Bloodline World

At this time, Bai Yu's face was extremely gloomy, and he didn't bother to pay attention to Dao Lei.

Because the blood evil spirit, after entering his body, was like thousands of tiny poisonous insects, running around in his meridians excitedly and wreaking havoc.

It caused his meridians to ache and bulge everywhere, which was very scary.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth and frantically activate the blood of the Falling Thunder to fiercely fight against the strange blood evil spirit in his body.

After a long time, the remaining blood evil spirit in his body gradually disappeared.

"This blood evil spirit is really difficult to deal with..."

Feeling that the blood evil spirit in his body was finally cleared, Bai Yu's face suddenly became solemn and he breathed a sigh of relief:

"If it weren't for the Falling Thunder's certain restraining effect on it, ordinary warriors would have difficulty resisting it..."

He didn't expect that this blood evil spirit was so terrible that it took a lot of energy to completely clear it.

"Bai Yu, die!"

However, at this time, Dao Lei finally recovered and his face suddenly turned cold.

A large amount of blood and evil spirits once again swirled out of his body, like a faint blood mist, magnificent and blurred.

Then he stepped on the ground with his right foot, dragging the black and gold sword all the way, and shot wildly at Bai Yu.

"Hmph!"

Bai Yu shouted coldly, and his body shook suddenly, and he performed the secret art of stealth.

He turned into a series of virtual phantoms and rushed towards Dao Lei silently.

"How dare you to confront me head-on!"

At this time, Dao Lei, who was rushing at high speed, saw that the other party did not dodge and rushed straight towards him. He smiled playfully and swung his right arm with the sword:

"Eight Styles of the Demon Sword - Sky Burial!"

As soon as the words fell, a strange sword sound resounded through the sky, and a huge blood-colored sword energy was chopped out.

It was like a blood moon coming out, dyeing half of the sky red. In a flash, the sword energy turned into countless blood-colored vulture phantoms.

With hideous faces and fangs bared, they rushed towards Bai Yu like a group of evil ghosts.

"Eight Styles of Demon Sword?! The inherited sword fighting skills of the Demon Sword Ancestor?"

At that moment, Bai Yu saw the opponent's sword fighting skills, which turned into a huge number of blood-colored vulture phantoms, and his face changed slightly.

He didn't know what Dao Lei had experienced in such a short time, and he could master the inherited sword fighting skills of the Demon Sword Ancestor so quickly.

Such a terrible and strange sword technique, combined with the extremely difficult blood evil spirit, he couldn't take it lightly at all.

Whoosh!

Thinking of this, Bai Yu gritted his teeth and rushed forward while raising his right hand and stretched it forward suddenly.

Hiss...

In an instant, a huge thunder ball quickly formed in front of him at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And it continued to grow in the wind, rushing towards the opponent's sword.

"Boom--"

The next moment, the offensives of both sides collided fiercely, making a loud noise.

Instantly, it seemed as if a thunder exploded in the sky, and a large amount of red lightning shot out fiercely.

A large number of blood-red vultures looked up to the sky and wailed, and were electrocuted into bursts of light smoke.

However, a large amount of bright red lightning was also rapidly melted and disintegrated.

Soon, the sky completely returned to calm and clear.

Witnessing this scene, Bai Yu and Dao Lei both looked down at the same time, but they did not stop and continued to rush towards each other.

The next moment, the two sides were close at hand. Dao Lei suddenly showed a ferocious smile, raised the black and gold sword in his right hand, and chopped down at Bai Yu's head, trying to split Bai Yu in half.

Seeing this, Bai Yu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and then he staggered, choosing to hide from Dao Lei's blade.

He rushed in from the right side and hit the opponent's abdomen with a thunder fist.

However, Dao Lei's reaction speed was also very fast. With a startled look in his eyes, he quickly pulled back the black gold sword he had chopped out and blocked it in front of him.

"Clang——"

The next moment, the two fists met and collided with each other madly.

A circle of terrifying air waves followed, blowing up the surrounding sand and stones. The two men groaned at the same time and were each knocked back.

