Chapter 217: Blood-Sucking Chiyang Dafa

"The third true disciple of the Moluo Sect? Wang Mou has truly never heard of you. However, I don't feel there is any need to remember your name, because I don't waste words on those about to die." Wang Yu replied seemingly calmly, but his heart sank, knowing he might have encountered one of the most terrifying characters among the demonic path true disciples in the Jia Lan Secret Realm.

As soon as his voice fell, he silently chanted "Overclocking," gently closed his eyes, and after taking a few deep breaths at a certain strange frequency, he flicked his shoulders. The pale-gold mist on his body surface drilled into his body, and his originally massive body began to shrink rapidly to normal. His skin began to present a pale-gold color, and at the same time, dark-green spots emerged on the surface of his limbs.

Wang Yu suddenly opened his eyes. His pupils were golden and stood upright, but they returned to normal in an instant. A clear blood-pattern symbol emerged between his brows, and several thick golden patterns emerged on both sides of his cheeks, looking like two large "Wang" characters.

He had finally activated the "Black Tiger Evil Body" of the third level of the Black Tiger Breathing Method to completion for the second time in the secret realm. The effect of this evil body was also very simple: it multiplied all the body's qualities several times over, whether it was strength, speed, or defensive ability.

Not only that, he flipped his hand again, and the cyan-red long saber appeared in his hand.

However, this time, he merely stroked the saber with one hand, and strands of golden-yellow mist emerged from his palm, rapidly circling the saber body. In the blink of an eye, the long saber turned a brilliant golden color.

Seeing this, the opposite Zhu Zhu Wuyan's expression moved slightly. He also took out a blood-colored pill from his bosom and stuffed it into his mouth. The blood light on his body surface began to flourish, but then it immediately began to grow paler and blurrier. His entire body became blurry and indistinct, and his true form could no longer be seen.

At this time, Wang Yu had already inverted the golden long saber and inserted it at his waist. One hand pressed on the saber hilt, while the other hand continuously pinched spells. He muttered words, and cyan-red spiritual patterns emerged on his two calves. Cyan-red light condensed on his feet, transforming into two cyan-red wheel phantoms.

"Saber Drawing Technique!"

After a low shout from Wang Yu, his figure suddenly transformed into a long cyan-red phantom and shot out. After a blur, a golden saber light emerged, flashing across the neck of the faint, blurry figure.

After the cyan-red phantom converged, Wang Yu's figure appeared behind the blood-colored figure. He turned around, holding the saber in one hand, and looked at the faint, blurry figure that seemed to have already had its head sliced off by a saber, but his expression was somewhat ugly.

"Peng!" A sound.

The faint, blurry figure standing in place actually dissipated with the wind right there. It was merely a residual shadow; the true body had already hidden and escaped a step earlier.

At the same time, strong winds blew around Wang Yu. In the wind, a faint rainbow was rapidly rotating around Wang Yu, and the speed was getting faster and faster, the gale getting stronger and stronger. In the blink of an eye, the rainbow completely vanished into the wind, and the gale transformed into a tornado hurricane that shot into the sky, turning a blood-red color.

The wind began to emit a thick, bloody scent, and it began to press in from all directions with Wang Yu as the center.

Seeing this, Wang Yu raised his eyebrows. His arm suddenly thickened by a section, and he swung his saber fiercely.

"Pu!" A sound. A thick saber shadow flew out from the long saber, vanishing into the blood-colored wind wall in a flash, but it had no effect whatsoever.

Wang Yu's mouth twitched slightly. He stepped on the void with one foot, and his figure shot directly into the sky.

But from above came Zhu Zhu Wuyan's cold "Go down." A faint shadow rushed out from the wind, pouncing down from a high position.

The golden long saber in Wang Yu's hand slashed out without hesitation.

"Pu!" A sound.

