Chapter 325: Only Killing

The Bloodline has reflexes and motor abilities far beyond ordinary people, a beast-like keen perception, sharp teeth and claws, terrifying brute strength, near-immortal lifespan and self-healing ability, and can quickly recover themselves by drinking the blood of their opponents in battle. Where is the fastest update of the novel?Please look for Aishang Novel Network biquge.infobiquge.info and these are just the talents that every blood clan has, even if you don't count the martial arts and magic cultivated the day after tomorrow, they are definitely above the human being.

But unfortunately they have an incurable weakness: a fear of light, especially sunlight and light. The blood clan below the earl is definitely an out-and-out "death at the sight of the light". Even the Count was only able to resist sunlight for a short period of time when he was fully blooded. And although the marquis with huge blood energy can move freely in the sun, their resistance to strong light will never be stronger than that of an old farmer who sweats down to the soil.

However, after all, the Bloods possess wisdom no less than that of humans, and have made many remedies for this weakness, such as making a zuò blackout cloak, refining sunscreen with alchemy, or using magic to block and absorb light. Generally, there are places where high-level blood clans gather, and the surrounding buildings will be covered with light or dark black fog magic arrays or light-devouring magic arrays. In this environment, even if the people of the Holy See use the Prism Light, which is the most effective way to kill the Bloods, the effect will be greatly reduced.

But no Bloodclan could have dreamed that a bright light attack would be so ferocious and violent

Wang Zongchao's uranium light bō fist, the energy intensity is not comparable to Jiao En, who was implanted in the nuclear reactor, but the manipulation and application are doubly flexible. Now that his full force blow has completely abandoned physical kills such as impact bō and high heat kills, he has concentrated all his energy on the strong radiant light energy, converging with the scorching sun in his body, and exploding outward with all his strength without reservation

The stronghold of this blood clan in Paris is as strong as a small castle, but at this time, even the thick walls and masonry are all penetrated by the strong light, and in a thousand seconds, this large Gothic luxury building has completely turned into a sun on the outside.

The bright light is immediately receiving, and for those who are a little farther away from this building, it feels like an inexplicable lightning without thunder. However, the consequences of this moment are shocking: the entire large building is still intact in appearance, but many of the walls have faintly shown translucency, and suddenly the silica in the wall sand has been burned into glass by strong light. Perhaps the building will become a tourist attraction in the area many years later, provided that the residual radiation is removed.

The various magic arrays that defended against the strong light only weakened about thirty percent of the light energy, and it was destroyed by the far overloaded light energy, and the vampires below the marquis level evaporated directly in the strong light and turned into dust.

However, Alexander survived, and his duke-level strength was vividly displayed in an instant.

The surging blood energy instantly flooded the location he knew, and the originally ethereal blood-red energy had now condensed to the point of almost materialization, turning into a viscous and wriggling blood cloud to protect him, and he didn't know if it was pouring out of his body, or if his physical body had disintegrated into a blood cloud. The rolling blood cloud expanded to four or five meters in an instant, and the blood waves were hidden in it, and countless evil spirits cried very terrifyingly, and the pungent smell of blood filled the field, like a sea of blood hell.

Under the strong light, two-thirds of the boiling sea of blood vanished in an instant, but the remaining third still shrouded the area within two meters, protecting Alexander's entire body.

After all, this punch was an indiscriminate large-scale attack, not all of which was focused on him, and with the terrifying strength of the Duke of the Blood Clan, it would not be severely damaged by it.

But then Wang Zongchao punched again, this punch was completely different from the first punch, unassuming, the fist was like a cone stabbing spear, condensed like a line, and it was as fast as lightning and thunder. Although the time of the punch was slightly slower than the first punch, the power was almost synchronized to Alexander.

Although Alexander was airtight, in order to defend against a wide range of bright lights, he inevitably dispersed his defenses. Therefore, the second punch broke through the blood cloud with a special break, and immediately penetrated through the blood cloud and penetrated through.

