"Arrogance!" The blonde "viscount" behind the earl could no longer restrain himself, his blood was boiling, his body was vertical, sweeping several feet, and his vinegar bowl fist smashed down on Fu Chenxue's head. In the strict sense of the word, vampires are no longer humans, they are mysterious creatures, with indestructible bodies, unparalleled speed and incredible strength, and the high-level "blood clans" also have strong resurrection abilities and almost immortal life, and because of this, they look down on small humans, shame on them, and sometimes only see humans as "blood food" - an extremely inferior animal-like being. The "Bloodline" has an innate pride, and even those low-level "vampires" who have just passed through the "first embrace" will not take humans seriously at all.

Seeing the "Viscount" rushing over like a streamer, Ma Minghao let out a desperate exclamation. He had seen the bloody scenes of the "Viscount" killing, those warriors who came to rescue him had no resistance, they were directly torn to pieces by the "Viscount", guns and weapons were almost useless, they had extremely fast and strong bodies and powerful healing abilities, and for humans, the "vampires" were terrible nightmares.

At the same time, Qinghuang moved, flipped his wrist, and the "Qinghong Sword" appeared in the air, and the human sword was one, volleying up in the air, and stabbing at Bazeer, who was pointing the muzzle of the gun at Fu Chenxue.

Fu Chenxue didn't dodge, and even her posture didn't change, her left hand opened the "Viscount" fists, and her right hand "grabbed the bird's tail" firmly grasped the "Viscount's" ankle, and her arm shook violently, "Quack, let's go" There was a sound, like fried beans, the bones of the "Viscount" were loosened, and they fell apart inch by inch, like a snake that took off its bones, soft, and was directly slammed to the ground by Fu Chenxue. On the other side, Bazel was not so lucky, the sword light flew through his neck like a frightened rainbow, he didn't have time to dodge at all, the big head flew into the air, the headless body was still standing upright, and a scorching blood waterfall rushed out of the cavity, soaring more than five meters high.

"Damn it, kill them—" The Count poured the rest of the wine down his throat, his pupils blood-red, and a handsome face grim and terrifying. The robbers opened fire, bullets whistling strangely in the empty hall. Fu Chenxue grabbed Ma Minghao, turned around, rushed up like a dragon, and disappeared into the third floor in the blink of an eye, bullets grazed his heels and fell, sawdust flew, and stray bullets rained down. Almost at the same time, the white shadow flashed, and the green phoenix also disappeared into the third floor.

The robbers didn't expect Fu Chenxue to be so manic, the big man carrying more than one hundred and fifty pounds was as light as nothing, and he ran faster than a bullet, and they all widened their eyes, as if they couldn't believe it was true. "These two people have good skills and have the potential to join the 'Blood Clan'...... Leo, they're yours, take them down and help them complete the 'First Embrace'! The Count's eyes were cold, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

The white-haired young man agreed, the muscles on his body swelled violently, his pupils were like blood, and two long fangs pierced out from between his lips, and the clothes behind him crumbled tighter and tighter, as if something was about to come out of it. "Woo--", his clothes were torn in half, two terrifying wings were swung out fiercely, his body flew up in the air, his long nails were about five or six centimeters long, and the green light was faint, like ten blood-devouring daggers.

Leo flapped his wings and flew up to the third floor, where five or six "robbers" advanced to the third floor in a standard "special operations" formation with guns in hand. As soon as Leo entered the third floor, he saw a sharp sword light slashing towards him, as fast as lightning. Leo snorted coldly, and swung his giant wings to smash at the "Qinghong Sword". The "Bloodline" has a strong body, almost invulnerable, and he is not even afraid of bullets, let alone an outdated cold weapon? The "Qinghong Sword" did not collide with Leo's wings, and the sword light turned and slashed through the air extremely quickly, like autumn water without a trace, and suddenly exploded and dispersed, dividing into nine, like nine blazing stars dragging their long tails across the sky, stabbing at Leo in nine different directions. "Puff puff puff ......" Almost at the same time, nine blood flowers jumped on Leo's body, each sword was deep into the viscera, not that Leo's body was strong enough, I am afraid that his body was by no means nine sword marks, but nine transparent blood holes.

Leo flew backwards and landed on the ground, his massive black wings fluttering behind him. He wiped the wound with his hand, and his hands were soon red with blood, he slowly put his finger to his mouth, sucked greedily, and sneered: "Damn woman, you actually hurt me, this is absolutely unforgivable, I want to suck the last drop of blood from your body!" As he spoke, the blood from the nine wounds no longer flowed out, and even the blood that flowed out of it flowed backwards, and the wounds healed in the blink of an eye, and the skin was smooth, leaving not even a scar.

Seeing this scene, Qinghuang was slightly shocked, and had to say that the "Blood Clan" had magical abilities that could not be underestimated. However, for Qinghuang, these are not important, because the moment she draws her sword, the result is already determined. Leo fluttered his wings and flew quickly, swept more than a dozen feet, and grabbed the green phoenix fiercely. As long as it is touched by his claws, even a stone has to become powdery, not to mention Qinghuang's slender waist? Leo's pair of black wings set off a strong air current, flying sand and rocks, and even the windows of the building were lifted off, and they were thrown directly into the night. Leo flew over Qinghuang's head and grabbed it with both claws. When his fingers touched Qinghuang's shirt, Qinghuang suddenly disappeared. Leo grabbed the air, his heart was not good, and he was about to fly back upside down with his wings spread, when a cold light slashed down from the top of his head, and the violent murderous aura was enough to destroy the heavens and the earth. Leo only had time to scream, and his body split in two in the air, and the bloody corpse fell down with the rain of blood.

The "blood clan" has an almost immortal life, but the premise is to remove that "almost", and if it is killed by the green phoenix like this, no matter how powerful the "blood clan" is, it is a dead end. Leo didn't die unjustly, he thought that ordinary weapons couldn't hurt him at all, but unfortunately the "Qinghong Sword" in Qinghuang's hand was not ordinary, it was a great killing weapon that had been passed down for thousands of years, drank the blood of tens of millions of people, moved up for nine days, and went down to the town for nine shadows, how could a little "vampire" be able to resist?

Borg and the others, who had just rushed to the third floor, gasped when they saw this scene and almost rolled down the stairs. What kind of character is the "Viscount"? What kind of existence is "blood clan"? In their eyes, it was almost a powerful god, with immortal life and the power to destroy it, and now the god in their eyes was split in half by a woman, and he died so much that he could no longer die