Lin Wugong clearly only has the second stage of the Demon Refining Realm, but with this "blood-solving method", the spiritual energy in his body increased greatly, and his aura also changed accordingly, as if he had gained a power that did not belong to him out of thin air!
At this time, his momentum was not weaker than that of the middle level of the Demon Refining Realm. The spiritual energy in his body, due to the particularity of the blood clan, is probably much thicker than that of ordinary middle level of the Demon Refining Realm, and is comparable to Yue Mo.
Dugu Yang in Chen’s memory.
Yue Mochen knew something was wrong, so he rushed to Lin Wugong's side, but he didn't have time to launch a sharp attack. When Lin Wugong's hands moved, the blood whip stirred up, and then burst out half-moon blood.
The blade shot towards Yue Mochen!
"Blood Arc Soul-Destroying Slash"!
The half-moon slashes were as big as a disc, and the energy contained in them was much stronger than the energy of the blood whip itself, and the speed was even more extraordinary, so fast that Yue Mochen had no chance to hide.
Although Yue Mochen was prepared and prepared the Blood Demon Shield, the Half Moon Slash still easily penetrated the shield membrane condensed by the Blood Demon power and pierced into Yue Mochen's body.
Blood, dust, blood, broken catkins, flying all over the sky.
"Puff~" Yue Mochen spitted a mouthful of blood, and the Blood Demon Shield broke through and his whole body flew backwards.
The hand that had originally grabbed the electric whip and let go weakly. Lin Wugong was in power and refused to forgive him. He put away the electric whip like a flash. When the electric whip turned into blood and penetrated into his body, his hands turned into sharp claws again, falling towards him.
Yue Mochen flying in the air swung out repeatedly!
Yue Mochen tried hard to dodge attacks in the air. The blood lights could not hit Yue Mochen and all hit the rocky ground, making harsh roars.
However, not all attacks can be avoided. There is always one in the bloody light that can hit the target.
A half-moon slash with blood light hit Yue Mochen's chest. Yue Mochen, who was still in the air, was injured again, and blood was splattered all over his body.
"Bang!"
Yue Mochen's body fell several meters in front of the green-haired man, with blood flowing in his chest and his eyes dissipated, and he was obviously seriously injured.
"In the first round, Lin Wugong won!"
The green-haired man spoke with a serious look on his face, then looked at Yue Mochen who was struggling to get up on the ground, and said, "Yue Mochen, right? Can you continue? Then the second round will start!"
Looking at the embarrassed Yue Mochen, Lin Wugong smiled arrogantly and walked towards Yue Mochen with a careful step: "Yue Mochen, can he still be arrogant?"
When Yue Mochen heard this, his originally scattered eyes became condensed, and his scarred body trembled slightly.
However, he did not answer, but controlled the blood-devouring spirit bead to absorb the blood out of his own. Although he was indeed seriously injured just now, he knew that it only took a little time to recover a certain amount of combat power.
Because when using the power of the blood demon to violently use the power of the blood demon, the injuries you suffer will heal themselves, just like a blood clan.
Feeling the blood-devouring spirit beads in the body constantly coming out of the thick blood and constantly repairing his broken body, Yue Mochen felt a little relieved.
"It turns out that the disciples of Qianyue Holy Land are not very good at this skill. No wonder Qianyue Palace will be destroyed."
Upon hearing this, Yue Mochen's body shook again, and the ten fingers of both hands sank deeply into the rocks on the ground. His eyes were filled with endless resentment, and he stared at Lin Wugong who was walking towards him.
Lin Wugong was as murderous as ever, looking at Yue Mochen: "What? Not convinced? Wasn't you very arrogant just now? Why are you as embarrassed as a dead dog?"
Yue Mochen didn't say anything, but stared at Lin Wugong fiercely, and kept shouting in his heart: "Hurry up! Hurry up!"
As if he heard Yue Mochen's call, the speed of the Blood-Devouring Spirit Bead accelerated, and more blood energy surged out, constantly repairing Yue Mochen's body.
"Why? You don't even have the strength to speak? Or do you admit that you are a dead dog? Haha, you can't even stand up. Even if you don't admit that, you can only be a dead dog. Do you want me to help?
You stand up!"
After Lin Wugong finished speaking, he kicked it hard, kicking it out at Yue Mochen, who was half lying on the ground!
With the infusion of spiritual energy, his slender feet were like refined steel bars, kicking hard at the face with the sound of breaking the wind!
"It's now!"
Yue Mochen slapped his hands at the ground, and his upper body bounced up, and his hands were crossed in front of him, as if he wanted to catch Lin Wugong's kick.
However, the sharp-eyed blue-haired man found that a dark cold light flashed between Yue Mochen's intertwined hands!
The green-haired man felt a stern: He had such a delicate thought, deliberately showing weakness, and then he took advantage of the opponent's kick to cut off the opponent's kick! Next, Yue Mochen will inevitably explode, right?
The green-haired man with Yue Mochen's blood-devouring spirit bead had already seen Yue Mochen's plan with just that ray of cold light.
Lin Wugong also saw the cold light and smiled secretly: Want to be fooled by me? If it were the ones I was afraid of you before, now?
"Haha, see how strong you are, kid is. Don't be kicked by me and inserted the dagger into yourself. That's not fun!"
Lin Wugong thought that not only did not stop his feet in time, but instead increased the spiritual energy poured into his right leg and kicked it out with all his strength!
With a "boom!", the tight and hard calf as hard as steel collided with Yue Mochen's wrong hands. Because the speed was too fast and the force was too strong, Yue Mochen was kicked into the air!
However, Lin Wugong was not having a good time because he had overconfidence in his identity and because of his underestimation of Yue Mochen, he paid a price for blood.
The moment he kicked Yue Mochen, the dark dagger in Yue Mochen also had an intimate contact with his calves.
The holy artifact dagger was like a sharp blade entering the water, easily breaking through Lin Wugong's spiritual energy to protect his body and sending it directly to his calves.
When the pain spread to Lin Wugong's sea of pain along the thigh nerves, the dagger had already penetrated into his leg bones!
Although Yue Mochen had been kicked up, his dagger was stuck in Lin Wugong's calves' shins!
"Ah!!!~"
Under the severe pain, Lin Wugong roared like a ferocious beast, and his eyes looked at Yue Mochen with even more resentfulness.
Yue Mochen's mouth curled in the air, showing a happy smile. Although he was ready, he was kicked away, he was not injured at all. Strictly speaking, he was not kicked away, but was borrowed from Lin Wu.
The force of the stern legs flew towards the flying.
The previous injuries have been suppressed by the recovery of the Blood-Devouring Spirit Bead. Although they are far from healing, they no longer affect his combat effectiveness.
Yue Mochen looked at Lin Wugong on the ground, a trace of sharpness flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself: "Now, it's my turn!"