However, the strange thing is that this punch failed to contact any entity, it seemed to hit the unfathomable sea of blood, the fist strength was completely swallowed by the whale, and the sea of blood was surging with rage, giving birth to the absorption force of the deep sea whirlpool, among which countless blood-red souls and evil spirits opened their teeth and claws, and their faces were hideous, and the ghosts roared and searched for souls, which was terrifying, and it was about to pull Wang Zongchao's whole person into the blood pool hell that would never be reborn.

Those ghosts are not hallucinations, but have physical beings. It was a demon formed by the resentment of the soul of the slain after the blood clan cultivated to the rank of duke, similar to Dracula's Hellhound.

However, the second bō light that followed pierced the blood cloud with a thousand holes, and Alexander's terrible howl pierced through the air. The goblin dissipated, and the blood cloud collapsed again, and the remaining half condensed into Alexander's body and a piece of blood armor that wrapped his body, from which his body appeared.

In fact, although the power of the uranium light bō fist is not waveless, if the body is not implanted in the nuclear reactor, it will consume a lot of energy, unless it can be further practiced into the "atomic burst fist", the fist can directly blast the atomic structure of the substance, and directly release a huge amount of nuclear fission destruction mièxìng energy. Therefore, Wang Zongchao was unable to continuously attack with "missiles", and the power of this second punch was actually less than one-tenth of the first punch, but it was better than exploding from the inside out, and the power was almost entirely concentrated on Alexander. And Wang Zongchao also pinched the "prism light" in his fist at the same time, and he worked at the same time

Two strong light attacks in an instant have already made Alexander lose his soul and lose most of his energy. In desperation, he could only choose to recover from the blood mist into a humanoid state, and he did not dare to disintegrate and turn into countless bats and fly away. Otherwise, if Wang Zongchao throws a third punch, the body protection energy will drop significantly, and he will have to die a tragic death in a state of disintegration and dispersion

By this time, however, Alexander's reinforcements had arrived. Behind Wang Zongchao, the bat-wings of the two blood clan marquis had turned into huge black scythes, and they slashed straight at Wang Zongchao without hesitation. Waves of red sè energy, along with the countless black sè scythes that filled the entire space, were surging and surging jīdàng, and the murderous aura was blazing and directly teaching people to split their livers and gallbladders.

Although the two Marquis had been burned to the ground by the bright light, being able to survive the first bō attack was a testament to their great strength. At this time, although their eyes had been burned by the bright light, they still unleashed an accurate and deadly blow by reading the enemy's breath with their beast-like spiritual sense.

Alexander didn't love to fight, the wide red robe on his body flew hunting, like a giant bat wing puffing up a hurricane that pushed him away from Wang Zongchao's direction and flew back rapidly, and at the same time, a blood arrow instantly condensed in his hand and shot towards Wang Zongchao, although it was only a low-level blood magic, but it condensed the Duke's desperate blow in a desperate situation, which was enough to corrode a giant elephant to the point that there was not even half a bone left.

Although every vampire is a natural combat creature, as a Duke of the Rui Demon Clan, who is good at illusions and psychic mysteries, hand-to-hand combat is by no means an option that can give full play to his advantages. At the same time as Alexander's figure retreated and sent out bloody arrows, his sharp pupils burned with mysterious blood flames, and a stream of spiritual movements that could not be detected by the naked eye were released outward centered on him, forming three substantial barriers composed entirely of spiritual power between him and Wang Zongchao, and the air distorted accordingly. In Wang Zongchao's eyes, his whole person became as if the concave and convex mirror was reflected, and it turned out that the light was also distorted by the powerful spiritual power.

As long as Wang Zongchao is slightly hindered and then entangled by two marquises, Alexander will have at least ten or more means to escape, and then gather forces to turn back against Wang Zongchao.

It's a pity that what follows is no longer a bright light, but ......

A sharp and unmatched, unbeatable, unbreakable, as if it can cut the world into two halves.

This is a move that integrates the sword intent of the Musashi sword method, although the purity of the essence of the sword intent is still incomparable to Musashi, but under the impetus of the power and momentum that is far more than ten times stronger than Musashi, this sword exerts a terrifying power that Musashi cannot reach.

Blood arrow, split in two.

