Monarch of Evernight

Thousands of nights had begun to think about how to get out of the predicament, nor had he thought that the blood Viscount had let go of what was at stake. As things stand now, another 200 kilometres could be caught up.

In any case, fleeing into human territory is the ultimate solution. If a dark war enters the territory of Zhao without any hesitation, it will inevitably attract the attention and interference of the powerful human beings. It should not be too obvious to see this group of blood in the guise of imperial uniforms.

To succeed in fleeing to the nearest city of Zhao Valley, you have to cross thousands of kilometers of heavy peaks to talk about how easy it is.

There is another mountain beam ahead, with bushes and trees staggering and flourishing. And the clearer the tracking consciousness, the more harsh and murderous you can feel.

Thousand nights decided to take a risk, and he jumped up a hill post and stopped. Pick up a dead branch from the ground at will, sharpen the tip with a knife, pierce the finger, and drop a few drops of blood on the branch.

His bleeding is no longer as bright and red as it used to be, but rather has a condensed and convergent taste in it, with a much dimmer but more intense color.

Blood seeps into dry dead branches and is quickly absorbed.

In the thousands of nights, before the bushes that we have long seen, we carefully put the dead branches in and try to make it a natural breakdown and fall. Then he picked a spot around him, tied the only two blood grenades on him, buried them underground, set up a few small organs, and then removed all artificial traces.

Finally, the night climbed to a small highland in the southeast, quickly positioned sniper positions, assembled the eagle in situ, and then lay low under cover, pointing the gun towards the bushes in the distance.

He breathed slowly, accompanied by a powerful rhythm, and the force burst into the eagle, gradually accumulating into a nuclear bomb in the barrel. Now poured into the eagle at night are purified Dawn Force, condensed into the Force Bouncing Body Milk White, the color is gentle and soft, like a good jade.

As the force bounce slowly shaped, the surface suddenly had a lane of bloody lines, filled with three or five creepy purples, and a thin, almost invisible stripe of dark gold.

After the force bullet was formed, the surface gradually raised a layer of fog-masked force slight light, which appeared to expand as a whole, a sign of “heavy warheads”.

Finally, the Night of Thousand activates the “Heavy Strike Fist” the size of the nail cap, adding to the power of the modified Eagle Strike.

When he was ready, he waited quietly for the fighters to show up.

At this point, a thousand nights of total attention suddenly had a wonderful feeling that the nuclear bullet in the magazine seemed to have a faint connection with him, allowing him to influence its state slightly. Thousands of nights think about it, carefully injecting a strand of force again, and then a layer of translucent crimson atomic force mist appears on the surface of the atomic force, which dramatically lowers the sound of a broken whistle as the bullet flies.

Thousands of nights didn't wait long.

The mist of sunset covered the mountains like a veil, a shadow rising like a ghost, and Viscount Zaren appeared. He passed silently through the rocky peaks of the treetops at an incredible rate, like an illusion in the field of view, and instantly entered the range of eagle fire.

Zaren would have jumped again and slipped out for at least a few dozen meters before falling. However, he suddenly made an emergency stop in the air, and then suddenly turned around, like a torn puppet, in total violation of normal flight trajectories. The Viscount retreated quickly, almost centimetres back to the springing start.

Seeing Zaren in such a weird motion, the corner of his eyes jumped suddenly. Fortunately, when he saw the Viscount of the Blood cross the location of the trap, he did not lose his temper, otherwise even if he fired, he would be likely to lose his temper.

Zaren returned to his place, looked up to the sky, took a deep breath, his nose flaked constantly, and then turned his head to stare at a series of dark green sprawling bushes, his eyes could no longer divert.

With his insight, he saw the bloody dead branch of hundreds of branches in the bush. The sweet smell on it makes Zaren even a little tranced.

Like the blood of a pureblood aristocrat makes it difficult to sustain oneself for a thousand nights, and the blood of a thousand nights contains multiple blood gases. For the blood family, that complex and powerful power is both the poison that destroys life and the irresistible temptation.

Zaren's eyes became red, revealing fanaticism and greed, and his whole body was hot, almost boiling blood. He reached out and grabbed the dead branch, but just halfway there, he stopped abruptly. Zaren, after all, was a Viscount of the Byrnes who had almost just fallen into chaos and woke up at the next moment, when a strong danger overshadowed his acute perception.

At the moment of pulling the trigger at a thousand nights, Zaren had jumped like a lightning bolt and instantly escaped from the quasi-star. The thousand nights behind the quadrangle mirror forcibly withstood the urge to move the muzzle, still pulling the trigger towards the original position.

The eagle strike did not sound like a thunderbolt before the storm, it was just a burst of muffled noise, and the milky white, blood-stained force bouncing like a deep sea fish split water, silent and quickly swept over a thousand meters.

Zaren leaped 10 meters in the air, and then returned to his place as if time were backwards, hovering and retreating as if his previous methods were extremely bizarre. This particular skill has allowed him to escape enemy attacks countless times, yet this time he jumped back into the trap on his own.

