Monarch of Evernight

The distance between the two sides suddenly pulled close, the thousand nights suddenly bounced off the ground like a leopard, a slip, directly into the arms of a third degree blood family, face to face punch each other in the face!

After this punch, the face bones of the blood fighter immediately receded, and then, driven by a massive blow to the head, the body floated forward before flying out together to the rear side.

Bang bang, the ground beneath his feet suddenly recessed, and the thousand nights fired like shells, facing another level 5 blood guard leader, ignoring the stabbed knife, punched him in the face again!

The knife went into the chest for thousands of nights, but like a pile of heavy leather in a prick, it went in extra slowly and ended up stuck between the ribs. The guard chief also reacted slowly, lifting his left arm, barely blocking a punch for a thousand nights, but the whole person was struck backwards by a sharp fist, and his arm bones squeaked and moaned.

Upon promotion to level 4, after a thousand nights of dual strengthening of the Force and blood, the body is now extremely strong and can overwhelm the average level 6 fighter as well as the level 5 fighter of the blood clan.

Grabbing the guard chief's knife hand for a thousand nights, he won't let him escape, while his right hand elbow is smashed with his head like a storm, every stroke is as heavy as a giant hammer, such as an axe to open the mountain!

Two fists broke the chief's arm a thousand nights ago, one elbow smashed the blood force of his protection, then moved sideways, as a soldier, and leaned heavily on the blood guard chief!

In a thunderous blast, the guard chief flies out, twisting his body into a strange shape. Just now, with great strength, combined with the force, he has shaken all his skeletons!

The bang rang lightly, and another knife went into the back of a thousand nights. The knife broke open the armor, punctured the muscles hard, and finally barely touched the bone.

When the flesh of the flesh was suddenly felt, he grabbed the blood warrior's neck with his opposite hand, tightened his five fingers and broke his neck bone. Under the strong physique of the blood clan, this wound may not necessarily die, but at least it will lose its fighting power.

Waving his hand away from another bloodline knife for a thousand nights, he punched directly in the jaw, causing a numb bone crack in the scalp, the soldier leaned back.

Thousands of nights are like a lion, walking through a pack of wolves. He punched like a thunder and lightning bolt and was heavy as a mountain. No one in this blood warrior could take him head-on!

In the blink of an eye, the enemy could not be found around a thousand nights, only by the wreckage of a carriage not far away, and the blood jazz was climbing hard. But he wobbled, and even the station was a little unstable, looking at his wound with horror. The fleshy half of the body is not a fatal injury, but the black blood that keeps pouring out of the wound smells like rot and death.

Blood jazz crossed angrily, desperately mobilizing the power of blood, so easily to eliminate the intrusion of a non-toxic and specific blood gas. But his injuries were more than doubled, his blood gas drained most of the time, and he suddenly became depressed.

Walked in the middle of the night and grabbed him with one hand. The Blood Jazz waved angrily at each other, holding their hands together and beginning to squeeze. The ground beneath both feet suddenly burst into muffled sound, recessed downwards and a few meters shallow pit appeared!

At this moment, both sides were equally powerful and could not sustain each other for a moment, but the wounded left arm of the Blood Jazz became weaker and weaker, and soon there was an elephant. He suddenly growled like a beast, his eyes spilled with blood, and in the dark night, he shot a red light, his lips protruded with two long blood-sucking fangs, biting hard into the night!

No retreat at all, but the first, let the fangs of the Blood Jazz bite off his shoulder. Blood-sucking fangs entered the body, and at night it was evident that two strands of black blood had begun to infiltrate his own blood, yet his dark blood immediately reacted strongly.

Purple blood gas is almost emitted from the ability symbol, directly into the two invading blood poisons, one face swallowed clean. And not only that, it twisted one by one, immediately separating a fine stream of purple gas, tracing back along the path of blood poison intrusion, and finally drilled into the blood-sucking fangs and poured into the blood jazz.

Blood jazz suddenly stared at his eyes and revealed his utmost fear, desperately trying to push away from the night. He couldn't make any meaningful syllables, and his throat was just a howling call.

Of course he won't let go of it for a thousand nights, he still maintains his angle with the Blood Jazz and begins to gain an advantage. However, as purple blood gas backfired, his eyes rose for a glimmer of red mist, like a tow, suddenly biting the side of the blood jazz neck!

Blood filled with force pours in like a tide, and a thousand nights instinctively swallows a large mouth, every bite stirring the boiling and vibrant blood gas array in the body. This is the blood of an eight-grade blood family. The blood force is far more intense than a thousand nights, and the dark force contained in each mouth of blood is equivalent to the current total force of a thousand nights.

But just swallowed two or three bites and drank a stinking rotten blood at night. He almost vomited, sprayed all the rotten blood out of his mouth, and pushed away the powerless blood jazz.