Three spiritual power barriers, like soap foam, can be broken with a single touch.

Alexander's talisman blood armor was not much stronger than brown paper under a single sword.

With a stunning sword, Alexander's arms were broken, and the whole person was slashed in half from the xiōng bore part

With one slash, the world seemed to be divided into two, one bright and one dark, half of the fire was raging, and half of the ice was condensed. Alexander's body below the chamber burned to ashes in the flames, but the upper half of his body was frozen in ice. Since the most important heart of the blood clan was still preserved, he was not dead, and the remnant Wang Zongchao grabbed his throat with one hand and carried it in the air in an extremely miserable and humiliating gesture.

As for the two marquis who struck a desperate blow against him behind Wang Zongchao, they were already dead, dying of cannibalism. Just as they rushed headlong into the range of Wang Zongchao's body protection qi, a twisting and swirling qi like a Taiji cyclone shifted the direction of their attack. Blind to both eyes, and with all their might under the blow without reservation, their attacks were irreparably poured out on their own people, who were already heavily wounded.

In just a few seconds, a blood duke was crippled and captured, and more than two marquises, a dozen counts, and dozens of viscounts were all killed. It is almost the core elite power of a clan, and in the important family land that has been operating for hundreds of years, it is like a dream bubble that is instantly shattered, and Wang Zongchao himself can be said to be unscathed

What an astonishing, almost miraculous achievement. If Wang Zongchao was a member of the Holy See, he could have the name of a saint by virtue of this victory.

However, if it weren't for Wang Zongchao's appearance being too sudden, if it weren't for the uranium light bō fist combined with the scorching sun, which was unseen and unheard of by the blood clan, but it was an attack that was a deadly nemesis, if it weren't for the fact that the opponent didn't know Wang Zongchao at all, this kind of result would not have happened at all.

At the very least, if Alexander knew that Wang Zongchao's two strong light attacks in an instant were the limit, and the second time he even used the "Prism Light", he would choose to turn into fog or turn into countless bats and scatter and escape. As long as it wasn't for a large-scale bright light attack of this intensity, he could have escaped at most at the cost of losing part of his body. After all, he is a blood duke with a lifespan of nearly two thousand years, and his various abilities have been honed to be more perfect than the fire, and the battles he has experienced are more than ordinary people have eaten in the real sense, and he is by no means comparable to Zheng Zhe, who has just strengthened the most basic blood duke's physique and energy (if you don't count the internal force and the two self-created skills of "explosion" and "destruction").

Now, answer my question. With only one head, two shoulders, and half a xiōng chamber Alexander left, Wang Zongchao opened his mouth to ask, "Although I can't spare your life, if you answer honestly, I won't hand you over to the Holy See." ”

Although it was very cruel, Wang Zongchao knew that he had to kill. In addition to the fact that the two sides were originally hostile races, the Secret Party Alliance had also repeatedly pursued and killed the Middle-earth team and Acador, and a large blood army had been destroyed in their hands, and now it was about to be unfavorable to Acador, so the two sides had no reason to share the sky anyway.

Alexander's red eyes seemed to have no focus, and his expression was sad and sad, but when he saw Wang Zongchao's face clearly, he was shocked: "It turned out to be you"

It turned out that when he followed Carlo before, Wang Zongchao adjusted his skeletal appearance to resemble Zhang Enbo, but due to his all-out efforts in the battle, he had recovered to his original appearance at this time. Although the two had not met before, the attention of the blood clan to Wang Zongchao and others began decades ago, and of course there was information about Wang Zongchao's face.

"What exactly are you planning, and where is Xi Méng?" Wang Zongchao didn't care about any of this and continued to ask. As for Acador, he had basically determined her whereabouts from Alexander's reaction before, and then he would go to England to find her.

"Hum, hum, ......," Alexander sneered sarcastically, and every syllable he uttered was accompanied by the sound of ice slag crashing and rubbing and wisps of coldness, "This is a tragedy, a tragedy for the Bloods." His voice gradually deepened, and it sounded full of desolation, "Loneliness, full of the tragedy of betrayal and cannibalism, must be mourned...... Any tragedy has an origin...... The first true ancestor, Cain, was exiled by the gods for committing the felony of killing his own brother, and the third generation of the blood clan betrayed the second generation of the blood clan created by Cain himself, and exterminated them.

