WebNovel Chapter 103 Mid-Rank Lingbing Blood Drinking Sword, Another Monster Race Scum?
Chapter 103 Mid-Rank Lingbing Blood Drinking Sword, Another Monster Race Scum?
"The last crisis in the Heavenly Prison Triple Layer was said to be resolved by a mysterious strong man."
"According to what Master Si Mingshi said, even he still doesn't know who that person is."
"According to what this Demon Sect Martial Arts Golden Core said, this time the layout lured me to wait out. The real target is not us, but the mysterious strong man in front of me!"
"Could it be that he was the one who turned the tide in the third level of heaven?"
Fan Yongnian carefully looked at the ordinary-looking middle-aged man in front of him, he only knew that he had never seen him in the past few years guarding the Zangwu Pavilion in the Second Level of Heavenly Prison!
"I'm afraid it's not his real face this time, but just like last time, it's a disguised appearance!"
Zhong Changsheng's gaze swept over the three of them, and finally landed on Fan Yongnian's side.
"Are you in serious trouble?"
He deliberately asked in a low and hoarse voice.
"Thank you senior for your concern, I'll be fine!"
Fan Yongnian hurriedly cupped his hands to answer.
In the distance, Qin Ge smiled indifferently, his crimson pupils were fixed on Zhong Changsheng's face, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a cold arc:
"It's all about the power of the tongue!"
"Today, my son wants to see what kind of face you have underneath this face!"
As soon as the words fell, a blood shadow came towards Zhong Changsheng with a strong stench!
"Ah!"
Zhong Changsheng was not afraid: "You want to know? Then ask Hades!"
While the body was moving slightly, the knife light suddenly appeared, and the hair came first!
In an instant, there was a daze of cold knife light heading towards the blood shadow, it was Zhong Changsheng's purgatory A nose knife!
Seeing the abyss and prison-like knife light constantly magnifying in front of him, Qin Ge's face showed no trace of fear, and even showed a trace of contempt.
"Ha ha!"
"Now it seems that you are far from being as strong as I thought!"
Qin Ge sneered: "Although I don't know what method you used to kill the Gorefiend Old Man, but the Gorefiend Old Man is only a casual cultivator, so he doesn't deserve to be compared with me, Qin Ge!"
Before he finished speaking, bloody light flashed, and there was already a bloody long sword in Qin Ge's right hand.
There was an extremely mysterious aura emanating from the long sword, and Zhong Changsheng had only felt that kind of aura once on the low-grade spirit weapon [Soul Manifesting Mirror].
"Spiritual soldiers?!"
"Also, the aura above the blood sword is a bit stronger than [Soul Manifesting Mirror], it is very likely to be a middle-grade spiritual weapon!"
Zhong Changsheng's heart sank slightly.
Qin Ge's body, at this moment, gave him the feeling that it was indeed much stronger than the old blood demon back then.
Right now, there is another middle-grade spiritual weapon in his hand, which is indeed somewhat beyond his expectation.
Everything happens in an instant.
The next moment!
"Ding!"
Qin Ge blocked the horizontal sword in front of his chest in an instant, full of blood and blood.
In an instant, the blood sword and the long knife collided with each other, making an ear-piercing explosion!
hum!
boom!
At this time, the last ray of sunset in the distant sky dissipated, and the waning moon gradually rose, and the sky was completely dimmed.
After the sword collided, Qin Ge's figure only swayed slightly, and he stood there showing a cold war.
Zhong Changsheng's figure retreated with the light of the saber, and landed in front of Fan Yongnian and the others.
In this confrontation, it was obvious that Qin Ge had the upper hand.
Tightening his right hand holding the knife tightly, Zhong Changsheng's expression seemed a little dignified.
He looked at the blood-robed youth, but he was thinking secretly.
"His strength is indeed much stronger than that Gorefiend old man!"
"And just now, the blood sword of the spirit soldier suddenly appeared out of nowhere, which means that Qin Ge has some kind of storage method on him!"
"A pair of spiritual weapons that are suspected to be mid-grade, and a space storage item, worthy of being the direct descendant of the Blood God Demon Sect!"
Zhong Changsheng had already started to calculate at this time, if he could kill this guy in front of him later, then he could keep these two treasures in his pocket.
As for Qin Ge's strength, although he was better than the old man Gorefiend, he was no longer what he was a month ago!
Zhong Changsheng was confident that he could beat Qin Ge.
The only thing that is uncertain is whether Qin Ge can be left behind completely!
"Ha ha!"
Qin Ge's left hand was behind his back, and his right hand was holding a sword with one hand. The long sword was hanging obliquely by his side.
A strand of scarlet hair hangs down from his temples, fluttering slightly in the night wind, which has a bit of coquettish charm.