The superior bloodline is depleted, as if he had aged for decades in a short period of time, when he had lost his life altogether. A Grade Eight jazz had much more blood than that, but he was first poisoned by the blood contained in the atomic bomb for a thousand nights. Purifying the toxin consumed nearly half his blood, then sucked directly into the blood bleeding with purple blood gas, and most of the blood rotted and necrotised in the blink of an eye.

Thousands of nights realize that their current blood is very poisonous for vampires. They are also beginning to wonder about the origin of purple blood gas. Perhaps when the golden blood gas comes out of the cocoon, it will surprise him even more.

A thousand nights of swift walking around the battlefield, sending all remaining blood fighters to hell. Now there are only a few ordinary bloodlines left in this ancient castle.

He started a long sword, erased the blood scent, took out a leather bag, dumped silver liquid on the blade, and then walked to the two bronze casts in front of him, which were already unprotected gates.

A red pyrotechnic flame suddenly rises on the top of the castle, goes straight up to the sky, and blows up. A thousand nights of ear movement has captured the deafening and sharp sound. This is a warning signal. It won't be long before a blood patrol hears it.

Thousands of nights are not afraid of patrols. He walked into the castle and saw the remnants of the clan gathered in the lobby and watched him quietly.

At the top of the sofa sits an older blood clan than the blood jazz, while several other elderly people stand behind the sofa, while several children gather under the elderly's knees.

If it were not known that this was a blood stronghold and that their eyes were not red, they would also think that they had walked into the living room of a nobleman.

The hall was quiet and the silver dropped from the blade and the ticking sounded like a beating to everyone's heart.

The old man walked slowly into the midst of the night, his face like a dead tree, looking at him without expression, and said slowly, "Humanity, you have great guts. ”

Thousands of nights smiled faintly, not interested in conversation, but lifted the blade, pointing to the old man's throat.

“Grandpa, is this dinner today? Looks delicious! ”

There was a little girl's voice next to her, and then she felt pain in her leg a thousand nights later. He looked down and saw a little blood girl, only four or five years old, biting hard on her thighs and two little blood-sucking fangs halfway into the meat. Through translucent fangs like ivory, you can see two fine lines rolling into her mouth.

The old man looked happy and said with a smile, "You're done, man! If you kill us, you will not escape the fate of blood slaves! ”

Thousands of nights just looked down at the little girl of the bloodline and whispered, "Really? This little guy is a pureblood, and his hidden talents are pretty good. Maybe it's another jazz when you grow up. What a shame... little guy, don't rush, slow down, don't eat your stomach. ”

When the blood of a thousand nights flowed out, the purple blood gas in the body suddenly awakened again, jumping out of the ability symbol, such as a magic artifact sent a ray of purple gas to the little girl.

The little girl sucked and suddenly stunned her tongue, ahhh screaming, one fell to the ground, her whole body curled up, quickly became stiff. From her mouth, there was purple and black blood.

The old man seemed to see the most terrible sight in the world, stood up and lost his voice: “Holy blood! Holy blood! You're not human! Why!”

“Is this holy blood?” The thousand nights smiled inappropriately, not knowing whether the tone was a statement or a question, and said softly: “But I think I am still a human being...” He said, his sword shocked, straight into the heart of the elderly blood family.

A sword with silver fluids in its hands continued to fly, gently tearing apart one or more of the fading, or newborn, childish blood hearts. After a brief scream, the hall was silenced again.

A thousand nights swiftly walked around the castle with a long sword. Walking into the upstairs showroom, you will see many paintings and a pair of short guns set on the wall.

This is a pair of blood-style primitive guns, and the golden ones are bright and obviously old. Being able to be placed in the most prominent spot in the showroom by a clan is bound to have extraordinary significance and value for short guns.

The rest of the paintings and decorations were luxury items of great value in the land of mankind, but he had no time to move so much at night. He only took off the pair of apparently antique Force Short Guns and took a bag of crystal coins from a generous desk and left the castle.

Stepping into the courtyard, just a short walk from the gate, he hesitated for a thousand nights and turned to the manor behind him.

The unusual movement in the ancient castle has already struck the human race here. They walked out of the house, stood at the entrance to the estate and looked over to the ancient castle. Many people's faces were completely numb and numb, and the entrance to the estate was like an invisible red line, no one crossed the border.

These are not black blood contaminated blood slaves in the eyes of the thousand nights, but dozens of them are too pale and a little weak to appear to have recently been bled out.

For the blood family, drawing flowing warm blood directly from the living is a pleasure, another flavor than drinking the slightly cooler blood in the cup, which was given to them by their ancestors. But people who have been sucked will soon become blood slaves and will no longer be able to use them once or twice. Regular bleeding can be used for a long time, just like human cattle.

Thousand Nights said: "I come from the Great Qin Empire, who wants to come back with me, come out! ”

Look at me, look at you, some people are hesitant to struggle, but most people stand numb.