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Volume 4 The Road to the Strong Chapter 172 Blood Refining Knife!  Ancient inheritance!

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    "Blood Moon inherits the Blood Demon Divine Sword Technique!"

    Several large scarlet characters suddenly appeared on the ancient scroll, and Chen Ting read them word for word.

    Chen Ting was shocked and said to himself: "This is actually an inherited martial skill!"

    Inherited martial arts are different from ordinary martial arts. They are almost not the same concept as the "Blue Dragon Five Claws" martial arts that Chen Ting once practiced.

    This is like the same weapon, an ordinary steel knife and a magic weapon that can cut iron like mud are completely different.

    ??Inherited martial arts come from strong strength and are passed down from generation to generation. Those who can practice must have extraordinary status.

    Chen Ting had heard about the inheritance of martial arts, but he never expected that the ancient and powerful and terrifying inheritance of martial arts from the Blood Transformation Sect would actually fall into his hands.

    After a moment of silence, Chen Ting calmed down his agitated mood, and his eyes fell on the simple animal skin again.

    At this moment, the knife on the simple animal skin became increasingly scarlet and coquettish, as if it was made of condensed blood. As soon as it lay face to face, it exuded an indescribable and terrifying evil aura!

    Even with Chen Ting's strong will, he was stained by this scarlet color, and murderous intent surged in his heart. He couldn't help but take a deep breath before suppressing the murderous intent.

    "What an evil martial art. I haven't practiced it yet. Even if it looks like it, I can't bear the infection of the killing blood evil. It looks like it should be a technique that is really evil and should not be spread to others."

    The bloody aura emanating from the animal skin not only did not make Chen Ting give up, but instead aroused excitement in his heart.

    ?Obviously, this thing is not ordinary!

    There are not many inherited martial arts skills.  Each one is equally astonishingly powerful!

    After thousands of years, it fell into Chen Ting's hands, and being controlled by him was undoubtedly a kind of fate!

    Concentrate for a moment.  Countless small characters appeared densely around the blood-coagulated knife, which were obviously not the characters used in Shenghui Continent today.

    However, this did not stop Chen Ting. After accepting the inheritance of the Blood Moon Sword, he naturally recognized the words on it.

    This sitting lasts all night.

    Chen Ting frowned, holding a simple animal skin with a frown on his face.

    Although I understand the words above, the meaning of the words is very obscure.  It is not an ordinary martial skill, and it is difficult to master it in a short period of time.

    After pondering for a long time, Chen Ting gave up thinking and stood up.  Facing the rising sun in the morning, he stretched out a lot, moved a little, and said: "Old ghost, it seems that I have to stay here for a while."

    "Yeah. It's okay to wait for a few days. The secret code passed down by the ancient powerful is enough to make any current strong man crazy. You study here. It's not a waste of time." Ancient Ruins Phoenix agreed very much.  Chen Ting¡¯s opinion.

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    The moonlit night was cool, but the bright moonlight in the sky could not penetrate through the layers of branches and leaves.  It was dark and silent.  It was bursts of beast roars coming from a distance.  The sound became much quieter here.

    Above his head, a gem emitted a faint light, and the shadow beside him was fast asleep. Chen Ting held the roll of animal skin and studied it carefully.

    For several days, Chen Ting did not move a step, pondering over the "Blood Demon Divine Sword Technique" behind closed doors.

    In the past few days, there has not been any progress. Chen Ting has a rough understanding of its effects.

    Use blood to strengthen your body, use blood to condense your mind, and the power of blood and energy is as strong as your bare bones.

    According to the records on the animal skin, this martial art was created by ancient evil masters. They used their own blood to refine the sword, used their spirit to carve the mark of the God of Death, and continued to feed it with blood day and night, so that they could temper the sword body for twenty-one days.  Only then can the 'Blood Demon Sword' be formed.

    This sword technique is called the Blood Demon Divine Sword Technique, which means to kill. When facing the enemy, the blood light flashes, making the enemy unable to defend itself. The blood light passes through the body, and all the energy, blood and soul in the body are sucked into the blood knife embryo.  Among them, killing people is invisible.  Every time a person is killed, the blood sword becomes stronger and stronger, until it reaches great heights, it is difficult to encounter an opponent at the same level.

    For those who are slightly weaker, as soon as the bloody knife appears, that person will disappear and die. It can be described as sinister and vicious, but extremely difficult to guard against and extremely powerful!

    " However, it is quite difficult to practice this Blood Demon Divine Sword Technique. You must absorb your own blood essence to breed the magic sword's spirituality, and then continue to kill and absorb the blood to breed the soul of the sword. Only then can you be considered successful.

    It is not a simple matter to achieve this step.

    "It seems the only option is to bleed!"

    Chen Ting gave a bitter laugh and thrust his right hand into the ground. After a few seconds, a pool the size of a washbasin appeared.

    With a touch of his right hand, blood suddenly appeared, and blood flowed out from his fingertips. In an instant, the whole space smelled of blood, which was so strong that it was nauseating.

      ¡°Zhizhi!¡±

    The smell of blood was so strong that even the sleeping Shadow was awakened. He flapped his wings and flew up, hovering above Chen Ting's head, looking at his master in confusion.

    "For half a quarter of an hour, the stone pool was filled with blood, and streams of luster flashed in the blood pool.

