The patriarch is very strong, and on the premise that he has already banned special items, he uses his body to defeat Tangyuan and Shirley.

You must know that the two generals under Kemeng's command are more than two hundred level monsters (they eat grade fish on the pile intermittently).

As for the blood patriarch himself, he should have relied on the accumulation of all blood resources for decades, and slowly piled up to the point where he is today.

"How about sitting down and talking?"

Having drunk the blood of a fellow clansman, the patriarch was confident in his strength at the moment.

But having strength does not mean being blindly arrogant, the man in front of him has two such powerful subordinates and pets, then he himself must have something terrifying.

For example, zero-level items and the like.

The patriarch of the blood clan knows the horror of zero-level items, especially attack props, you only need to launch an item attack to destroy it, and there is no room for operation, which is the strategic significance brought by zero-level items, and there are currently no protective props that can resist the attack of zero-level items.

The patriarch didn't know if Kemeng had that kind of invincible props, but if he dared to kill the core gathering place of the blood clan alone, he must be someone with two brushes.

"How?"

Kemeng remained silent, thinking in his heart whether the pear blossom rainstorm needle of the rice balls could penetrate the other party's body.

Tangyuan's Pear Blossom Rainstorm Needle is its ultimate skill as an elite monster, and its power is completely different, and it is ultimately powerful according to its level and its own attributes.

"Tell me what you're here for." Seeing that Kemeng still had room to talk, the patriarch relaxed his attitude slightly.

The patriarch did not completely relax, the muscles on his body were tense, the red blood vessels were still prominent, and there was red light flowing on the surface of the skin.

"Where did you just come in?" Kemon asked another question.

Kemeng was too calm, which made the patriarch of the blood clan unsure of Kemeng's strength level, and felt more and more that Kemeng might be holding a zero-level item.

"Of course it's my space, the bar is only a part of the place, not the whole story." The patriarch stood in place, feeling that it was not dignified for the two of them to stand and chat like wood, and said, "Let's sit down and talk slowly, if there is any misunderstanding, we can discuss." ”

It was at this moment that there was a rumbling sound from the other side of the wall.

When the blood clan patriarch heard the movement, it was the voice of the tangyuan.

He sprang to his feet, stepping out of the pit with two footprints, and the rift spread in all directions.

The target of the blood clan patriarch's impact was Kemon himself.

And Tang Yuan rushed out of the wall, stepped on the entire wall with his own force, instantly rushed out of the wall pit, and turned his head to pounce on the blood clan patriarch, extremely fast, breaking through the sound barrier.

The moment the enemy flew over, Kemon also quickly raised his fist and blasted at the enemy.

Kemon was fast, but as soon as he met the Blood Clan Patriarch who broke through the speed of sound, he was as slow as a snail.

But there is a premise here, whether the enemy's nervous reaction speed can adapt to this extreme speed.

Nothing has the extreme speed bestowed by extraordinary power, but there is no matching nerve reaction speed, and that is useless.

In an instant, the two fists did not collide, but they both hit each other.

The Blood Clan Patriarch hit Kemon on the right side of the cheek with a punch, and Kemon's fist hit the opponent's chest.

The blood clan patriarch couldn't believe it, was this really a human being, and he dared to use his body to resist his fists?

Before the patriarch made a move, he had already sensed with his own spirituality that Kemeng was a human body that exuded an extremely delicious human body from top to bottom, and even if the blood on Kemeng's body did not flow out, the smell made him intoxicated.

There is no doubt that this is the smell of humanity, but from the feedback of the fist, we know that the patriarch's fist did not shatter the opponent's bones, but instead hit the steel body.

There was a loud bang, and the two flew upside down against each other.

Kemon slammed into the wall, and darkness engulfed him.

On the other side, the Patriarch of the Blood Clan, like a kite with a broken string, flew half backwards and collided with the rushing dog.

Boom, a man and a dog smashed into the wall together, and the direction was exactly the side of the door of the bar, and Tang Yuan and it both rushed out of the bar.

As for the edge of the blood pool where Kemon had been standing before, the terrain had already collapsed, and a huge shock wave swept through the winds in all directions.

Countless blood splattered all over the bar, and the strange sculpture was at the heart of the shockwave, but it didn't move, as if some kind of magical force was blocking the shockwave.

Two seconds later, a hand reached out from the deep pit in the wall, and Kemon emerged from it, covered in a layer of dust and dust.

After a big war, the inside of the bar was completely chaotic, and instead of what a bar should be, it looked like a place of war.

Most of the blood in the pool was gone, and countless blood stained the walls and ground, flowing into a trickle.

However, the sculpture had no scars, much to the surprise of Kémon.

Kemon picked up a tablecloth and covered half of the kerosene lamp so that the light could not reach Kemon.

There was a ring of the Thunderbolt King on his finger, and as soon as his mind moved, countless thunderbolts gushed out.

The high-voltage current instantly twisted into a powerful electric field, and a steel core bullet shot out, and when launched, it was several times the speed of sound, directly blasting into the blood-colored sculpture.

There was a loud bang.

The blue arc flashed and stayed on the retina for a second.

There was a burning smell in the air, and at the same time, a circular shock air flow spread out from Kemon to the sculpture, and all the blood was swept away by the shock wave.

The back of the strange sculpture has an extra pit in the mouth of the mouth, and the cobweb-like crack spreads in all directions.

"Ahh

This is not a sound that a normal person can hear, it is the ultrasound of a bat.

Unlike ordinary bats, the ultrasound emitted by this sculpture has some mysterious power, causing a faint sense of disgust in Kemon's body.

The resistance power inside the body was surging, trying to eliminate the attack of spiritual pollution contained in the ultrasound.

Kemeng resisted the pressure, and then urged the current stored in the ring, a circle of current catastrophic changes, the magnetic field changes instantaneously, and a bullet shoots out, Kemeng uses this characteristic to shoot countless steel-core bullets in just one second.

Boom, boom, thunder echoed through the bar.

The sculpture is screaming, crying, wailing.

The power of the curse spreads through Kemon's body, and Kemon's teeth begin to fall out and sarcomas begin to grow on his skin.

But Kemon knew that these were illusions, ignoring any threat and unswervingly using the super-electromagnetic cannon.

Outside the door.

In a fierce battle with Tang Yuan, he didn't kill Tang Yuan a few times, and Shirley also rushed out to help, which made the blood clan patriarch upset.

It was also a time of fierce fighting, and the Blood Clan Patriarch heard a scream from the other side of the bar, followed by a second scream, one higher than the other, and one more painful.

The patriarch of the blood clan changed his complexion, and the red tendons on his forehead burst out.