Shout~

Bang bang bang!

Dense bullets rained down on the distant walls, shattering the solid stone surface into holes of various sizes, and a black figure roared and leaped from the top of the stone wall, and the figure flashed into the ranks. But as soon as his hands were raised, several strands of silver light bounced up from his fingertips, like a long-time slaughtered butcher wielding his butcher's knife, and the blood that flew out was accompanied by a miserable scream that instantly filled the entire passage.

The speed and strength of the comer were so fast and ruthless that in just a few tens of seconds, the elite team of the Blood Clan in front of them was slaughtered in a hurry, and by the time his companions arrived a few minutes later, the entire field was already empty, leaving behind the terrible remains of severed limbs all over the ground, and a guy lying in the corner of the wall dying.

"What about the enemy?" A Blood Clan warrior who had arrived first ran up to him, lowered his head and leaned over to ask.

"Towards ...... Ran that way. The man raised his right arm tremblingly and pointed in a distant direction.

"Okay, rest in peace." The warrior stood up, swept around with his gun raised, and walked in that direction vigilantly.

As soon as he raised his legs, there was another sound of footsteps from far and near, and the second Blood Clan warrior came from a distance, looked up and glanced up, and then froze on the spot, obviously startled by the scene in front of him.

"What's going on!?" He hurriedly asked out loud.

"The enemy is heading in the direction of the elders." The first fighter said.

"Then hurry up and chase it." He shouted as he turned around and rushed in the opposite direction.

Suddenly......

"Fish that slipped through the net!" The first soldier let out a loud shout, the muzzle of the gun turned, and sparks burst out, a tidal wave of bullets shooting into a corner in the shadow on the left.

"Ah!!h A terrible howl came from the corner, and a big black wolf covered in blood staggered out of the shadows, and in a leap he climbed the wall with both hands, and without saying a word, he was about to flee the shooting range.

"Did you run?" In an instant, the black shadow flashed, but it was the second warrior who flew up from the side and kicked the werewolf's waist hard, kicking him several times with great force, and his body fell to the ground with a howl.

"you, brute." Retracting his right foot, the warrior strode forward cursingly, lifting the butt of his rifle and slamming it the bridge of the werewolf's nose.

With a click, the werewolf groaned and trembled, and a large stream of blood suddenly spurted out of its mouth.

The warrior roared and slammed it a few times, until the blood splattered everywhere, and the sound of bones shattering was full of ears, and when he stopped his hand and looked again, the monster under his feet had changed from the original long hair back to a thin middle-aged man, except for the shaking of his hands from time to time and the slight flash of light in his eyes, there was hardly any trace of life.

"It's painful, isn't it? Come, I'll send you to hell! Seeing that the remaining eyes of the other man were still staring at him viciously, the warrior laughed instead of anger, raised his hand and put the head of the gun against his jaw, and then shot him in the head.

Suddenly, the werewolf's eyes suddenly turned to look behind him, and a very strange expression seemed to appear in his direct gaze.

"Huh?" The warrior frowned, and turned his head to look behind him in confusion.

The next moment, his gaze suddenly focused on a swarthy muzzle, one that was right in the center of his eyebrows.

Boom!

A thick stream of blood sprayed out, as if it had knocked over a five-flavor bottle, and the pile of red and yellow was instantly scattered on the ground.

"Don't talk so much nonsense until you kill next time." Ji Qiu pressed his sunglasses, leaned over and took out a few magazines from the corpse, then looked at the dying werewolf, and sent him to the western sky with the same shot.

Glancing around at the surrounding terrain, Ji Qiu did not hesitate, turned around and quickly ran in the direction where the warrior had turned around just now.

From just now to now, he has been walking around this place for more than ten minutes. Even if it was known that the Elder Detachment led by Victor was somewhere near here, it would be very time-consuming to fix a path in this labyrinth of sewer facilities without an exact direction.

During this time, he also met two or three other vampire warriors, but unfortunately they were all a cleaning team of four or five people, even if they got closer, they didn't give him any chance to start alone, and after working together to solve one or two werewolves, Ji Qiu simply found a chance to quietly break away, planning to search along the pipeline to find traces of the team, but he didn't expect to encounter such a situation not long after he left.

The guy who was lying on the ground and was about to die just now was actually pointing to another unrelated road, but after the second warrior arrived alone, Ji Qiu tried to trick him, and he easily got in the direction where Victor was.

As the footsteps progressed, the light in front of him gradually softened and brightened, and the passages on both sides became more and more open, different from the fragments and dilapidation in the rear, although the facilities in the middle of this underground building were a little old, but obviously carefully built, not only the environment and smell were improved, but some modern daily necessities also appeared in Ji Qiu's eyes.

If you remove the messy pile of corpses on the ground, this is undoubtedly a very habitable area.

Ji Qiu stood in front of a corpse whose upper body was torn in half and observed, and through the dense scratches and large areas of bullet casings, it could be inferred that Victor's group had obviously encountered stubborn resistance when they came here, and at least ten or more werewolves launched a surprise attack to cause them heavy losses, but they still could not stop their attack.

The corpses of the two clans had fallen to the ground and were so mixed that they couldn't be distinguished, and Ji Qiu didn't bother to pay attention to it, he only knew that the more people died on the blood clan's side, the more beneficial it would be for him.

Walking quickly on the blood for a while, the sound of a human being came from the front again, Ji Qiu quickly hidden, looked at the surrounding environment, and then grabbed a ventilation pipe above the wall with both hands, shrunk down and got in.

