"What?!"

Liszt's face couldn't help but change wildly, he didn't expect the other party's speed to be so fast, he couldn't help but feel like a dead soul, turned around and fled.

"Damn bastard, where else do you want to run away?"

Viscount Steve was already impatient, a red light flashed in his eyes, and his body turned into an afterimage to kill him, and a pair of claws as sharp as steel knives cut out the shadow of the claws in the sky, covering Liszt.

"Not good!"

Lister suddenly felt that he was enveloped and locked by a terrifying murderous aura, and he couldn't escape at all.

Instinctively raise your hand and want to shoot.

But as soon as his arm was raised, he felt a shock in his palm, and the demon hunting pistol in his hand had been beaten into scrap by Steve's claw.

Then countless claw shadows roared down towards him with a fierce energy that could cut through gold and jade, as if they were going to tear him to pieces in the next moment.

"Damn, I'm fighting with you!"

Seeing that he could no longer escape, Liszt threw away his pistol with a roar, and his whole strength was frantically urging.

A pair of white palms instantly turned iron blue, like zombies. The nails also grew exponentially, and the half-foot-long nails were as sharp as knives, reflecting a metallic cold light in the moonlight.

Then the claws danced wildly, and also swung the shadow of the claws in the sky, and struck at Viscount Steve.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, the two figures bombarded each other frantically under the night sky, drawing a sky full of afterimages, and in the blink of an eye, they collided and fought hundreds of times.

Then a black shadow spurted out a mouthful of blood, and smashed down on the ground like a cannonball, marking a deep ditch more than ten meters long in the street, and half of his body was trapped in this deep trench.

"Liszt, you damn bastard, I see where you're running this time!"

Viscount Steve's figure flashed, and he also fell to the ground, looking at Liszt, who was in the ditch with a pale face, with a playful and hideous smile on his face.

"I said I'd tear you shitty bastard, my noble Viscount Steve always did what he said. ”

After saying that, his body shook like a gust of wind and rushed to Liszt, and a pair of sharp claws slammed down at his mouth and nose.

"Damn Steve, even if I die, I won't make you feel better!"

Liszt roared wildly, and a blood-colored light burst out on his body, as if he had triggered some forbidden spell.

The next moment, the aura on his body skyrocketed, and the bullets shot up from his body, and the Jedi counterattacked.

"It's just a pointless struggle. ”

A sneering smile appeared on Viscount Steve's face.

He was no match for him when he was intact, and now that he was seriously injured first, how much more storm can he make?

The huge gap between the upper and lower blood clans, between the pure-blood nobles and the half-blood hybrids, is not something that can be made up by simple hard work.

"Really?"

A flash of madness flashed in Liszt's eyes.

Two pale black flames suddenly burst out of thin air in the heart of his claws, and then quickly enveloped the entire claw, blasting out towards Viscount Steve along with the sharp claw shadows.

"Hellfire?

Viscount Steve's face couldn't help but change wildly, and he hurriedly tried to stop the momentum and retreat to dodge.

It's just that at this time, the distance between the two is already within reach, and it's too late to retreat.

Almost at the same time that Steve stopped his momentum and dodged to the side, Liszt's black-fiery claws suddenly skyrocketed in speed and slammed into Viscount Steve's body first.

"Damn bastard—"

Viscount Steve howled wildly, and a pair of sharp claws struck out with all his strength, slamming into Liszt's body.

Poor Lister suddenly howled, and his body flew out like a cannonball.

In one breath, he flew dozens of meters away before falling to the ground like a dead dog, and blood spurted out one after another, like boiled water that didn't need money.

A pair of bat wings behind him also contracted automatically, and the whole person curled up like a boiled prawn.

Those who are familiar with the habits of the blood clan can see at a glance that this is obviously too seriously injured and can no longer maintain the combat form.

But Viscount Steve wasn't much better.

"Lord Satan, how could you bestow your divine fire on this damned half-blood bastard?

Viscount Steve covered the wound on his shoulder with his hand, spat out a mouthful of black blood with a "wow", and muttered to himself with a pale face.

He couldn't figure out how Liszt, an inferior half-blood bastard, could drive hellfire.

You must know that this legendary forbidden flame originating from hell is famous even in the entire dark world.

Although this power is dark, there are very few people in the dark camp who can touch and master this power, and all of them are the brightest geniuses in the dark world at that time.

As long as they didn't fall early, they almost all became the top powerhouses in the dark world in the end.

Liszt was nothing more than a small baron, a lowly half-breed mongrel.

How could He De be able to obtain the favor of such a forbidden power that even he could not reach?

Originally, with the huge gap between the viscount and the baron, even if ten Liszt were tied together, they were no match for him.

He should have no trouble killing the other party.

But because of the power of hellfire, Liszt was able to hit him, a noble pure-blood viscount, as a mere half-blood baron!

This shows the horror of this power.

Fortunately, Liszt doesn't seem to have mastered the power of hellfire, only the power of one blow, otherwise it is really impossible to kill him.

After the fear, a strong greed couldn't help but swell up in his heart.

"Liszt, tell me how you mastered the fire of hell. ”

Viscount Steve appeared in front of Liszt in a flash, and asked with a hint of eagerness in his coldness.

"Tell me how you lowly bastard have mastered the forbidden power of hellfire. Just tell me, for my poor sister's sake, I can't spare you bastard. ”

He didn't believe that Liszt, an inferior half-blood bastard, could have a talent that rivaled the best geniuses of the Dark World.

There must be some unknown method or shortcut to master the power of hellfire.

If he can also get this method or a shortcut, with the talent of his pure-blood nobleman, the final strength he will only gain will be stronger than that of Liszt, a half-blood bastard!

"Hahaha, Steve, don't you think it's ironic that you still have the face to mention my mother?"

Liszt burst out laughing, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were full of mockery and madness: "Do you want to know? But I just won't tell you, if you have the ability, you will kill me! I would rather take this secret to hell than tell you this garbage." ”

"Damn bastard, I'm going to make your life worse than death!"

Steve's eyes flashed fiercely, and he was about to strike again.

That's when —

A slight sound of "snort" suddenly sounded in the air.

A pale silver sword aura came out of nowhere and invaded his back.