At this time, Bai Yu felt the blood and energy in his body rolling. After retreating two or three feet lightly, he was shocked to find that a large amount of blood evil spirit had invaded his body again.

"Damn it, I have obviously avoided the opponent's blade, but the blood evil spirit can still penetrate my body..."

Bai Yu's face suddenly became very ugly, so he had to quickly swallow some recovery pills.

And once again mobilized a large amount of meteorite thunder to quickly intercept the remaining blood evil spirit in his body.

"Hehe! Bai Yu, you are really strong!"

At this time, Dao Lei retreated three or two feet due to the aftermath of the collision. He shook his numb right hand holding the knife, and laughed instead of being angry. The corners of his mouth were exaggeratedly cracked to his ears:

"If I hadn't inherited the Demon Knife Ancestor's legacy, I would really not be your opponent! It's a pity that the present is different from the past. You will definitely die today!"

After several moves, he suddenly felt at ease and gradually relaxed.

Because he found that the blood evil spirit that the Demon Knife Ancestor poured into his head was stronger than the opponent's amazing red lightning.

After several blasts, the opponent had to take time to dissolve the remaining blood evil spirit, which was time-consuming and laborious.

But he only needed to slow down to generate blood evil spirit again.

In addition, he also found that the opponent had a great weakness, that is, the total amount of Yuanli was not enough, and he had to swallow some recovery pills from time to time.

In this way, he has plenty of ways to kill the opponent. Even if he is not very good at it, as long as he drags the battle to a protracted stage, he can wear the opponent out to death.

Whoosh!

Thinking of this, Dao Lei suddenly laughed ferociously. He would not give the other party time to dissolve the blood evil spirit. He bounced his legs vigorously, raised the black gold sword again, and shot at Bai Yu.

"Damn, it takes a lot of time to dissolve the blood evil spirit in the body..."

At this moment, Bai Yu instantly understood the other party's intention, but due to the difficulty of the blood evil spirit, there was no better way to solve it, and his face suddenly darkened.

And the other party took the opportunity to launch an attack again. He was hit by the blood evil spirit and could not easily avoid it. He could only suppress the remaining blood evil spirit temporarily and rush towards the other party again.

Next, the two of them started a fierce close combat at a very fast speed.

For a while, all kinds of lightning and blood light suddenly bombarded each other, entangled wildly, and reflected each other.

It also shook the nearby land frequently, and the terrible bombardment and collision sound was endless.

After a while, the two had played more than ten moves, and both sides suffered injuries.

However, due to the continuous accumulation of blood evil spirit in Bai Yu's body, Bai Yu soon fell into a disadvantage, and the balance of the situation gradually tilted towards Dao Lei.

"Damn..."

At this time, Bai Yu retreated two feet, dodged the opponent's sword, and swallowed another Dragon Elephant Pill, but gradually became more defensive than offensive, and became more and more frightened as the fight went on:

"The opponent's various sword skills are terrible, and the blood evil spirit is even more difficult to deal with. If this continues, it is really possible that the body will explode and die..."

He didn't expect that after the opponent got the inheritance of the Demon Sword Ancestor, his strength, which was originally not worth mentioning, actually improved by leaps and bounds. Even if he used all his strength, he still couldn't gain the upper hand.

"Hehe, Bai Yu, you are already at the end of your strength, right? Then die!"

At this time, Dao Lei, with the blessing of blood evil spirit, became more and more courageous, and saw that the opponent was gradually showing signs of fatigue, and laughed even more ferociously.

Immediately, his legs bounced violently, leaped up, and held the black gold sword tightly, slashing directly at Bai Yu's head.

"Eight Styles of the Demonic Sword - Falling Cherry Blossoms!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dao Lei slashed out a vertical blood-colored sword energy, which suddenly turned into countless sharp cherry petals during its flight, like a pool of blood-colored flood, rushing towards Bai Yu head-on.

"Damn it!"

At that moment, Bai Yu saw the opponent launch another killing move, but he felt a stinging pain all over his body, his steps were weak, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.