Facing the Demon Hunter, as a blood clan's Zhan Long, he didn't take it into account from the beginning. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info he has a high class status in the blood clan, and belongs to a nobleman with a little power. And at this time, he brought his distorted self-esteem and unruly attitude into full play.

"Hmph, I've forgotten what you demon hunters are all about. Zhan Long didn't care about the marks on the claws now, he looked at the strong man Tatar easily and calmly: "But, do you really think that with the sword in your hand, you will have a chance of winning?"

"Try it, you won't know. Tatar raised his big sword and pointed it at Zhan Long and said, "You have the kung fu to play with Lao Tzu, but you are here!"

A hint of coldness flashed in Zhan Long's eyes, he was indeed a little soft in the face of the Demon Hunter's weapon. Because the broad-edged sword in Tatar's hand is not just a sharp weapon for killing. This sword is a creature with elemental powers, which can be used to compete with it and can tear through enemy defenses to suppress it, depending on the strength of the user.

The weapons held by each witcher have different forms, but all of them have the ability to restrain the power of the elements. Because the existence of demon hunters is to hunt monsters, they have to forge a weapon that can destroy monsters.

Among the many races, the Blood Clan is one of the natural races, and it contains quite strong elemental power in itself, so it naturally hates weapons in the hands of demon hunters.

Zhan Long still wanted to wait for the Demon Hunter to be dealt with, then go and occupy the palace, and then dedicate the political center of the empire to Philian himself. However, he felt that it would take some twists and turns to take down the demon hunter in front of him.

"Is there a difference between you witchers and lackeys now?" Zhan Long looked at Tatar's unusual eyes, and thought of a plan in his heart: "If you think about it carefully, humans were and still are, how did they treat you? Why don't you join forces with our clan to attack the human race, and after the matter is done, we will rule this country together, isn't it much better than you living on commissions?"

"The Bloods don't read, do they?" Tatar put his big sword on the ground and yawned before saying, "Two people in one country, right?"

"This is an opportunity, only in this way can you demon hunters really live in this world!" Zhan Long followed and said, "There are not many opportunities like this, and I don't have the patience to continue to accompany you here in the rain, so I want you to tell me the answer now!"

"!" Tatar scolded, "Don't talk nonsense to Lao Tzu, you unpalatable bunch of meat and bones!"

The killing intent in Zhan Long's eyes was full of intent, and he asked patiently, "Are you really not considering my proposal?"

"You blood clan are perverts, all male and female are indistinguishable. Tatar obviously did not intend to accept the "proposal", and said defiantly: "All have a girl's face, don't say it, it's really good-looking......"

"Shut up!"

Zhan Long suddenly raised his hands, only to see countless black energy bullets struck towards Tatar in a chaotic manner. He was bombarding Tatar wave after wave, and he was like a madman at this point.

The sky was still raining, the ground was muddy, and there was a rumbling sound. Zhan Long's indiscriminate bombardment of energy bombs simply stirred up layers of smoke and dust around Tatar.

"Die! Die! Damn the Demon Hunter for me!" Jeron was completely venting his anger on the Tatars at the moment, and he didn't care if the energy bombs that were blasted out of the way would affect his own people. His sudden madness had already stopped the battle between the demon hunters and the blood clans, and they all avoided and took a defensive stance.

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Finally, Zhan Long stopped his attack out of breath, a lot of sweat was already oozing from his forehead, and his eyes were fixed on the direction he was bombing.

"Whew... Phew..."Zhan Long breathed a sigh of relief: "Is it dead?

As soon as he finished speaking, before he could look for the enemy, a red-robed bloodclan flew to his side.

"Zhan Long, are you crazy, do you have such an energy bomb, do you want us to be buried with this group of witchers!"

"Get out!" Zhan Long's ears moved slightly, and he looked back at the person who blamed him with an unusually fierce gaze: "Pointing at me?

"......" The bloodline was a little speechless, and paused before saying, "You, don't forget the task entrusted to us by beating people!"

"Let you go, didn't you hear!" Zhan Long's anger skyrocketed, and Leng Sensen glared at the blood clan: "I am the commander, and you are just an executor who needs to obey me!"

"Don't worry, I'll remember your words!" the Bloodclan sneered, "In the same way, I will report this matter to the Lord truthfully!"

Before the bloodclan could leave, from the smoke that had not yet dissipated, there was a voice that made Zhan Long tremble.

"Yo, your own people are still infighting? You are really a noble family!"

"How... How is that possible!" Zhan Long's eyes widened, and his lips twitched from time to time: "He, he can't still be alive!"

Jaron's surprise continued, but Tatar had already burst out of the cloud of smoke with his serrated greatsword in both hands, and a pale yellow streamer flashed on him.

Zhan Long suddenly realized the danger, and his eyes fell on his companion, who was still surprised. Zhan Long was only one step away from the Bloodline, only to see him quickly stretch out his claws and capture the Bloodline, just in front of him.

"Zhan Long, what are you doing!" The Bloodclan suddenly became overwhelmed, and then could not break free, but shouted, "Quick, let go of me!!"

Like a yellow bolt of lightning, Tatar was about to slash with his sword, and Zhan Long clung clung to his companion's ear: "It seems that you have no chance to speak again." ”

Although Tatar despised Zhan Long's actions in his heart, it did not prevent him from attacking. Because in his eyes, the blood clan has always been a virtuous person, so there is no need to waste time picking out what is good and what is bad.

Zhan Long also calculated the time, and instantly threw the blood clan vigorously, allowing him to block the Tatar's killing blow for himself.

The "innocent" victim eventually became a dead soul under the Tatar sword. The serrated sword split him in two, and he could only turn to ashes with an unwilling look.

Tatar's attack marked the beginning of the final life-and-death battle between him and Jhanlon. I saw him slash Zhan Long diagonally with his backhand sword, Zhan Long quickly retreated and dodged to retract his claws, and quickly condensed a shadow spear in the palm of his hand.

Zhan Long used the spear turned by elemental power as a weapon in his hand, only to hear the sound of ping-pong twice, a burst of sparks flew in all directions, and the two turned into light and shadow to constantly attack each other's soft underbelly, and kept dodging and moving to avoid each other's sharp killing moves.

For a while, you came and went, and it was difficult to distinguish between the top and the bottom......