Chapter 1042 Between Life and Death

It is not difficult for the seven blood lords to take Hughes if they fight to the death, but they will definitely have to pay a price, maybe they will have to take one or two lives to go in, this is also the last thing they want to see, as the saying goes, it is better to die than to live, no one wants to die for a chance to advance, if they really die in battle, they will only cheapen others.

This group of scheming old bats wanted the second generation of purebloods, but they didn't want Dracula Cage to defeat the Holy See, they attacked Hughes while still taking the time to observe the blood big man, and found that this big man was not as powerful as Dracula said, and he couldn't feel any blood breath from him, and even began to secretly suspect that someone was playing tricks.

Xu Qing always guarded the female knight Catherine with a big sword in his hand, not that he had a bad idea of this female knight who looked like Monroe, but that he was really idle, only by this woman's side could a few dark creatures come forward to deliver food, and they could take the opportunity to move their muscles and bones.

The casualties of the Templars under the protection of Hughes and the black-robed priests were not large, and after nearly two hours of fierce fighting, there were only ten dead and wounded, but everyone's physical consumption was extremely high, and the weapons in their hands felt heavier and heavier.

The Seven Great Lords hovering in mid-air glanced at each other, and opened their mouths in vain to let out a scream, the howl was as terrible and graceful as the cry of a night owl, and spread far through the air.

"Watch out, everyone, these old bats are summoning descendants!" Hughes let out a deep sigh, and the spear in his hand pierced out like a silver snake, piercing the chest of a werewolf on the opposite side with unmistakable accuracy, and his arms shook and flew its entire body out.

Squeak - there were bursts of sharp cries in the sky, and the chaos was chaotic, piercing people's eardrums for a while, and when they looked up, they saw dark clouds rolling in the sky, and thousands of huge black bats flew out of the clouds, flocking to everyone from all directions, and when they flew to the scene about ten meters above the ground, they instantly turned into bat-winged blood, holding all kinds of sharp weapons and killing them.

This group of bloods are tall and burly, with hideous and terrifying faces, and their sharp minions can exude a misty light in the dark, all of them exude a fierce momentum, compared to them, those previous bloods are some malnourished dwarfs, these bloods are the real warriors.

The Seven Bloodlords had their own agendas, and they had given orders to attack the descendants hidden in the clouds, in order to take out the Templars before Dracula returned, preferably with the so-called Bloodline Lord, so that there would be a legitimate reason to get paid and not be defeated.

The High Bloods descended from the sky like a group of well-trained warriors, brandishing their weapons to attack the Templars, and the Seven Lords flew over at the right time, entangled Hughes, the most powerful of the Templars, and this was a real nightmare for the Templars who were physically and mentally exhausted.

A blood clan armed with a short knife pounced on Xu Qing, his blood-red eyes flashed with a cold light that made people palpitate, and the blade of the knife turned and stabbed him in the throat, and he didn't hesitate to shoot fiercely.

Xu Qing frowned, the long sword in his hand turned into a slash, and slapped the blood clan's cheek impartially, and a red mark three fingers wide was printed on his miserable white cheek, I don't know if it was stained with the blood of that werewolf.

It stands to reason that the blood clan that attacked Xu Qing would retreat very interestingly after being beaten, but the knife-wielding blood clan in front of him was slapped and fell and immediately got up, the short knife in his hand squeaked and pounced again, and the palm of the knife slammed down and stabbed him in the lower abdomen, but when he stabbed an inch away from his body, it was like an iron plate, no matter how hard he tried, the tip of the knife could not advance even half a point.

"Paralyzed, is there an end?" Xu Qing scolded secretly in his heart, the tip of the knife stabbed by the blood clan had been blocked by the talisman qi, but the angry thing was that the guy in front of him was still working hard, and the posture seemed to have to stab the knife in.

"Get out!" Xu Qing felt a burst of fire in his heart, and with a low snort, he flew up and kicked the blood clan's jaw, kicking it directly out several meters away, making it a rolling gourd than losing its head.

Just kicked one away, and a cold dagger was stretched out on the left and right, all of which were coming towards Xu Qing's armpit, and his eyes swept away It turned out that the other two blood clans had launched a sneak attack, and these two guys were equally ruthless, and they clearly didn't put him in their eyes.

Xu Qing was depressed now, he was thinking about the bloodletting clan, but he didn't expect that now it would be someone who wanted his life, and he didn't know how Dracula arranged it.

"Get out of here!" Xu Qing let out a low snort, the long sword in his right hand blocked a stabbing dagger, and his left elbow smashed directly on the chin of another blood clan, only to hear a crackling sound, the bone on the chin of this cargo must be cracked, and even the jaw was dislocated.

These high-level blood clans are all descendants of the Seven Great Lords, these guys are here to kill, no one will pay attention to any Dracula's orders, they have only one thing to do, kill all the Templars, including Xu Qing, and now if he foolishly adheres to his principles, he will only become the target of more blood clan killings.

"Kill!" The long sword in Catherine's hand beside him pierced into the chest of a tall and mighty blood clan, but the tip of the sword was half an inch away and did not stab the heart at all, this blood clan was also hard, and grabbed the sword body with his backhand without saying a word, and opened his mouth to bite the neck of the female knight, he seemed to be able to feel that the next moment the delicious blood would flow down his mouth into the throat, and then into the stomach, which was a very wonderful feeling.

Catherine jerked her sword back, but the strength of this blood clan was too great, so she rushed forward two steps with her, and was about to snatch it again, when a cool breath suddenly blew behind her neck, it's over! A thought crossed her mind, and if nothing else, the skin on her neck would surely be pierced by fangs.

Laugh at! It was the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the skin, Catherine trembled, and subconsciously closed her eyes, she was tired from the fierce battles, and it was quite difficult to even hold the sword and stab, and it may be a relief to die under the fangs of the blood clan, since she became a Templar, she was destined to have today's fate, what is the difference between sooner or later?

"Fool, what do you think?" A magnetic male voice sounded in her ears, and Catherine felt another air flow on her neck, this time it was hot, and her eyelashes jumped and she opened her eyes, only to see that the black-robed priest was calmly pulling out the long sword from the blood's wide open mouth, and slashed off an ugly head.