379: C379 Blood-drinking Sword

C379 Blood-drinking Sword

"You do have some skills!"

Black Cloud Devil's eyes flashed. A giant hand made of demonic qi was formed and smashed down at Ning Xiaolei.

In the sound of the roar, the Demon Qi's hand carried a rolling power, oppressing Ning Xiaolei's body and causing his golden flame to sway endlessly.

"Break for me."

Ning Xiaolei growled and punched towards the sky.

A figure of White Elephant formed from demonic energy rushed towards the sky, forcefully smashing the large hand of demonic energy into pieces.

He was too lazy to argue with Black Cloud Devil. After shattering the hand of demonic qi, Ning Xiaolei started his counterattack.

He used the Gale Technique, whirling wind around him, turning into a streak of light and arrived in front of Black Cloud Devil.

Using Ox King Punch, he punched Black Cloud Devil's chest viciously.

His punch was full of power, and the surrounding devilish qi was blasted into a vacuum.

Black Cloud Devil's eyes flashed. He didn't avoid them and chose to clash head on with Ning Xiaolei.

"Boom!"

With an explosive sound, Black Cloud Devil took three steps back before stopping.

Looking at Ning Xiaolei, who was surrounded by golden flames and had only taken one step back by the demonic energy, his eyes were filled with surprise.

Black Cloud Devil was very confident in his close combat skills. He didn't expect that he would not be a match for Ning Xiaolei.

One had to know that the demonic art he cultivated was extremely useful for the tempering of the physical body. His strength far surpassed that of ordinary people.

But he didn't expect that in a direct confrontation with a young man in his early twenties, he would be no match for him.

Furthermore, he could tell that Ning Xiaolei's cultivation was only Mid Lord Stage, which was one level lower than his.

If they were in the same realm, what would happen?

Black Cloud Devil didn't dare to think about the consequences, he was afraid that he would lose miserably at that time.

A cold light flashed across Black Cloud Devil's eyes as he continued his attack.

This time, he unleashed all his punches and kicks at the same time using the Fist Technique kicks, wanting to deal with Ning Xiaolei as soon as possible.

Of course Ning Xiaolei would not falter. He used Ox King Punch, White Elephant Galloping Palm, and Heavenly Roc Kick consecutively.

The two fought quickly, and in a short period of time, more than ten moves had passed.

However, the result made Black Cloud Devil's face turn paler and paler.

He realized that it wasn't a coincidence in the beginning, but Ning Xiaolei's close combat ability was truly better than his.

Not only was he not a match of Fist Technique and leg techniques, he was also not Ning Xiaolei's match.

In this short moment, he could already feel that his arms were numb and his legs were sore. If he continued to hit, the consequences would be even worse.

"Damn it, what kind of weirdo is this brat?"

Black Cloud Devil's face was gloomy. He, who had never placed anyone of the same level in his eyes, felt panic for the first time.

After a fierce collision, Black Cloud Devil retreated to a far distance, a blood-colored Longsword appearing in his hand.1

He did not attack immediately, but held the blade with his other hand and slashed.

In the blink of an eye, dark red blood dripped from his hands, sprinkling onto the sword in his hands.

The sword seemed to have a life of its own as it rapidly absorbed the fresh blood with a "gulp" as if it was drinking water.

Ning Xiaolei frowned. Black Cloud Devil's sword was a bit strange!

With a flash of light, he extracted the White Bone Sword.

Black Cloud Devil's sword was weird, the White Bone Sword in his hand was normal too, isn't it just competing in sword techniques, who's afraid of who?

"Brat, I admit that your fists and feet are powerful, but so what? You are destined to be defeated by my Blood Drinking Sword."

Black Cloud Devil laughed sinisterly as he looked at Ning Xiaolei, raising up the blood sword in his hand that had absorbed a lot of blood.

As the demon qi was being poured into the sword, Black Cloud Devil waved his sword and a blood-red sword qi appeared.

"The Blood Drinking Sword, your name is quite fitting."

Ning Xiaolei's eyes flashed as he looked at the blood-red sword qi. He noticed that as the blood-red sword qi got closer, the blood in his body started boiling.

It was as if they wanted to rush out of his body and merge with the sword qi.

"Hiss!"

Just at that moment, a light sound rang out. Under Ning Xiaolei's gaze, the blood-coloured sword energy turned into a little blood-coloured snake and charged straight towards him.

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