Zaren turned around and was surprised to see that the nuclear bomb was close by!

This distance is too close to be avoided at all, and all Zaren can do is cross his arms over his head, bleed out, and coagulate the outline of the shield in front of him.

With a blast, the massive energy of the multiple reinforced nuclear bomb explosion knocked Zaren two steps back and broke the armor on his hands. At this moment, however, he is still bleeding, becoming more and more intense, blocking the rays of a blazing nuclear explosion.

Zaren frowned, shaking his left hand, and a blood line appeared on his palm. The full force of the eagle was blocked by him, but the violent force explosion still cracked the Viscount's tiger mouth, along with two minor injuries to the back of his hand.

Witnessing the true strength of the ancient clan's Dark Wars, the thousand nights stabilized the mind and filled it with the quickest possible energy and fired another shot. Zaren, however, had been prevented ahead of time, shouting and spraying intense blood from his mouth, and he actually hit the Force bomb in the air.

The dazzling rays of force explode in the air, leaving the blood-gas and the bullets to die.

His face changed slightly at night, his hands slammed hard, broke the eagle into two sections, grabbed the array chip of "Heavy Strike Fist” from it, and turned around and ran.

Zaren also saw the thousands of nights on the kilometres of heights, with a brutal smile on the corner of his mouth and a slightly confused appearance of geography, which prompted him to catch up.

In his eyes, a thousand nights is no more than the strength of the district knight, and there is no difference between 300 meters and 3,000 meters. Since the other party has exposed its whereabouts, catching up is just a little more time.

However, Zaren had just begun and suddenly had a warning sign, followed by a shocking explosion that completely covered him with the immense power of blood grenades!

After the force storm passed, all the surrounding bushes were razed, and a dozen square blast pits appeared at the top of the mountain, and Viscount Zaren stood still.

It's just that at this moment, his whole body is broken and broken. There are wounds, blood stains and nitrogen smoke everywhere. Almost no cloth is left in the Qin Empire uniform to disguise, and a set of tailor-made armor inside is damaged by several places.

Zaren's body suddenly bled out, the tiny wounds recovered at visible speeds and the larger wounds began to stop bleeding. The Viscount's eyes turned completely red, like two gorilla rubies.

He stared at the shadow of a thousand nights away, biting his teeth off, "You pissed me off, you really pissed me off! Soon you'll regret it. Long time, long time! ”

The speed of this escape in the thousands of nights was indeed not fast, and Zaren chased it very easily, bringing the two sides within 100 metres of each other in less than 10 minutes. There was no turning back for a thousand nights, and at this moment it seemed to be known that he was going to be caught up, suddenly burst out of power, suddenly accelerated, instantaneously at a speed similar to Zaren's.

Zaren laughed so hard, he wanted to see how long this little knight was going to last.

Running at night, waiting. The eagle shot was unlikely to do much harm to a battle, but Zaren's hand was clearly bleeding at night, and the angry Viscount ignored those two little mouths.

Even during the outbreak, the speed of the thousand nights was still slightly worse than that of Zaren, and the distance between the two sides continued to widen, from 100 meters to 50 meters to 30 meters.

If Zaren hurts his body in a short period of time and uses his ability to explode with blood gas, he can turn his eyes for a thousand nights. But he's expensive as a Viscount. How can he use this desperate means of exploding blood when hunting a little knight? If it gets out, he'll probably be a laughingstock in the clan, not to mention Zaren's face in front of the descendants of the Dracula clan.

Just as Zaren figured out in his heart how to torture this nasty little knight once he caught him, he suddenly shook himself and almost fell to the ground. He only felt wet and sticky on his mouth and face. He couldn't tell how upset he was. He reached out and saw with horror that his palms were all black blood.

Zaren's shock was so small that he felt what started to burn in his body, and the burning pain of the heat came through and his arms swelled up directly.

In the thousands of nights ahead, it was acutely felt that Zaren's pace was different. Looking back, it was blood poison that finally broke out. He immediately pulled out the groundnuts, loaded, fired, reloaded and re-fired at the fastest possible speed.

The twin blossoms kept ringing, and the demonic red and white blossoms blossomed once in the void, and Ti poured a round of nuclear projectiles onto Zaren.

However, the impact of this round has been modest. Although Zaren was beaten backwards, the continuous bombardment simply tore off most of his obsolete armor and blasted his body and blood. If Zaren hadn't been fighting the blood poison in his body, it would have been a flesh wound.

Thousands of nights, despite expectations, are still appalling. Only in such a positive battle did he truly experience the terrible power of the war generals. Nearly unprecedented eagle strikes and amphibians have lost their utility. Perhaps only sparkling teeth have a breaking effect, but a thousand nights would never want to fight a blood Viscount close.

All the Force Bullets stored at the turn of the eye were shot out, leaving only one iron cartridge in the pocket. He instinctively opens the iron box, lets the Force bounce into his palm, fills it with peanuts, and pulls the trigger.