"After I've been kind enough to answer your questions, it's your turn to answer my questions......" Lesda asked, pacing leisurely as she looked at the two men on the ground with only their heads exposed.

In just a few words, the fog that had risen around him became thicker at some point, and the fog had a hazy red light, filled with a strong smell of blood, as if it had evaporated directly from blood.

Zheng Zha could feel the blood energy in the mist, and he could also feel that the blood all over the ground was slowly steaming and turning into blood mist under the blood energy of Leshida, and his heart was even tighter.

"First question: What is the purpose of your coming from the East to Transylvania, is it because the Earl has been to your East?"

"That is, our Maoshan faction in China has always taken it as its mission to eliminate demons and defend the Dao, and you demons and demons, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you will never want to escape our pursuit!" Li Shuaixi didn't seem to be very nervous, just talking nonsense.

After the alien mission, he was no longer stunned when he expressed resentment, and although he was anxious for now, he held back and tried to delay as much time as possible so that the other companions could come after hearing the gunshots.

"Maosan (Maoshan), sure enough, Maosan (Maoshan)!" Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Leshida's dark eyes shot out a red and oozing essence, and the miserable white fangs also completely protruded the corners of his mouth, looking extremely hideous.

"Sure enough, it's you, you crazy people from the East, and you're really fighting with Esgar in the thirteenth lesson of the Emperor's Hall!" said Lesda with a sweep of his previous hypocritical calmness, gritting his teeth. And Li Shuaixi secretly complained when he saw this situation, thinking that he was unlucky enough to fight crookedly, and Dracula really suffered the loss of the Maoshan faction in the east.

"You're Maosan's people, and that's your misfortune!" Rusta's tone became cold, "Don't try to stall for time, now that I've shrouded this area in a mist of blood, even if your companions arrive now, it will take a lot of effort to find here!"

"Originally, if you handed over Frankenstein and left here, we could let you go, but now, I'm just afraid it's difficult......" The fierce light in Lesda's eyes became more and more intense, but unexpectedly, Li Shuaixi breathed a sigh of relief, and Zheng Zha's originally resentful eyes had turned into surprise.

"Hey, what's ......" Lesda began to feel bad, and the afterglow of his eyes had swept to the place where Wang Zongchao's body should have been lying was now empty, leaving only a pool of blood.

"Mercy and guilt are the poison of death?...... Do you really think of me as a stunned blue-blooded man?" And with a bitter sarcasm. Close to ear.

Rusta turned in shock. But what fills the field of vision is a fist that is constantly magnifying.

And in that moment. He seemed to catch a glimpse of the dragon-slaying dagger. It's also well inserted in the other's chest and abdomen.

"How could it be ......"

But his momentary confusion was quickly interrupted.

There is no room for reaction. Lesda only felt a rush of violent force coming. Hit yourself the head. The skull was about to burst open like an egg thrown into the furnace, and fear was uncontrollable.

As the brain seemed to be concussed into a pulp and burst out of his brain, Lesdazhi felt as if he was being stuffed into a roaring sea, and every qiē sound in his ears turned into the sound of a whistling tide, and every qiē image in front of him lost focus in the ups and downs.

As for the pain, he didn't feel it much, and at the moment of the punch, his nerves were completely numb.

"Great, are you alright?"

"Big brother, take it easy! I don't believe that Teacher Wang will be put down by a little girl, even if the little girl has an artifact in her hand. ”

When Lesda came back to his senses, he found that he was already lying on the ground, and the two guys who had just fallen into the prison of the pool of blood had escaped at the moment when he lost consciousness and could not control his magic, and they were still talking cool words.

With such doubts, Lesda staggered to his feet, despite the blood still spraying out of his face, and at first glance he saw Wang Zongchao pull the dragon slayer dagger out of his body, and with the dagger being pulled out, his clothes that had been stabbed deep in his chest and abdomen by the dagger were also restored to their original state, not only the chest and abdomen were intact, but even the clothes were not torn at all!

There is no blood on the dagger, it turns out that Wang Zongchao made the sternum shrink when the dagger struck, and then clamped the dagger firmly with the muscles that manipulated it freely, so the dagger seemed to be on the handle but did not hurt him at all! This is the real power of the bone forging work, such a body even if the sword and sword are added, it will be like taking a knife to stab a ball of fluffy cotton, the knife can be easily stabbed in, but the edge is difficult to contact the real thing, after pulling out, the cotton is still the original cotton!

And in terms of his profound "listening power" kung fu, even if he is blindfolded, as long as he is holding hands with someone, he can sense the posture and movement of the other party, and even the muscle tightness of the whole body. In the case of an incomplete understanding of his abilities, Lesda rashly set up a game, just asking for his own hardships!

"Put this dagger away. It sounds like it's a pretty good assassination weapon. Wang Zongchao threw the dagger at Zheng Zha, and then turned to face Leshida.

