When the king of the blood clan gave an order, it was naturally aimed at the entire blood clan, and no one listened to him if it was aimed at others.

However, he disappeared for too long, so the effect of the order did not achieve an immediate effect.

Only Auston and Balk took the order, quickly broke away from the fight, and beckoned their men to rush towards them.

As soon as they left, the group led by Clark could not bear it, and could only retreat quickly, rushing back behind Auston and the others.

The Eight Great Factions and the Backing King immediately chased after them, and Lin Baotou didn't reply: "Stop!" ”

Lin Bao's shocking debut did have a great deterrent effect, and with the response of the backer king and others, the group also slowed down and stopped chasing and killing.

Yu Xuan and the others glanced at each other, and the nine masters were also vigilant as the masked man slowly retreated. The masked man ignored them at all, and had no intention of doing anything to them.

Lin Bao also ignored the retreating blood clan behind him, and didn't even turn his head, a group of blood clans passed by him through automatic diversion to avoid, and no one dared to make a sudden move or sneak attack or anything like that. In addition, many blood clans were shocked one by one after officially seeing the masked man's face, especially Clark, whose eyes were wide open, and his jaw was even a little trembling.

A corpse was left on the battlefield, and the two groups of combatants were instantly separated to each other.

In fact, the situation is already very clear, and the strong appearance of the masked man and Lin Bao has already doomed the direction of the battle, and these two people are the key to the real victory. Whoever loses, the side loses, because neither side can stop one of the two.

Lin Bao and Old Clark still looked at each other, and Auston and Balk took the lead to walk to the latter's side and knelt down on one knee to greet him: "King! ”

The subordinates brought by the two also knelt down, and the entire demon party knelt down. The people on Camarilla's side looked at each other for a while, and Prince Alexander knelt down first. The others also knelt down and shouted in unison, "King! ”

There were only three people standing on the Bloodline's side, Clark, Julia, and Blaise.

Blaise looked at the man who made this blood clan bow down and call him 'king' with a look of disbelief, he had not seen old Clark, but he had seen old Clark's portraits in Clark's house from various periods, and he was indeed very similar to this man.

Blaise was loyal to Clark, and Clark didn't kneel, even if he was terrified, he still didn't kneel.

Julia was also shocked. She herself had never seen her great-grandfather, but like Blaitze, she had seen portraits. Wasn't my great-grandfather in captivity? How did it end up here? She looked at her grandfather.

Clark looked around at the kneeling Blood, the leader of the Bloodline, the Prince of the Bloodline. Both the Demon Party and Camarilla knelt down to meet the king, this was the scene he dreamed of, but he did not have such prestige, nor did he have such strength, these people still only recognized one person, their father.

He naturally recognized this person as his father, but he appeared so suddenly. He was a little surprised, hadn't his father been imprisoned all along?

He naturally knew what this meant, and the appearance of his father meant that all the rights he enjoyed in the blood clan were deprived in an instant.

Old Clark tilted his head slowly, staring indifferently at his son. There is not the slightest superfluous emotion, only endless indifference.

Clark immediately felt the aggressive pressure, quickly got down on one knee, bowed his head and said, "Father! ”

He knelt down. Julia and Blaise also knelt down and bowed their heads.

In the eyes of the people in the Huaxia martial arts on the other side, they were somewhat shocked. From the salutation of the blood clan, I understood that this person was actually the king of the blood clan, no wonder he was so powerful. At the same time, it was somewhat strange that Clark looked so old that he had called a middle-aged man his father.

Seventeen people including the king of the backer lined up behind Lin Bao, each carrying a weapon, and each of them was covered with blood. The people of the Eight Great Sects were behind them.

Lin Zixian, who was mixed in it, saw that after the scene in front of him, there were many questions, this person was Clark's father? Didn't the old man say that he was imprisoned in his hands? So will it appear here?

Lin Zixian immediately walked through the crowd and wanted to ask the old man what was going on. Who knew that Sun Erniang stretched out her hand, grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"I ......" Lin Zixian wanted to say something, but Sun Erniang rewarded him with a popping chestnut on his forehead and told him to shut up.

That situation is like a mother pulling her disobedient son back, and the people in the eight major factions know it, this kid really knows these people, and there are so many bulls to support him, no wonder he dared to be bullish before.

Lin Zi looked back at her in confusion, and Sun Erniang shook his head at him and motioned for him not to come closer.

The reason is very simple, because Lin Bao's state at this time has been improved to the peak, and his spirit is flawlessly condensed, and what will be held next is a peak duel, a-for-tat duel, and Lin Zi can't be allowed to run over and talk nonsense to mess up Lin Bao's state.

Old Clark, who was holding a Zen staff and looking at Lin Bao, raised his hand slightly, and his royal demeanor was undoubtedly revealed, and Auston and Balk immediately stood up and stepped back, and the others also stood up and stepped back.

Sun Erniang took Lin Zixian's arm and stepped back, the seventeen people lined up began to retreat, and the people who pressed the eight major factions also retreated, and both sides were vacating the battlefield for the two opposing people.

The final battle that will decide the outcome is coming, Lin Bao is defeated, and the opposing camp will immediately counterattack and take advantage of the victory. And if Clark Sr. loses, the same will happen here. Therefore, this peak duel is related to the fate of everyone present.

