '

This is not only seen from the momentum of both parties, but more importantly, since Qi Ling completed the possession of the martial soul, Zhang Lei looked like he had seen a natural enemy, his legs kept shaking, and there were big beads of sweat on his forehead. Stop rolling down.

Zhang Lei naturally didn't want to do this either, but this was an instinctive sense of fear deeply rooted in his soul, and it was the devil's natural submission to his higher existence.

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

"The brilliance of a star fire dares to compete with the sun and the moon! Zhang Lei, didn't you say you want me to see your bloody handprints? Just show it!" Qi Ling crossed his arms and looked at low-level creatures. Looking at Zhang Lei, he said.

Zhang Lei faced Qi Ling, panting heavily, knowing that the longer he delayed, the slimmer his chances would be.

At this moment, I was just standing in front of Qi Ling, and I naturally felt a sense of despair in my heart, as if the person in front of me was an existence that I could never defeat. Without fighting, my fighting spirit has been lost!

"Impossible! My blood handprint is invincible and unstoppable, how could I lose to you like this!"

As Zhang Lei said, he began to activate the soul power in his body, and a yellow century-old soul ring lit up on his body.

"The first soul skill: soul power increase!"

Zhang Lei's first soul skill: Soul Power Amplification, can forcibly increase one's own soul power, so as to meet the standard of using the blood handprint.

After the increase in soul power, Zhang Lei's right hand gradually turned red, and soon became the color of blood, exuding bursts of strange aura.

"Second Soul Skill: Blood Demon Quick Step!"

Zhang Lei's second soul skill can improve his agility in a short period of time, so that his attack can hit the opponent.

Both of his soul skills serve his evil power "Blood Handprint", the purpose is to use his evil power to decide the outcome with one blow.

As a matter of fact, Zhang Lei's move is indeed invincible, as long as the opponents in the past were hit by the move, all of them would not surrender.

Therefore, Zhang Lei also has reason to believe that no matter how advanced the opponent's martial spirit is, as long as he is hit by his blood handprint, he will definitely surrender as before.

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

But when Zhang Lei retreated with satisfaction, preparing to wait for Qi Ling to be in unbearable pain and begging for mercy, he found that Qi Ling seemed not 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 said with a smile, "I deliberately didn't defend myself because I wanted to experience your bloody handprint. Why did you just pat me and run away?"

"Ah, shouldn't you have already made a move just now? Oh? No way?"

Looking at the angry expression on Qi Ling's face, coupled with his dismissive tone, even a dead person would be made angry by him.

Zhang Lei didn't understand why the bloody handprint didn't work even though he clearly hit him, so he continued to attack Qi Ling.

"Blood fingerprint!"

This time, the situation remained the same. Qi Ling still said calmly: "Go on, you don't have the strength to hit people, and you still say that you are a promiscuous person?"

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

"Blood handprint! Blood handprint! Blood handprint!" After three palms, Zhang Lei was exhausted. After all, blood handprint needs to consume a lot of soul power, which is already his limit.

But what made him despair was that Qi Ling looked unchanged, as if the person he had just beaten was not Qi Ling, which made Zhang Lei wonder whether his bloody fingerprints were pirated.

In fact, Zhang Lei's bloody handprint was of course genuine, and Qi Ling was not unresponsive, but instead of being injured, he felt refreshed.

Zhang Lei's blood handprint was like a tonic for his Blood Demon Emperor martial soul. It was absorbed by him instantly when it hit him, and instead replenished his soul power.

What can cause harm to him is Zhang Lei's direct use of power, but for him who has practiced the Nine Turns True Dragon Art, this is really the same as scratching an itch.

"Are you done? It's really hard work. The bloody handprint is indeed well-deserved and powerful!" Qi Ling looked at Zhang Lei in front of him and continued to say angrily.

"Well, it's powerful...even more powerful than the master in the bathhouse. It's perfect for scrubbing! I think you should just rename it the scrubbing palm!"

Zhang Lei felt like he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood. He had never seen such a venomous person before, and before he took action, he already couldn't bear the mouth opening.

"You, what kind of effort did you use? Why did my bloody handprint have no effect on you!" Zhang Lei asked unwillingly.

"It's very simple. I didn't do anything. It's just that your bloody handprints are too low-level!" Qi Ling said with a smile.

"I'll let you see what it feels like to truly extract soul power! The first soul skill: Blood Demon's Hundred Split Claws!"

The sky-wide claw shadow covered the space in front of Zhang Lei, making it impossible for him to avoid it. However, when the claw shadow fell on him, he found that he was not seriously injured.

But before Zhang Leisong took a breath, his expression changed immediately, because he noticed that every time he was attacked, a trace of soul power would be drawn out of his body!

Although the soul power drawn each time is not much, he has to face hundreds of attacks!Even Zhao Wuji couldn't withstand such attacks a few times, let alone him.

Coupled with the excessive use of blood handprints, the soul power is already in a state of being almost exhausted, and if it is drawn out, I am afraid that my life will be lost.

After hundreds of claw strikes, Zhang Lei rolled his eyes and fell to the ground before he was even halfway through. Even his cheeks seemed to be sunken and almost squeezed dry.

At this moment, Zhang Lei just wants to say, I am really gone, not a single drop left!