Lesda didn't run, although his bleeding had stopped, and the wounds from his punch were rapidly recovering, but he knew very well that he couldn't run, and that the gap between buying his back to the enemy or spreading his batwing to fly was enough to die several times.

However, he was still puzzled in his heart, the powerful guy in front of him was nothing to deal with the Dragon Slayer Dagger, and he could disguise the heartbeat and body temperature that was dying after being seriously injured, but where did the blood come from?

It's a pity that he didn't notice the transparent plastic bag that Wang Zongchao casually threw aside, and the concept of "blood transfusion bag" never appeared in his mind, let alone the space bag.

Of course, Wang Zongchao pretended to be stabbed to lure him out without understanding the peculiarities of the dragon slaying dagger, for example, the person with the dagger in his body may be stiff all over, and the blood cannot flow out or the blood that flows out is black, but Wang Zongchao has been using the blood on the ground as a mirror to pay attention to his every move, once his eyes are abnormal, he will immediately jump up and attack.

"It's rare to meet a vampire who seems to be of a good level, so it's time to try his tricks...... If he wants to fly into the sky and escape, just hit me directly!" Wang Zongchao slowly walked towards Leshida, and at the moment when the other party's face completely bloomed with a punch, he already felt that that guy would not be weaker than Akado, stronger than the three vampire brides.

Of course, his punch was also due to the fact that he wanted to capture the opponent alive, and at the same time, he suppressed his strength in order to learn more about the Blood's skill tactics, otherwise a full punch could completely make Lesda's head burst into flesh and blood fireworks.

"You are really strong, very tricky......" Looking at Wang Zongchao who walked over slowly, Leshida was fully engaged and highly vigilant.

Although there was blood everywhere, and those were the powerful weapons of the Blood Clan, Lesda knew that he no longer had the extra energy to control the blood and launch an attack. Far more experienced than Accato, he knew very well that in the face of such a terrible enemy, as long as he was slightly distracted, the overwhelming offensive would crush him to powder in an instant. In contrast, Akado's first attempt to launch an illusion spell and secretly control the bloody sneak attack when he faced Wang Zongchao for the first time was actually a childish act of combat experience.

“…… But you're not enough to outsmart me!"

A layer of incomparably eerie bright red blood mist rose from Lesda's body, and it tumbled and burned like a flame, reflecting his figure hideously, and then, with a stagnation of his palms, he slashed his wrists with his fingernails. The blood gushing out immediately floated onto the palm of his hand, extending out along his hand, forming a long sword that was blood-red and as thin as a cicada's wings, and suddenly held it in his hand.

As if venting his anger, the blood sword turned into a cloud of red light, and instantly twisted a poor stone wall into pieces, "Don't let me down the people who once defeated Acador!"

Before the words were finished, the blood sword in Le Shida's hand had already stabbed towards Wang Zongchao with a sword aura. The sword was as fast as thunder and lightning, but the sword move was tricky and vicious, and it reached his chest in an instant.

The opponent's attack was rapid and dense, and Wang Zongchao, who was bare-handed, seemed to have no room to fight back, but followed the sword to dodge, dodge and move, and tended to move in the gap.

However, although the Bloodwing Sword was astonishingly sharp, it seemed to have no weight, and under the extreme speed of the dance, it almost turned into a spider web woven with the sword, not only without gaps, but also tenacious, sharp, and sharp everywhere. No matter how much you attack, you can't repel or break it, but you will be stuck and injured by the sharp ground above.

For a time, Wang Zongchao, who was bare-handed, was forced to retreat again and again.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Zongchao had retreated to the corner of the wall, and just when his heel touched the wall, the moment he paused slightly, the blood-colored essence in Lesda's eyes bloomed, and the long sword in his hand was shooting towards Wang Zongchao's throat as swiftly and incoherently as a poisonous snake out of a hole.

But if his sword is a poisonous snake, Wang Zongchao is the most clever snake catcher, and at the moment when Leshida's attack was too fierce and his sword momentum was slightly exposed, Wang Zongchao's two fingers of his right hand were firmly clamped.

However, although the blood sword was caught, Lesda showed a sinister smile instead.

"General!"

The blood sword was like gaining life in an instant, suddenly softened and liquefied, and Zheng Zha, who had opened the first-order genetic viewing, could clearly see that the blood sword was pinched by Wang Zongchao and there were ripples in a circle, and the tip of the blood sword suddenly stretched out, divided into two spikes, like a poisonous snake spitting out a forked tongue, accelerating to stab Wang Zongchao's eyes.

That blood sword is actually not solid, but formed by the blood of Lesda's own spilling out of the body, of course, it can also change its shape at will, compared to the ordinary blood in the outside world, the blood clan's own blood has multiplied both in flexibility and power, and it is truly as psychic as driving the fingers.

Lesda is confident that even if his opponent's physical defense is peculiar, he will never be able to withstand the stab with his fragile eyes. And as long as the blood sword pierces the opponent's eye, it can immediately invade the opponent's brain under his control, making this tricky opponent die on the spot.

(One more in the evening)