The Eight Great Sects had seen the bravery of the King of the Blood Clan, and they were a little nervous. The blood clan's side also saw Lin Bao's unstoppability, and they were also a little nervous.

"I have endured a thousand times more today." Old Clark spoke up, fluent in Chinese, and gritted his teeth with resentment in his tone.

Lin Bao, who was standing with his sword, replied lightly: "Temporary escape is nothing, you are destined to be a prisoner of my White Lotus Sect, you can be imprisoned one hundred and fifty years ago, and your fate cannot be changed one hundred and fifty years later, obediently go back with me, return to the cage where you are imprisoned, I can spare you from death!" ”

The people of the Eight Great Sects looked at each other when they heard this, and they could be said to be shocked, this King of the Blood Clan turned out to be a prisoner of the White Lotus Sect? One hundred and fifty years ago? At that time, it was obviously not Lin Xiaoyao's age that could do it. Could it be that a hundred and fifty years ago, the predecessor of the White Lotus Sect imprisoned this King of the Blood Clan?

The people of the Eight Great Sects were immediately relieved, Lin Xiaoyao was just one of the eight protectors of the White Lotus Sect with such skills, and according to the former establishment of the White Lotus Sect, there were left and right envoys on it, and there was a mysterious sect leader, so it was not surprising that he had this strength.

As soon as they thought of this, the eight major factions all took a breath of cool air, not knowing how deep the strength of this White Lotus Sect was.

Only Shi Yuehua's bright eyes flashed, and his gaze swept over the seventeen people behind Lin Bao. Thinking about the positions of these people in the White Lotus Sect, the sect leader is personally recruited, and the status of these people must not be low.

Old Clark laughed and said, "Just you? Even if your master Dugu is reborn in the air, it is not certain who will kill the deer. Listening to the meaning of this, it seems that his strength has surpassed that of the year.

Lin Bao said indifferently: "You don't want to go back with me obediently." Don't blame me for being ruthless! ”

Old Clark pulled his staff in his hand and waved his fingers, "I won't be too ruthless, I will spare your master and apprentice's life, as for the others... No one wants to leave alive! ”

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly said that he made a move, and the Zen staff in his hand suddenly swept the ground. A deep pit was blown into the ground, and the momentum was amazing. Stirring up a piece of dirt and flying stones, carrying weeds to cover Lin Bao. And he himself broke away from the spot in an instant, chasing after the flying sand and rocks and rushing out. Wave your staff again.

The people watching the battle behind Lin Bao were slightly startled, and the flying sand and rocks that came from the frenzy were chaotic, and they couldn't see the other party's figure clearly.

"Lawlessness, sword infinity!" Lin Bao's sonorous drink suddenly sounded. The spirit condensed was shocking, and the crisp sound of a dragon's groan out of its sheath echoed.

Lin Bao's figure had disappeared in place. I could see a phantom with a cold light, rushing and jumping into the flying sand and rocks.

In the flying sand and rocks that landed with a bang, two figures were intertwined in the flying dust, with a crisp sound of 'clanging' and two 'bang' sounds.

As soon as the two touched each other, they fell to the ground, the dust slowly fell, and the two clearly appeared on the ground.

Lin Bao waved his sword and pointed obliquely at the ground, staring coldly at the person opposite, standing proudly. The murderous sword in his hand that did not touch the blood finally revealed its true face in the moonlight, the cold light gathered but did not disperse, converged on the sword body, clear and forested, ancient and clumsy, and knew at a glance that it was not ordinary.

Old Clark had two clear footprints on his chest, which were not important to him, but he looked at the Zen staff in each hand, the cut section smooth.

He knew best what was going on just now, and he raised his staff with both hands to block it, but such a thick stainless steel Zen staff was cut off by someone else's sword, and he was caught off guard, and almost didn't cut off his head, but fortunately his reaction was fast.

There was a burst of excitement on the side of the eight major factions, and the side of the blood clan looked at each other.

Old Clark looked at the sword in Lin Bao's hand and pointed diagonally at the ground, and said with a smile: "Good sword!" Belong to me ......"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Bao was already a human sword in unison, flashed, and the cold light sent out a touching blow. People are fast, swords are faster, and people are excited to see it.

In a burst of laughter, old Clark disappeared in an instant with a string of phantoms.

Lin Bao's sword missed, and he immediately held his sword and looked around. I saw that the overlapping figures of the old Clark had formed a circle around him, making it impossible to tell which one was the real one.

The speed was so fast that the people watching the battle on the side of the eight major factions were shocked, and the blood clan side was even more dazzling.

The phantom of Old Clark, who spun in circles, flickered near and far, apparently tentatively looking for an opportunity to attack.

Lin guarded the sword in place, unmoved, and when he responded to all changes unchanged, he suddenly snorted coldly, and Huo Ran shot into the air and sold a flaw.

The rapidly rotating figures below really seized the opportunity to attack quickly, and the countless figures turned into four in an instant, shooting into the air from four directions.

"Lawlessness, sword infinity!" Lin Bao shouted angrily, Haoyue was in the air, one sword and four styles, and four cold lights burst in four directions.