Although Habs knew that Borges in front of him was only an earl, which was worse than himself, but the opponent's combat power was too terrifying, and he must know that among the members of the Dark Council who had been attacked and killed by Borges in a row before, there were more powerful existences than himself.

So even if three blood clans have died in front of him, even if Borges is a shame for the entire blood clan, he hates it in his heart, but he doesn't dare to take the initiative, but hopes that the other party will withdraw.

Even the strongest Habs in the field thought like this, and the other blood clans were even more worried in their hearts, the legendary Forbidden Son was not just a name, this name was dyed red by the blood of hundreds of members of the Dark Council!

"Patrol team?"

Borges pursed his lips and smiled, a trace of disdain appeared on his terrifying face, he squeezed his palm, stretched his waist, and said lightly: "Just those stupid wild dogs, I am naturally not their opponent, but before they smell the smell and rush over, it is too easy to kill you!"

As soon as his words fell, the blood clan in the field did not change color, and they knew that what Borges said was not false.

"Shhh

Before Borges could finish speaking, the small nightingale tavern once again resounded with a faint hiss, as if a pair of red hands had slid over the smooth silk, and like a beloved lover, whispering in his ear.

"Hide, get out of the way!"

But when Habs heard this voice, as if he had seen something most terrifying, his face changed suddenly, and then he withdrew at extreme speed, and flashed away from the place.

Sou!

Almost at the same time as Habs's figure moved, a black snake figure rose from the floor with a faint smell of blood, and at a speed comparable to it, it transformed into a black shadow, and swept rapidly past where Habs had just stood.

Not again!

The Shadow Snake Containing the Deadly Toxin attacked, and just now the two Blood Clan Counts died under Borges's fatal move!

If it weren't for the Habs who sensed this attack in advance, this snake shadow would have bitten Habs's throat accurately!

"It's dangerous!"

Habs was afraid for a while, with his strength, even if he was not afraid of Borges's shadow spells, but once he was entangled, it was difficult to guarantee that Borges would not use any hind hands against him.

At that point, Habs will be in trouble.

"Borges, you're so ruthless!"

The next moment, Habs's gaze swept over the small Nightingale Bar, and his face turned pale.

It turned out that just now, Borges's Shadow Serpent attack was not just against Habs, at the same time as Habs was attacked, all the Bloods in Nightingale's Bar were attacked by Borges's Shadow Serpent.

It's a pity that the strength of these blood clans is far inferior to that of Habs, and in the face of Borges's shadow snake attack at this moment, even if they were strictly guarded against it from the beginning, they were still poisoned by Borges in a flash!

"Ahhh ”

At this moment, in the cramped nightingale bar, several Bloods lay on the ground, rolling wildly on the spotless floor. On the necks of these bloods, there was a materialized shadow snake, firmly locking their throats, and the miserable blue snake fangs half-pierced into the flesh, exuding a faint and penetrating light in the darkness.

After only a few seconds, these bloods were all spread out on all fours, and they collapsed to the ground weakly, their dilated pupils that exuded a dead aura.

"So don't be anxious about tomorrow. ”

"Because tomorrow has its own worries about tomorrow, and it is enough to take responsibility for one day's difficulties. ”

In the darkness, Borges slowly lowered his head, looked at the blood clan on the ground who had been slaughtered by him, and prayed the words of the Bible with a devout face, looking even more pious than the apostles in the Holy Religion of Light.

"Dead, all dead. ”

Habs gasped.

In the Nightingale's Bar, except for himself, everyone else, the boss Les, three barons, five blood slaves, two viscounts, two counts, a total of thirteen blood clans, were all slaughtered by Borges!

Compared with the incomparably terrifying strength, Borges's cruel and extreme killing intent made Habs even more outrageous, and he felt a little afraid!

No, not everyone in the Nightingale Bar was slaughtered by Borges.

At the very least, the man with the eastern face sitting in the corner of the bar was cross-legged at the moment, smoking a cigarette leisurely, looking at the battle situation with great interest, obviously not being poisoned by Borges.

"Why didn't Borges kill this Terran?"

Habs frowned, and a thousand thoughts flashed through his heart in an instant.

But in the end, these thousands of thoughts converged into one word, that is, escape!

Although Borges is only at the rank of earl, his combat power is too terrifying, even if Habs is at the peak of the earl and is about to enter the rank of marquis, he is still not Borges's opponent.

In the Dark Council, those who died at the hands of Borges, far more powerful than the Habs, have long confirmed this to it with unmistakable certainty.

Crash!

At the next moment, Habs's figure flashed, and without hesitation, he smashed through the tall and shiny floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, and fled as fast as he could in his life, towards the empty street outside the bar.

"Borges, the patrol team is coming soon, as a disgrace to the bloodline, you will definitely die this time!"

Habs's figure swept out of the bar, and his mouth scolded Borges with a fierce scold, and his heart was actually full of happiness that he would not die.

As early as the death of the two counts at the hands of Borges, Habs knew what would happen next in the Nightingale's Bar, so during the confrontation, Habs's figure kept leaning towards the floor-to-ceiling window on the side of the bar.

At that time, Habs had already figured out his escape path.

"Idiot!"

Habs sneered, if Borges was replaced by himself, he would definitely kill the strongest self in the Nightingale Bar first as soon as he appeared, and it was definitely not on other insignificant blood clans, wasting so much energy that now, in the face of himself who was bent on escaping, Borges could only stand in vain, without any way.

"Not good!"

"My body, why is it so hot?"

But immediately, Habs's face changed, and he clearly felt that in his body, there was a growing heat raging and burning!

"This is hellfire, when did it ......?"

Habs lowered his head, and the next moment his eyes widened in disbelief, and he was horrified to see that there was a black evil fire, which was burning through his body and surging out from his body!

In just an instant, this blood clan powerhouse who was about to enter the marquis rank and was equivalent to the cultivation of the Seven Veins Realm was burned to ashes by this cluster of black flames!

At this point, the fourteen bloods of the Nightingale Bar were all wiped out by Borges alone!