Chapter 34: Law of the Weak

Unconsciously, there were a lot of people watching outside Liuxin Garden. These people are probably guests of the prime minister's mansion, most of whom are Jianghu people and have considerable insight.

It was a bearded man who just exclaimed. Seeing Ding Yu's condition, what kind of mysterious method can it be if it is not Bi Xuexuan's "blood power"?

The red and flaming air mass reflects Chen Rufeng's eyes.

Chen Rufeng tried to stand up, but he looked shaky. Most of the onlookers were not optimistic about him. With his appearance, I'm afraid that Ding Yu did not need to use a "blood gun". With just a few skillful shooting skills, he could end his defeat.

I only heard Ding Yu shout, and even the tiles under his feet were shaken by it. It was almost smashed. The red light of the gunhead seemed to have melted, turning into red running water and flowing down the barrel of the gun, as if it had covered the whole long gun in red.

The blood gun is completed, and the long gun is concentrated in the owner's blood. At this moment, it is like a ferocious demon, and the evil spirit is constantly exuding, and it is a little red and a little black.

Ding Yu's whole face was pale, his hands were bloodless, and his eyes were only fierce and fierce.

"Blood...blood...need blood!"

The blood gun seems to be calling him to stab the man in front of him to his blood and pay tribute to his blood.

Blood flashed through Ding Yu's eyes. He held a blood gun in his hand, roared with his teeth, and jumped to Chen Rufeng.

At the tip of the gun, the red light was raging, as if a stream of blood suddenly burst out and splashed in all directions.

"You weak man!!" Ding Yu's extremely vicious figure flew in mid-air, and the blood shadow formed an arc and built a blood-red bridge. It's like a bloody madman, opening a sharp long finger and piercing all flesh and blood!

All the people present are shocked. The use of blood skills is likely to fall into a state of self-control, and even die due to excessive blood qi deficiency. Now looking at Ding Yu's appearance, it is very likely that he has gone crazy! Someone wanted to stop Ding Yu, but was shocked by his fierceness like a Shura demon. He could only watch the teenager, who was devouring the blood basin of the blood demon.

"The weak... there is also the law of the weak!"

"The weak are also a part of the world! Green grass is weak, but it lives endlessly, dying year by year; ants are weak, but it still stubbornly sticks to its life!" Chen Rufeng opened the spiritual platform in his heart and fell back into the Qingming realm of the fierce battle with Huang Hua that day.

Everything in the world seems to slow down.

The wind roared for a while. The chill is over.

The sharp edge of the blood gun is in front of you. The mouth of the blood demon is eager to swallow.

Suddenly, his hands clenched. The weak, even in the face of the trap of the sky, will certainly have no fear and bravely meet, even the power of ants and the life of green grass.

This is the law of the weak! Never show weakness at any time!

Suddenly, the true qi surged like a spring, and the originally exhausted body, like a dry land with sweet dew encountered the rain all over the sky, and suddenly became full.

The sky and the earth are the air, and the wind is the air.

Chen Rufeng's whole body was opened. In the strong wind, the cold wind turned into wisps of soft and warm air filaments, which penetrated into the body and filled the empty air.

The wind turned into an invisible shield, wrapping Chen Rufeng, and the blood flame roared, like spitting out a snake letter, licking Chen Rufeng's protective air shield.

The blood shines, reflecting the two people's red. Chen Rufeng has opened his hands and let the wind between heaven and earth melt into his body and turn into true qi. The sharp edge of the blood gun is fighting with the wind shield and wants to pierce the defense, but it is resisted by the wind shield. Both sides can't get the upper hand. However, Chen Rufeng's originally weak breath gradually became even, but the blood-red gunlight gradually faded.

Viewers know that this is Ding Yu's lack of blood and qi, resulting in the blood gun being maintained without qi and blood, which consumes most of the blood qi in the stalemate with Chen Rufeng's wind mask.

If there is anger, if there is no anger.

Chen Rufeng suddenly opened his eyes, ran, and disappeared out of thin air.

The viewer was shocked again. Those who had a little insight knew that this was the second layer of "e�" of escarious skills, which understood the details of Chen Rufeng, and at the same time secretly guessed his relationship with the erratic old ghost.

Blood*empty, originally moving forward, and most of the aggressive momentum has been cut off. Now the blood gun is like an angry lion with empty prey, with blood and flames boiling and more light.

However, this is obviously just the end of the strong crossbow, and the blood gun itself burns the last bit of blood.

Chen Rufeng's figure suddenly appeared in the air, like a doll fabricated by an invisible hand in the air. However, at this moment, he stood behind Ding Yu, washing his head, his face was bright, and his internal cultivation was obviously further.

Once again, life and death practice, and grow again.

Chen Rufeng's fists merged, and his fists were straight.

Ding Yu turned his head, and his pale paper-like face showed a trace of surprise, but the blood-colored gun in his hand flashed red, as if urging him to launch a deadly attack.

The green air swept around Chen Rufeng's fists, like a wandering dragon converging, synthesizing a giant bead, and the light is magnificent. The thorns are comparable to the dazzling sunshine, reflecting Chen Rufeng's face green. Everyone only felt the air mass condensed in Chen Rufeng's hand, like a sea of anger, the fierce waves, the grandeur of the dragon going to sea, and the majesty of the arrival of heavenly soldiers.

Ding Yu has no fear on his face. It seems that in the world, in addition to the bone-permeating cold wind, there is only a ball of red blood light and a ball of green light, each showing off their own power!