With a clatter, the old pipe sank a little bit in an instant, but it could barely be maintained with the support of the steel bar, and Ji Qiu began to crawl in the direction of the sound along a fork in the road.

The smell of mold came from all sides, it seemed to be a vent, and he quickly crawled a short distance with his neck bent, and Ji Qiu crawled out of a gap along the steel bar, and quietly came to a small platform at the top of the wall.

A man's shouts were constantly sounding from below, speaking freely as if arguing about something, quietly poking his head out to look, and then Ji Qiu found his target.

Seven or eight meters away from him, three Blood Clan warriors in black trench coats were standing a little farther away with their guns raised, and a curly-haired woman dressed in a leotard was half-kneeling on the ground, and in her arms was a young man with a dirty face and a convulsive body, and a trace of blood was flowing down a tooth mark on his neck.

To the left of the group were two men who were equally richly dressed and graceful, except that one of them was standing and the other was on his knees.

The standing hand held a long sword, resting on the neck of the kneeling fellow.

Ji Qiu's eyes were immediately attracted by the guy who was standing.

A lilac close-fitting robe, like the golden stroke pattern of the family emblem of the Middle Ages, the palm extending between the cuffs is slender and slender, and although the fingertips are holding a sharp weapon, his movements seem to be meticulously holding the jade hand of a wonderful person.

Even standing in a dim underground tunnel, this guy still exudes an inexplicable and elegant temperament, this temperament is so noble and calm, from a light movement between his tail fingers, his footsteps unconsciously move at a time, as if they are telling others: he and the group of moth-like creatures around him are not at the same level of existence at all.

Victor, one of the three elders of the Blood Clan, Ji Qiu sniffed out his identity from this disgusting aura almost at first glance.

The man in front of Victor fell to his knees, his movements were full of respect and humility, like a nun listening to God's will, his eyes were wandering, the corners of his mouth were slightly open, and the two sharp fangs in his mouth were unconsciously exposed, looking at his expression, as if he was asking for something.

"Enough!" As if he had had enough of this guy's chatter, Victor suddenly interrupted him with a loud shout, and then stared at him with a gloomy face, "My child, you are so good, how much I am reluctant...... But...... For us, traitors! Damn it!! ”

Before the words fell, the man's expression changed suddenly, but before he could speak, a silver light had crossed his eyes, followed by infinite darkness.

Victor's right arm was raised lightly, but he saw a flash of sword light within half a meter in front of him, as if a silver crescent moon suddenly lit up, and then disappeared suddenly, the round dance crossed, the lips did not fall, and the head was broken.

The sword was stained with blood and dripping dust, and the bright red liquid swung along the blade, spilling an extremely delicate and elegant circular arc on the ground, showing Victor's almost astonishing power control.

The man's head fell to the ground smoothly in the next moment, blood gushed from his neck, shooting out a distance of nearly two meters, and the body shook and fell backwards to the ground.

Is it sword sharpness, or is it skill?

Ji Qiu couldn't see clearly, but he knew that this guy in front of him was not easy to deal with, very difficult to deal with.

Just when Ji Qiu was surprised, the woman on the other side seemed to get some signal, her feet suddenly kicked the ground, her body jumped up suddenly, and she suddenly put her two thighs on the neck of a warrior behind her.

There was a crisp click, the warrior rolled his eyes, and his whole body collapsed directly.

The woman grabbed the submachine gun in his hand, and in an instant pointed the head of another person next to him with a skillful movement.

No one seemed to think that she would attack at this point, and the guy who was being targeted at the muzzle had already been shot in the head before he even reacted to what was happening.

The last remaining man seemed to finally understand something, and with a quick lift of his hands, he raised his gun and fired.

The woman didn't look at it, and one of them fell to the ground, and then her body rose violently, and her hind feet kicked up, kicking him in the jaw with a bang.

A short knife poked out from the tip of the woman's shoe, and with a slight slash, the last guy was instantly killed by her.

The scene changed so quickly that even Ji Qiu's nerve speed almost didn't react, less than two seconds had passed since Victor swung his sword, and most of the guys who were originally standing died in the blink of an eye, and now there were only the two of them left in the field.

"Are you going to betray me...... Child? Victor turned to look at the woman, his voice was soft, with an unhurried tone, but Ji Qiu could detect the trace of anger suppressed behind his voice.

Golden opportunity!

Sensing the target's mood fluctuations, coupled with the fact that the rest of the people were all dead, Ji Qiu instantly made up his mind, raised the muzzle of the gun, opened and closed his eyes, and shot straight at Victor's head with three point shots.

With two bangs, the bullet blew up more than a foot of dust on the ground, and Ji Qiu only felt a black shadow flash in front of him, and then Victor disappeared from sight.

Disappear...... No, on the left!

Suddenly, the gun was raised, only to hear a sneer, and the dazzling silver light instantly pierced, obliquely piercing the lumbar vertebrae.

With a bow of his legs, Ji Qiu's figure bounced up suddenly, turned over and used the knife face on his back to block the abdominal piercing blow, and the whole person jumped out of the situation, and fell to the ground in a spin.

The right hand stretched out his back and grabbed it, and there was a crisp sound of tearing, and the big knife weighing dozens of kilograms fell into his hand, Ji Qiu's nerves tensed instantly, and he looked up and stared at Victor who was standing above the stone wall.

Victor stood on one foot, his face indifferent, his right arm raised, and a submachine gun was hung precisely from the tip of the sword through the trigger, constantly flicking in his hand like a toy.