Seeing Zhong Changsheng backing away in embarrassment, Qin Ge revealed a look of complacency, and said with a light smile, "This sword is called [Drinking Blood], and it is a gift from my master, the head of the Blood Sacred Sect. A middle-grade spirit weapon that fits my martial arts."
As he said that, he held the long sword horizontally in front of him, a little playful: "As for its power..."
"Hehe, I kindly advise you, don't be hurt by me later. Otherwise..."
With a flick of the long sword, blood surged instantly!
"You will beg me to kill you!"
After saying that, Qin Ge looked at Zhong Changsheng playfully, looking like an old god.
Although Zhong Changsheng thought he was stronger than Qin Ge, he didn't dare to be careless when he looked at the long sword with a bloody color all over his body.
After all, it was a middle-grade spiritual weapon!
He had already learned a thing or two about the weirdness of spirit soldiers in the [Soul Appearance Mirror].
The lion fought the rabbit with all its strength, not to mention the blood-robed youth in front of him was indeed an extremely difficult opponent.
Strange gray and black lines quietly covered the whole body.
Zhong Changsheng didn't hold back his hands anymore, and the demon transformation was activated immediately.
In an instant, Zhong Changsheng's aura increased several times!
Tap your toes lightly, "Xiaoyaoyou" rises against the wind, and his figure instantly magnifies in Qin Ge's eyes!
At the same time, there was a blade light that was several times stronger than before, wrapped in the dense purgatory, and fell again!
Qin Ge's eyes suddenly focused: "You really have a hole card!"
Not daring to be careless, the condensed blood on the [Blood Drinking Sword] collided with Zhong Changsheng's long knife again.
Above the void, the sea of blood covered purgatory, and the light of the sword pierced the sea of blood!
After the sea of blood parted and the purgatory was exhausted, the two figures retreated violently!
After his figure settled down, Qin Ge's complexion changed slightly, and he asked gloomyly, "You actually have the blood of the monster clan?"
There is no doubt that Zhong Changsheng's method of increasing his strength in an instant can only be achieved by the supernatural powers of the monster race on the mainland of Kyushu!
What's more, although Zhong Changsheng's aura is chaotic and evil at this moment, he can't feel the evil spirit in it wrongly!
Qin Ge's eyes were gloomy, and he asked:
"Since you have the blood of the monster race, why do you want to use this Great Zhou Heavenly Prison as a minion?"
"Or is there another scum out of the Yaozu these years?!"
The eyes of the blood-robed youth turned cold in an instant, and there was a touch of hatred in the eyes he looked at Zhong Changsheng.
At this time, even Fan Yongnian, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was at a loss.
Since the founding of the Great Zhou Heavenly Prison, not a few monster races have been imprisoned.
Although the Yaozu is not as invincible as the Demon Sect and the Great Zhou Dynasty, but just looking at the establishment of the Demon Slayer Division by the Great Zhou alone, one knows that the relationship between the two parties is also irreconcilable.
But what Zhong Changsheng used just now is obviously some kind of demon clan supernatural power!
Fan Yongnian and the two great masters of the Tumo Division were also a little confused at the moment.
"Brother Fan, what's going on?"
"Since you are a demon clan, how can you stand on our side?"
Fan Yongnian glanced at those two people, and said angrily, "You ask me, who should I ask?"
Zhong Changsheng didn't bother to pay attention to the reactions of the people on both sides.
It doesn't matter what they guess, anyway, he is in a disguised state right now.
After this battle, when he changed back to Zhong Changsheng, everything that happened at this time had nothing to do with Zhong Changsheng.
Before Qin Ge could react, there was an elephant's roar in his dantian, which seemed to be from the ancient times.
[True Intent of the Ancient Giant Elephant] rose up from Zhong Changsheng's body, mobilizing the more than ten thousand giant elephant particles, and crazily injected massive amounts of true energy into the long knife in his hand.
The long knife trembled, and fine cracks appeared.
Even though the long knife in Zhong Changsheng's hand could be called a good weapon, it was not a spiritual weapon after all, and couldn't withstand this terrifying infusion of true energy at all!
Zhong Changsheng didn't hesitate any longer, and took the lead with the long knife in his hand!
[Purgatory Sword Intent] Clinging, accompanied by the roar of the giant elephant, the Purgatory Abi Knife wrapped in endless howls of evil spirits, pressing down on Qin Ge overwhelmingly!
"Hmph! Are you out of skills?!"
The same [Purgatory Saber Intent], the same Purgatory Abi Knife, Qin Ge has successfully resisted it three times.
Even though Zhong Changsheng used the supernatural powers of the monster race, he would naturally not feel afraid when faced with the same knife!
[Blood-Drinking Sword] The swords are drawn out one after another, with the true meaning of blood, bringing up layers of illusory blood-colored waves above the void.
The sword's edge circulated, and the blood waves met end to end, layer upon layer pressing on each other, and the power and influence superimposed!
Under the waning moon, the whole manor seemed to be shaking under the wave of blood!