The golden long saber landed solidly on the faint figure's body, but it was like cutting into some kind of thick leather. Such a great force only managed to cut in a small half before being bounced away by some strange force. Following that, the faint shadow pressed down.

Wang Yu's other arm, covered by the golden arm armor, struck out like lightning.

"Peng!" A sound.

The faint shadow was hit in the head by a punch, flying backward like an arrow, and then vanished into the hurricane in a flash.

Wang Yu was also forced to fall from the high sky to his original position in the void by the shadow's collision. Holding the saber in one hand, he looked at the void above and below, his expression somewhat uncertain.

Just at this moment, Zhu Zhu Wuyan's cold voice came from the hurricane again:

"Blood-Sucking Chiyang Dafa!"

As soon as his voice fell, blood-colored spiritual pattern phantoms emerged in the blood-colored hurricane all around. Each one was the size of a fist, all flickering slightly in the wind as if stopped.

Almost at the same time, Wang Yu felt a strange suction force coming from the void all around. The blood in his entire body boiled instantly, flowing rapidly within his body, desperately pouring out of his body in all directions. His skin also turned bright red like blood, as if his entire body's blood was about to explode and spray out the next moment.

Not good!

Wang Yu was greatly shocked. He hurriedly took a few deep breaths, his muscles squirmed, and the dark-green stripes on the surface of his skin thickened by a few points. The golden tiger head on his back even opened its eyes, fangs bared, becoming ferocious.

Only then did he suppress the agitation of the blood in his body, letting the blood color on his skin surface fade away by more than half, returning to a pale-gold color.

"It's useless. Once the Blood-Sucking Chiyang Dafa is unleashed, unless one is a Foundation Establishment cultivator, it is impossible for anyone to resist the power of this technique."

Zhu Zhu Wuyan's cold voice continued to come from the blood-colored hurricane. The blood-colored wind wall all around slowly contracted, and the terrifying suction force generated at the center also increased rapidly.

Hearing this, Wang Yu let out a hum. He looked at the blood-colored wind wall all around, and suddenly, he put the long saber in his hand into his storage bag. After a sway, he arrived near the wind wall in front. After the dark-green stripes on his two arms twisted and squirmed, thick veins bulged out. Then, his ten fingers separated, and his two arms vanished instantly.

The next moment, sharp whistling sounds erupted in the nearby void again, only the sound seemed even sharper and louder!

Golden handprint phantoms, several times larger than a normal person, emerged densely before Wang Yu, bombarding the thick wind wall in front like a landslide or tsunami.

Almost at the same time, a faint figure emerged in the wind wall in front. It also flicked its arms, and dense blood-colored fist shadows pounded out to meet them.

"Boom—"

The golden handprints, as soon as they contacted the blood-colored handprints, blasted the blood-colored fist shadows away like a withered tree being broken. The dense golden handprints hit the blood-colored wind wall one after another.

Heaven-shaking, earth-shattering loud noises erupted. Balls of golden light emerged one after another, like thunderclaps exploding. After the rolling air waves rolled in all directions, they tore the wind wall in front open by force.

The terrifying suction force that had originally permeated the nearby void vanished instantly.

Wang Yu moved his figure without hesitation, intending to rush over, but the faint figure emerged again in the gap in front. It flashed and vanished, pouncing over with arms wide open.

A cold light flashed in Wang Yu's eyes. He bowed his body, and with a "Sou" sound, he bounced left and right using both hands and feet, instantly transforming into six or seven beast-like residual shadows, simultaneously pouncing toward the faint figure.

The faint figure waved its arms and bombarded out dense blood-colored fist shadows again, covering all the residual shadows in front. But one of the residual shadows suddenly flipped out, and after a blur, it strangely landed behind the faint figure. The arm covered by the golden arm armor struck out like lightning, directly piercing through the faint figure's chest from behind.

"Pu!" A sound.

A large amount of bright red liquid poured out from the figure's chest like a waterfall. ===== CHAPTER 218 =====