"Ah!" Chen Rufeng shouted fiercely, and his fists surrounded him like a run out of the reed wild horse. He roared the sky, and spread his wings like an eagle and hit the earth, making everything shaken by its eagle's roar. He pulled out his strength and shot away like a bamboo. The green light in the air sprinkled down like raindrops, and a little fluorescence dotted with the cold stone slabs on the ground.

Ding Yu raised the blood gun, and the blood red on the gun burst into the sky like a gushing flame, turning into an oval aura, protecting Ding Yu like an egg. The surface of the shell seemed to be magma rolling, which gave people an inexplicable sense of heat in this near winter.

hong!!

The blue spirit hit the blood-red gas field. For a moment, the aura was like the mouth of a monster. He opened his ferocious mouth and gradually swallowed up the shocking energy, as if he had stuffed the energy into his stomach.

"Blood power... is really extraordinary." The spectator couldn't help taking a deep breath and looking at the seemingly sharpness gradually immersed in the blood-red gas field.

When the aura completely devoured the green gas, Chen Rufeng suddenly fell from mid-air to the ground as if he had lost weight, and no real qi could support his body.

Although he just said that he had made another breakthrough at the time of life and death, the inner family's situation was upgraded, and his temperament was also expanded. He successfully turned the wind in heaven and earth into true qi into his body, barely supplementing the true qi, but because of the shocking blow, it was beyond his body. The inner limit suddenly hollowed out his true qi and caused internal injury. At this moment, he was unable to fight again, and his physical strength was seriously overdrawn.

Chen Rufeng only felt that there was a soft space between heaven and earth, which reminded him of the soft and comfortable bed in the room. He even suspected that he was just lying in ** and had a heart-stiring dream.

The wind can no longer bear his weight. He could even feel the cold feeling on the floor, and his body seemed to have been opened countless holes, allowing all kinds of cold to penetrate into his body.

In mid-air, a figure flashed by and caught Chen Rufeng's falling body at the time of lightning.

Jin Yilai held Chen Rufeng, counted the floor with his toes, jumped on the wall, and shot anger with a pair of cold eyes. The target was Ding Yu, who was wrapped in blood in front of him.

Chen Rufeng has fainted.

Ding Yu's blood-red aura gradually convered back into the gun. The blood-red light, which was originally prosperous for a while, suddenly became extremely dim, and even the original brown gun body could be seen.

His face is also whiter than paper, which is better than snow.

The blood on the gun finally disappeared. Ding Yu's hand let go, and the long gun fell to the ground. He lay alone on the cold stone board. Ding Yu was also watching the crowd. His eyes were black, and he fell into the flowerbed and unconscious.

A warm hand rested on Chen Rufeng's forehead. He felt as if he had returned to a soft land from a distant place, followed by an unbearable dizziness.

His eyes wanted to open, but he couldn't even use his eyelids. He could only open a tiny gap. In the blur, there was a familiar face shaking. Next to that face, there was a more familiar face, which he had been facing since childhood...

"Is he better?" Jiang Shengtian's heart was burning. Although Jin Yilai's face was expressionless, his eyes were still full of concern. He said lightly, "It's okay, but the internal injury is serious and needs to be adjusted for a few days."

Jiang Shengtian looked at Chen Rufeng, and his trembling eyebrows seemed to be sleeping soundly, as if in a beautiful dream.

"Why is it always you who get hurt again and again?" Jiang Shengtian shook his head, "Maybe my physique is not suitable for practicing the true spirit of my family. For me, it is another blessing."

Jin Yilai's eyes left Chen Rufeng, looked at the room where Ding Yu lived opposite, and snorted coldly: "He is even more seriously injured, humming, using blood indiscriminately, harming others and himself."

Jin Yilai is very dissatisfied with Ding Yu. Blood power is Bi Xuexuan's teaching magic power. He uses his own body's blood as true qi. The effect of blood qi is more significant than true qi, but at the same time, the damage caused by himself is also very obvious. Once it is not well controlled and the blood in the body is excessively consumed, he will die from excessive blood loss. Therefore, Bi Xuexuan was also criticized in the world. At one time, someone classified it as an evil gang with the Red Devil Altar, all because of his martial arts.

At this moment, Ding Yu in the opposite room looks slightly better than before, but it is still as white as paper. The limbs are weak, dizzy and swollen. The only thing better than Chen Rufeng is that his eyes are open.

He only felt that there were countless insects dancing in his head, making his head turn upside down. He resisted and was powerless, and he could only let a disorder in his mind.

What he can still grasp is deep in his heart, a burst of doubt, a struggle, and a burst of disbelief.

"The weak... also have their own rules?"

"Why do I lose to a weak man? Am I the real weak person?"

Unconsciously, his eyes overflowed with crystal tears.

I still remember, Bi Xuexuan, Xueyang Pavilion.

"Master! Please! Don't drive me away!" Ding Yu knelt down, pressed his hands on the ground, and kowtowed heavily. The sound of his forehead hitting the hard floor quietly echoed in the pavilion.

Facing the ruffy back of the sunset, it never moved, as if it was in a blood red, condensed into a solid stone without any words. However, towards the sunset clouds of red and gold in the sky, thoughts bloom quietly there.

"You are very clear about the rules of blue blood martial arts. Only the strong deserve to survive in this world!" For a long time, the dark back was resolute.

Ding Yu sobbed and raised his head. His eyes were full of pleading. He just thought that this person looked back at him, although everything had reached a desperate situation and there was no turning point.

"The strong...the weak don't deserve to survive at all!" A loud voice roared in Ding Yu's heart. He, like a homeless dog, suddenly knelt on the ground. If he didn't get up, his forehead was already visible.

Ding Yu lying on ** and slowly closed his eyes.

"The law of the strong and the weak... the weak..."