Long Jiuzhou drank a bottle of Dragon God's blood, and all the 36,000 pores in his body relaxed. He felt a ball of fire burning in his dantian, and a majestic energy rushed from his dantian to his limbs and bones.
Her white robe seemed to be filled with energy, and she danced automatically in the absence of wind, looking like a master.
Xu Qing just wanted to see what would happen after Long Jiuzhou drank blood. Ever since he drank the blood from the bottle, he had been using his clairvoyant eyes to observe the strange movements in the other party's dantian, and he really saw some incredible things.
The blood that he drank flowed from the mouth down the throat into the stomach pouch, sank quickly in a straight line, and flowed into the Dantian along the intestines without being confused with his own blood.
For ordinary ancient warriors, the dantian is just a container. In addition to storing energy, it can also be a place for the inner alchemy to thrive and grow. However, Long Jiuzhou has obviously practiced a miraculous skill. His dantian is like a boiler. Those who flow into it can
The blood was evaporated into wisps of light red energy, and then sent out along the veins... Xu Qing had never seen such a wonderful thing, and today was an eye-opener.
Two minutes after Long Jiuzhou drank the Dragon God's blood, the energy in his blood had been filled to the extreme. His whole body seemed to be reborn and he became energetic. He stepped forward with his feet, and used his claws like hooks to grab the heavenly spirit and hit his Adam's apple.
, the movements are deep, fast, accurate, and ruthless. The strikes are as fast as thunder and lightning, and they hit Xu Qing's two vital points.
Puff - the protective energy blocked both claws, but soon he could feel a tightening, as if he would be pierced by the claw tips at any time. Xu Qing's heart was shocked, and the Long Yuan Sword in his hand was finally swept out with all its strength.
The sword power was fully displayed, and the dagger turned into dots of green light and shot toward Long Jiuzhou's chest like a violent storm.
Long Jiuzhou's whole body was full of energy, and the Netherworld Dragon's grasping hands danced out shadows. It was able to avoid the sword edge and pick Xu Qing's vital points to catch him. He used grappling and blocking techniques, but it was faster than ordinary grappling hands.
A hundred times better, this skill for fighting enemies combines the skills of eagle claws, grappling, and snake-shaped skills. It combines the strengths of various claw skills. The angle of the claw is extremely tricky, plus a quick word trick that makes it difficult to distinguish the true from the false.
The Long Yuan Sword in Xu Qing's hand was opened and closed with fierce and aggressive moves, while the Nether Dragon Grip used by Long Jiuzhou was all feminine and sly moves, avoiding the sharp edge and focusing on the vital points, no matter how nose-picking.
He dug his eyes out, teased his ribs, and in short, he did whatever he wanted to do harm. He just wanted to defeat the enemy by any means necessary. If Xu Qing's protective aura had not been so powerful, he would have been injured by such shameless and underhanded tricks.
The Nether Dragon's heaviest steps and claws cooperated. Long Jiuzhou's feet were as fast as the wind, and his body was flying like a phantom, circling around Xu Qing. From time to time, he would reach out to grab a handful of his vital parts with his claws.
If you don't get hit, you will retreat, and you will never stay in place for half a second. This kind of fighting method is really annoying and cramping.
The Long Yuan Sword in Xu Qing's hand stabbed left and right, but never really touched the opponent's body. He felt that this guy called Long for nothing, like an old loach with slippery hands, no matter how he tried to catch it with his hands.
He could always escape from his fingers. As time went by, he also realized that using the Longyuan Sword was like playing golf with a rolling pin, and it was better to use a sweeping method.
Thinking of this, Xu Qing tried his best to use the protective energy to force the two claws, put the Longyuan Sword into the leather sheath with his backhand, and shot out the seven-position Zhengyang Palm with both palms like a strong wind sweeping leaves. Long Jiuzhou was like a slippery sword.
The old loach, but the Zhengyang Palm uses a covering attack, sweeping a large area, and there is a clear difference between the palm and the sword. There are two palms, and the energy of the shot can be connected into one piece, no matter how the opponent moves
Change of form and position, there will eventually be a time when the wind of the palm sweeps away.
Bang bang bang——
The scorching hot energy almost covered the area within three meters of Xu Qing's body. Long Jiuzhou felt that even breathing became difficult. When he took a breath, his throat was burned with pain, but he could not leave his opponent's side. Time
After a while, his whole body was soaked with hot sweat, and his white robe became a close-fitting garment, and he had no time to shake it off.
Long Jiuzhou felt that the qi energy rushing up in his dantian began to weaken. He thought it was because the effect of the Dragon God's blood had begun to fade. I believe that it won't take long for the rising qi energy in his dantian to stagnate. This is the sequelae of blood refining qigong.
, while converting blood into qi energy, it also consumes the qi energy in one's own Dantian, and enters a period of weakness as if the physical strength is overdrawn. After using blood refining qigong once, it will take at least half a year of hard training to make up for the overdraft.
Qi Jin.
Drinking poison to quench thirst is the best way to describe the blood-refining qigong. Once the ancient warriors use this miraculous skill to no avail, they will become ordinary people with no power to restrain the chicken. Apart from stretching their necks to be slaughtered, they have only one option, compromise.
beg for mercy.
Long Jiuzhou felt that he was about to enter that terrible period of weakness. If the only way he faced was death, he had already thought about retreating, but now it was too late to escape.
Bang - Xu Qing saw the opportunity and slapped Long Jiuzhou on the left shoulder with one palm, using the fifth form of Zhengyang Palm, Golden Crow Baiyue. When the palm was applied, there was only a cracking sound, and the leader of Longmen was violently
He was thrown directly with such force that his shoulder blades were shattered when he landed on the ground. When he turned his back to the sky and opened his mouth, a stream of bright red blood spurted out.
The moment Long Jiuzhou landed, everything in his mind was filled with despair. He could no longer feel any energy flowing in his body. At this moment, he was just an ordinary person waiting to die. He could only stare at the sky and resign himself to his fate.
Xu Qing walked forward slowly, deliberately stepping on the ground a little harder with each step. The sound was like a heavy giant beast slowly walking forward, dong dong dong - the slow footsteps beat like drums.
In Long Jiuzhou's heart, the only thing he could do was to close his eyes, and he would feel a little calmer in the center of darkness.
It took Xu Qing nearly two minutes to walk the distance of less than ten meters. Anyway, he had plenty of time now. What he wanted was an effect, an effect that would frighten the sect leader. Death is not terrible. The process of waiting for death
That was the scariest thing. He had mastered this point and wanted the sect leader in front of him, who was waiting for death with his eyes closed, to bear some psychological pressure.
Xu Qing walked to Long Jiuzhou and squatted down. He pulled out the Long Yuan dagger from his waist with his backhand. When he reached forward, the tip of the sword touched Long Jiuzhou's Adam's apple. It didn't puncture the skin, but it could make people feel it.
At least the current leader of the Dragon Sect could feel the cold air coming from the tip of the sword, and goosebumps appeared on his neck.
"Tell me, do you want to live or die?" Xu Qing's question is straightforward. What he needs now is an accurate answer. The loser in a life-and-death fight will either compromise or die. This is an eternal law that is practical in the jungle.
Now the edge of the jungle is still practical, this is the law of the jungle.