This thing has been activated, and it looks like it's about to explode, Sun Yi is so frightened that his soul is making a fuss, this is a half-pound C4, if it explodes by mistake, none of the three of them want to live, the strength is strong, and it is not strong enough to be invulnerable, and even explosives can be ignored.

Wang Hu looked at the small square at his feet and was slightly stunned, and then kicked out, and the square-shaped C4 hit the wall and bounced, and flew out with a swish, followed by a loud bang, and the flames rushed straight into the stairwell with smoke and dust.

Sun Yi and the others squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, and they were also shocked to the ground, their hair was burned and curled, and their ears were buzzing with a chaotic sound.

Sun Yi raised a big finger to Wang Hu, if the national football team had his level, it would have won the World Cup a long time ago.

When Sun Yi and the others rushed out again, the rain of bullets swept over, and after rushing through the smoke and dust, there was no one to see.

In a wide and gorgeous hall, more than ten masters of the Holy Blood Hall were glaring at Sun Yi and the others on the opposite side, still holding weapons in their hands, and when they saw Sun Yi and them rushing over, their bodies flashed, and they disappeared through a few small doors.

"Are they going to play some tricks?" Sun Yi became more careful, if the boat capsized, it would be very lively.

There was a thud from the opposite door, and then slowly opened, and an old man in a gorgeous costume stepped out, his face calm and unable to show joy or anger.

His clothes look very familiar, Diego who he has contacted before, Franken wears such gorgeous clothes, he is said to be the viscount of the blood clan, and his strength is very strong, and Sun Yi suffered a lot in the hands of Viscount Diago.

The old man in a fancy costume walked to a place less than ten meters in front of Sun Yi, and then stood with his hands in his hands, with an arrogant face, like a medieval nobleman.

Some of the legends about the blood clan that I got from Ivy, those old antiques are very old, and even the viscount is hundreds of years old, which is completely different from the new generation, they are full of the nobility of the blood clan, since they are noble nobles, they naturally have the arrogance of nobles.

It's just that this kind of arrogance Sun Yi is a little unhappy no matter how you look at it, you retreat and walk out alone, Lao Tzu gives you face, but you stand silently like this, you look like a superhero, who are you bluffing, really I Sun Yi is scared.

As soon as Sun Yi was about to speak, the aristocratic old man said arrogantly: "You are Sun Yi, I know you, you do have some ability, but this kind of ability is just a small worm in front of our blood clan, one finger can press you to death!" ”

"Wait? Are you here to threaten me? Sun Yi asked with a glare.

The aristocratic old man took his hand and spewed out a breath of cold air from his nostrils, "That's right, it's just to warn you, now make amends and leave, for Avril's sake, I don't care about you!" ”

Sun Yi's face showed a cruel smile, and he said coldly: "Old man, you made a mistake, Lao Tzu came to you to ask for an explanation, and if your people dare to hurt my woman and make her almost die, you should pay the price!" ”

Sun Yi said, raised the M60 light machine gun in his hand, a series of point shots, and a few bullets hit his feet, this old man is indeed very aristocratic, in the face of the shrapnel and debris that collapsed, he didn't move his face, just looked at Sun Yi coldly.

"Don't make a mistake about yourself!"

"Mistaken Nima!" Sun Yi shouted angrily, raised his gun and fired at the old man.

The aristocratic old man didn't expect Sun Yi to say that he would do it, and he was immediately shot twice in the chest, and the armor-piercing bullet broke through the gorgeous clothes on his body and got deep into the flesh, and the old man couldn't care about the aristocratic demeanor, jumping up and down like a gust of wind and hiding behind a pillar.

As soon as those small doors opened, and the masters of the Ancestral Blood Hall were about to jump out, the moonlight monk in charge of supporting the broken Gatling machine gun was raised.

The firepower of the Gatling Turner Machine Gun is indeed powerful, but the weakness is that it takes about two seconds of warm-up time, and two seconds can do a lot of things for a master, and the moonlight monk also understands this truth, from the moment he jumps down, the barrel has been in the best warm-up state, and the barrel is buzzing and turning.

Now pull the wrench to the end, and suddenly, the machine gun roared angrily, and the rate of fire of up to 10,000 rounds per minute made a red chain of fire appear in front of the entire machine gun, and it was drawn out like a whip, and the high-density bullets in a short time hit those blood masters who were about to rush out again.

"You vile and shameless villain!" The aristocratic old man who was hiding behind the pillar roared angrily, and he didn't have any aristocratic style at this time.

Sun Yi waved his hand and stopped shooting, "I want to know why I'm not a villain, do you want to find me alone?" Sun Yi asked loudly.

"That's right, since you have found the Ancestral Blood Palace, then follow the rules, I am the elder here, I will represent the entire Ancestral Blood Palace, if you defeat me, the Ancestral Blood Hall should be dissolved!"

"Haven't you already disbanded two?"