The second True Ancestor, Judas, betrayed his lifelong mentor, leaving behind four new artifacts and a rebellious prophecy: 'The new Blood, with the Silver Grail, will replace the old Bloodline as the new ruler of the Dark World'. ”

"So, if it weren't for Dracula's willingness to take the initiative to give up the Silver Holy Grail, the battle between the old and new blood clans would have already begun. Alexander's expression looked dazed, but he still smiled: "And the moment the Silver Grail returns to the hands of the New Blood, the battle horn will sound."

His laughter grew crazy again: "Hahaha...... The third generation of the bloodline...... If we can't deal with the lowly, then it's better for the three generations of the blood clan to deal with it, the noble elder, as your descendant, is willing to sacrifice his life in exchange for your awakening."

The third generation of Cain's bloodline, the founder of the Thirteen Clans, is known as the Prince of the Clan, and legend has it that he has a power comparable to that of the gods. Accator, on the other hand, is a third-generation Judah lineage. As soon as Wang Zongchao's heart froze, he found that Alexander's eyes had completely lost their brilliance, and there seemed to be something in his head yearning to collide, wanting to break through the ice blockade and fly away

"It's a blood crystal" Wang Zongchao's face changed, this is an entity condensed by the origin blood energy of the duke-level blood clan, similar to the existence of the cultivator Jin Dan, and it was through this that Dracula passed on his power to Accator. At the same time, an even greater sāo chaos was coming from outside.

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As if penetrating the earth and releasing the moment, the splendor pierced the celebratory and peaceful feast in the manor. The song sank. The drumsticks for the accompanying dancers also stopped beating. People stopped laughing, and looked at each other with hazy drunken eyes in the night as deep as ink. They don't know what's going on.

"What's that?" one of the guests at the ball couldn't help but ask his companion, but he didn't hear the other answer. He looked back suspiciously, saw his companion looking at him strangely, and then suddenly his eyes widened in horror.

He followed the other's gaze and lowered his head. He saw that his clothes were torn open, and something red was slowly sliding down the horizontal gap. He exclaimed, looking up at his companion, whose expression was even more horrified and incredulous than before, and he saw with his own eyes that the other's luxurious gown suddenly broke horizontally layer by layer, and then the same red sè dripped down the severance. Then, like a cut cheese, the opponent's upper body suddenly ridiculously misaligned along that cut. He screamed in horror, and a large number of warm red fountains erupted from the opposite side, from behind, from the left, from the right, from all directions, and then, his own body began to burst out of blood. The last thing he did before his consciousness disappeared was to look around, and there was no one in the noisy square. Only countless bodies that had broken half of their bodies from them, struggling with the last of their strength to pestle there, and then turned into wisps of ash and scattered. He didn't even feel the pain when his own body was also broken in half, but he looked directly at his trembling tuǐ and feet in horror, which were a pair of heeled calfskin shoes he had made today, and the ribbons were studded with beautiful emerald jewels, which glittered in the firelight.

The banquet hall that was once filled with revelry has been transformed into a blood-drenched Shura field. Lù West wields a cross that has been completely transformed into a terrible murder weapon, killing to his heart's content. The revelry crowd looked at Lùsi in amazement, and before they could resist, they had already turned into ashes under the sterling silver that extended from the cross. Filthy particles filled the air, like a thick fog under London Bridge, swirling over the spacious halls. There seemed to be the voice of an angel in white in the dark, as if the ** chanting numbbed Lùxi's brain and all her nerves. She wielded her weapon. Blood and dust were flying all over the sky, and she couldn't see anything, as if she had turned into a pure killing machine, regardless of good and evil, regardless of right and wrong, to get rid of all the activities in the world.

More enemies, more slaughter, more blood. With a long and terrible hiss, Lùxi's hand condensed golden ice with deadly holy light, and in a single swing, it turned into a sky of ice blades, and jī shot into the dense crowd.

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