Nan Candle's eyes showed a hint of disgust, and she cut out again, and immediately slashed the two collar-wearing humans who rushed over, and the giant sword immediately shattered their bodies, and Nan Candle quickly withdrew after making a move, avoiding the splash of blood.

The woman's figure gathered again, and the slaves in her hands were slaughtered on the spot by Nan Candle, but she didn't have the slightest heartache, she twitched the tip of her nose, greedily sniffing the blood of death that had just bloomed in the air, which was fresh and sweet to her.

Nan Zhu catapulted forward, carrying a huge and heavy re-arrival, she slashed down, and countless blood-colored tentacles suddenly stretched out behind the woman, these tentacles hugged each other and wrapped her forward, as if forming a huge chrysalis, blocking the return of the great sword containing powerful and pure fighting energy.

The slash was unsuccessful, Nan Candle swung up and attacked again, and the blow was unsuccessful, Nan Candle simply launched a series of continuous slashes, each time the strength of her slash would increase a heavier, and the pure fighting spirit of milk gold burst out, giving the power of the re-advent attack. Every slash will make those blood tentacles that are staggered and embraced violently, and every tremor will make the tentacles that gather into a chrysalis fade a large blood mist, and the huge chrysalis does not seem to be able to support it for long under the strength of the southern candle.

Nan Zhu continued to chop as if she wouldn't get tired, no one knew when she would stop, and the woman seemed to realize that it would not work if she continued like this, this girl with natural body and divine power and a strong and pure fighting spirit was much more difficult to deal with than expected.

But that's what makes it fun. The corners of the woman's mouth in the chrysalis rise.

The fleshy chrysalis split, and the emblem of a blood-colored flower bloomed in the void, and the powerful blood light spread, rushing away the form of the southern candle. Nan Candle's qi and blood fluctuated for a while, but just as she was bounced away, she still cut out of the heavy abyss, the alchemy circuit ignited, and the layers of pure fighting qi pushed out the large-sized Mithril bullets, which were only in an instant. So just as the southern candle landed, a large white light bloomed in front of her eyes, and this Mithril bullet should have hit.

The fleshy tentacles were blasted four or five times, and due to the effect of Mithril, the broken place shook and corroded black blood flowed, and the woman's expression became a little confused, and the heterochromatic pupils emitted a seductive light, she moaned, and then bit her lip and said, "You really hurt me." ”

Although Nan Zhu is not a sexy type, as a woman, and a beautiful woman, Nan Zhu is not interested in the charm of blood women at all. Originally, when Nanzhu was fighting, she also belonged to the type of person who didn't talk much, she didn't pay attention to this woman for a second, and then pulled the trigger again, and another ball of light bloomed in the forest.

"What a woman who is really anxious. ”

The tentacles behind the woman flipped downwards and lifted her up, as if weaving a fleshy skirt for her, she stretched out a white and flawless hand towards the front, and the white hand was instantly covered by the gathered blood, and the bright red blood stained the plain white hand, and then the blood in front of her exploded, condensing an even bigger bloody hand. The Bloody Hand catches the Mithril Bullet, but due to the violent effect of the bullet, the Bloody Hand disappears and collapses after blocking the Mithril Bullet for the woman.

The woman reached back, and then licked the flesh of her hand with her red tongue, and then her body trembled, and under the fleshy skirt, a group of chained blood slaves crawled on the ground arched.

These blood slaves are not physical from the appearance, they should all be virtual images condensed by blood and energy, but this virtual image is indeed so realistic, which shows that these things made by women use souls.

These blood slaves should be living human beings in front of them, and after being abused and played with by this woman, they were sucked dry by her, but this is not over, the women also used means to block their souls, and made their souls into real blood slaves, and then continued to worship at the feet of women.

Everything they have should belong to the supreme master, and the master is everything to them, so it should be taken for granted to dedicate their souls. This is the attitude of this blood woman when she is deprived.

The blood slaves came up together, the strength of these blood slaves was not low, each of them actually had the strength of the 6th order, it seems that the slaves found by this blood woman should not be ordinary people before her death.

In melee combat, it is more appropriate to use melee alchemy weapons, so Nan Zhu cut out again to deal with these blood slaves.

These blood slaves are the same as those low-level dark creatures, they don't have any fear at all, the pain caused by the blow of the southern candle will make them even more excited, they are driven by the perfect master who is high above, so all this pain is bliss. Pain only brings pleasure, pain only brings them into a more crazy and excited state, and they enjoy the pain until they die.

Nan Zhu was surrounded by a dozen or so blood slaves, but with her amazing strength, she was completely not left behind, and she could completely dispose of these blood slaves, but it should take several minutes.

The woman also knew that these blood slaves couldn't help Nan Candle, but it was okay to delay a little time, and if she made a move now, it should be an excellent time for her, but she didn't do it.

The blood clan already has an almost paranoid pursuit of beauty, and the woman of this blood clan is even more so, the tentacles that don't look beautiful at all are faded by the woman, she raised her hand and summoned a blood throne with the mark of the blood flower from the ground, at the moment of the birth of the throne, the surrounding ground actually bloomed with blood-colored roses, and the roses were clustered at the woman's feet, exuding not the fragrance of flowers, but the abundant smell of blood.

The woman simply took off her black heels, and the jade feet wrapped in the socks were even more dazzling than the bright red roses.

The woman sat on the throne, she was not very old, her expression was lazy, the black jumpsuit set off her devilish figure, and a pair of super long legs wrapped in lace stockings were crossed together, she really looked like a supreme mature queen, which made people just want to worship.

"You're not like them, huh...... I get excited just thinking about it...... You're the perfect fit...... If you can embrace me, I will, I will give you more exciting bliss than theirs, and I will treat you as my unique slave, and you are unlike any other slave, and I will give you your own pleasures...... Are you willing to surrender to me? I really want to have you. The woman sitting on the throne, with her left foot on her right foot, once again extended an invitation to the South Candle, her expression was extremely serious, and the pair of eyes looked at the South Candle as if admiring the treasures of the world.