    Even though Chen Ting was full of blood, his face could not help but look a little pale. He stopped the flow of blood, took a deep breath, smiled bitterly, and said: "This kind of bloodletting is really not something ordinary people can do."

    "Don't look at the small pool of blood. If it were an ordinary person, he would have fallen to the ground and died."  Only warriors with strong blood can sustain it.

    With his left hand, he took out a thousand-year-old spiritual grass from his arms, put it in his mouth and chewed it without looking at it. These thousand-year-old spiritual things are themselves great tonics, and the effect is particularly obvious for people whose vitality is severely damaged.

    After eating a thousand-year-old spiritual grass, Chen Ting's face gained some color, and his energy was no longer as sluggish as before.

    "Zhizhi!"

    The shadow flashed its six wings and kept chirping, as if asking its owner what happened.

    "Ho ho ho"

    Chen Ting was about to speak when a roar of beasts suddenly came out not far away. From the sound, it seemed that there were quite a few wild beasts, and the monsters were coming here just thinking about it.

    "These guys have such a good sense of smell that they chased after the blood. They really don't care about life or death! The shadow protects me. Any monster that dares to get close will be killed without mercy!"

    Seeing that many monsters were attracted by his blood and followed them, Chen Ting became very angry just after the bloodletting and immediately issued a killing order.

    "Zhizhi!"

    Shadow's dark eyes flashed with cold light, coiled around Chen Ting's head a few times, spread his wings, and flew out.

    Not long after, there was a shrill roar outside, and the ground shook slightly. Judging from the sound, wild beasts and monsters were hiding away from a distance.

    "Chen Ting, you must remember to be attentive and focused, and don't do it wantonly. If these secret skills passed down from ancient times are not practiced properly, you should avoid disturbing them. If you fail to practice them, your soul may be harmed, and you will lose more than you gain." Ancient Ruins Huang Gao  The voice reminded.

    "Yeah." Chen Ting nodded firmly.

    Closing his eyes, he activated the blood demon knife in his brain, causing it to fly out of his eyebrows and merge into the blood pool.

    "Buzz!"

    Suddenly, there was a tremor in the calm blood pool, as if someone was sucking it vigorously. The blood in the small pool slowly subsided, and in the blink of an eye, it was close to drying up.

    The Blood Demon Sword floated at the bottom of the pool, glowing red. The body of the Blood Demon Sword was almost invisible. It was like a blood-colored moon, shrouding the surroundings in a bloody light.

    "Qiang!"

    There was a crisp sound of metal colliding, and the air around him vibrated like water. The blood gathered into a ball, and an inch-long blood-red knife appeared in front of Chen Ting's eyes.

    This blood-red knife is only an inch long. It is the color of blood. It is neither gold nor jade. It is hard to tell what material it is forged from. It also looks extremely weird. It has no handle. The blade extends to the tail. There is a red light flashing on it and a partition.  The sharpness of sight.  This knife seems to be made of condensed blood, exuding a scarlet color

    At first glance, you can feel a scarlet bloody aura rushing towards your face, following your eyes and into your soul, and an indescribable murderous intention surges into your heart.

    "The Blood Demon Divine Sword is truly extraordinary. Even I can feel the murderous intent on it." Gu Xuhuang exclaimed. You must know that he is an invisible and colorless soul, and he can feel the murderous intent on this knife. The killing intent.  One can imagine how dense it is.

    This kind of evil martial arts is beyond the control of ordinary people. If you don't control it well, you may be controlled by this 'Blood Demon Sword' and become a walking zombie, a soulless killing tool.

    Fortunately, Chen Ting's willpower was strong enough, and he refined the Blood Demon Sword at the same time, suppressing the murderous intention above and restraining it.

    Looking at the floating Blood Demon Sword, Chen Ting's mind moved, but he saw a streak of blood burst out and flew out. It was so fast that it even left a line of blood in the air, and instantly cut into the rock. The Blood Demon Sword  It was so sharp that it was like cutting tofu with a sharp knife, and it was easily inserted into it, a distance of nearly one meter.

    "It's too sharp, what if this was a body?"

    Thinking of this, Chen Ting couldn't help but shudder. Even the hard rock couldn't withstand the slash of the blood demon knife, let alone the much fragile human body. I'm afraid that if the knife goes down, it will be broken into two parts, and the head and body will be separated.  This is just a blood demon sword that has just been nourished. Even if it reaches a small level, its power will definitely increase exponentially. By then

    After suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Chen Ting opened his mouth and said: "The various extraordinary performances of this Blood Demon Divine Sword Technique further illustrate how terrifying it is. I really look forward to practicing it."

    "You brat, you'd better bleed quickly. I'm afraid this Blood Demon Sword will require you to bleed a lot of blood?!" Gu Xuhuang rudely interrupted Chen Ting's longing and laughed strangely.

    At the thought of blood flowing out, Chen Ting couldn't help but frown. Looking at the delicate red knife, he felt a little dissatisfied in his heart.

    The requirement of this evil method is that it is too bloody, and it actually needs to be nourished by one's own blood. It is really unethical.  However, by nourishing it with blood, people and the Blood Demon Sword have become one, and when used, they become more comfortable. They are driven by their souls, and their moves are also extremely secretive!

    However, after just frowning for a moment, Chen Ting felt that most of his blood energy had been replenished, and he bled into the blood pool again, continuing to nourish the Blood Demon Divine Sword.

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