The noble old man walked out from behind the pillar with a cold face, "That's right, it is true that two have been disbanded, do you really think that the viscounts of the blood clan are as numerous as you humans!" ”

This aristocratic old man gave Sun Yi a wake-up call, it seems that the hierarchy concept of the blood clan is stricter than that of the third brother, and there is an extremely strict relationship between the upper and lower levels, and the news revealed to him by Avril also shows that the level of these blood clans is not artificially divided, but has a great relationship with the bloodline.

This kind of bloodline is congenital, and it cannot be cultivated, which means that no matter how many ordinary bloodlines you kill, it is useless, as long as the upper-level bloodline with the title still exists, this race will not even hurt its vitality, and it is simply a thankless task to do something like Sun Yi.

"Okay, I'll accept your challenge!" After Sun Yi finished speaking, he picked up the M60 machine gun again.

"Ahhh......h ”

"I don't need a gun, fight with you?" Sun Yi said with a glare.

"You can use cold weapons!" As soon as the aristocratic old man stretched out his hand, a blood clan master immediately ran over quickly, offering a long sword with both hands, looking at this long sword, Sun Yi was a little stunned, this old man of the blood clan is particularly funny, what he is holding in his hand is actually a sword that is a specialty of China, and even the word Longquan can be seen on the sword.

"This sword is called Longquan, weighing three catties and two taels, and it is a long sword that I personally went to China to make a hundred years ago."

"I, named Carl Taylor, once studied Taiyi bipolar swordsmanship in Wudang, Huaxia!"

Sun Yi blinked his eyes, how could he not connect this noble old man of the blood clan named Carl with Huaxia swordsmanship, looking at him holding a long sword, and pinching a sword trick, it was a sense of absurdity.

Curious, Sun Yi threw the machine gun to Wang Hu, pulled out two short knives from behind him, and then said with some curiosity: "As far as I know, Huaxia martial arts pay the most attention to inheritance, and generally will never be passed on lightly, don't talk about those martial arts halls on the street!" ”

Carl still looked proud, "A hundred years ago, it was the most chaotic time in Huaxia, I went to Huaxia to find an opportunity to open up, and I once saved two Taoist priests, and they passed on the swordsmanship to me in order to thank me!" ”

Sun Yi also had to sigh at the impermanence of the world, when he talked about martial arts with the old man Luo in Sichuan, he once mentioned Shaolin and Wudang.

Wudang is the inheritor of Taoism, and has always paid attention to inaction and escapism, and the founding time is not as long as Shaolin, so the inheritance is still very complete, but in the long history, there are still many treasures lost, such as Wudang's Taijiquan Sutra has been incomplete.

And this Taiyi two-pole sword mentioned by Carl was lost a hundred years ago, Huaxia martial arts is not just a shelf, if it is just a shelf move, Wudang still has it, but the inner family breathing method that cooperates with it is lost.

Sun Yi stretched out his hand and pointed at Karl and said, "Let's pick a little more, if I lose, I will naturally not trouble you, but if I win......"

"The ancestral hall is now dissolved!" Carl cut it down.

"It's not just about disbanding this ancestral blood hall, it's also about the sword spectrum and internal law of the Taiyi two-pole sword!"

Hearing Sun Yi say this, Carl hesitated a little, the arrogance on his face became stronger, and he shook his head vigorously and said: "Impossible, I once promised those two Taoist priests that I would never pass on the two-pole sword, as a real gentleman, I must not lose my trust in others!" ”

Sun Yi now liked this arrogant and gentlemanly old man Karl a little, but he still said: "What if I said that I want to return this kind of exercise to Wudang!" ”

"No way, I can't hand it over to you, but I can hand it back to Wudang, and I will sue them that this is your credit!" Karl thought about it for a moment and switched to a different approach that he could accept.

Sun Yi smiled, he had a better impression of this Carl, if it wasn't for them hurting Leng Yu, Sun Yi really wanted to make friends with him, but looking at his arrogant appearance, he should look down on the yellow race, and it is impossible to make friends with himself, the friends of the nobles can only be nobles, not small farmers like Sun Yi, even if he is a village chief.

"Okay, that's it, please!" Sun Yiyi stretched out his hand and said.

The long sword in Carl's hand turned, even the sheath was held in his arms, and then he arched his hand, a very standard oriental martial artist's advice ceremony, but I am afraid that most Chinese people will not be able to do him in this kind of etiquette.

The two short knives in Sun Yi's hands were horizontal, and his feet slid lightly, and he leaned towards Carl.

Still holding the sword in his arms, Karl raised his right foot slightly, and slid his toes slightly on the ground and took a small diagonal step, posing in a so-called non-chosen.

Sun Yi held the short knife and stopped five steps away from Carl, this Carl put a lot of pressure on Sun Yi and did not force his shot, and Carl stood in place expressionlessly, seeing that Sun Yi refused to take the initiative to make a move, he simply closed his eyes, looking like no one in his eyes, as if he wanted to make a mistake