The Earl of Fulaimei is not tall, only about one meter seven or eight, slightly shorter than Dongfang Yu. But under the tie wrap of a handmade dress, it looks extremely noble and graceful.

Dongfang Yu deliberately found the camouflage training uniform he used to wear, which was no longer bright, more colorful, soft and close-fitting, as if he had returned to his previous life of sweating like rain.

The star on his shoulder was enough to make everyone who came from a certain country today in awe, because in their country, generals were as rare as the giant pandas of Huaguo.

Earl Fulaimei nodded slightly, as if he felt that the other party's identity was worthy of his earl title.

In an instant, Earl Fumei was in a trance, and he seemed to see Dongfang Yu's eyes also glowing red. He couldn't believe it, could it be that he was also a blood clan?

"Young man, it is enviable that you have such achievements in the prime of life, but after all, your strength is still limited to the mundane, and you have not reached the divine realm. Rather than offending the noble Protoss, why not give it up?"

Dongfang Yu smiled and said calmly: "If you can cultivate to this extent on the earth, I admit that you are a genius of the world." But we Orientals believe that there is a strange and righteous way, and we firmly believe that no matter how treacherous the strange way is, it is impossible to go to the front of the right way. Why don't we give it a try? ”

"Try it?" said Count Flamé, laughing hoarsely, and turning his cane to his left, "you have great courage. ”

The words were still in his ears, and a remnant image was pulled out by the breeze, and suddenly appeared in front of Dongfang Yu at an almost teleportation speed.

Against the backdrop of exclamations outside the field, the two intersected their palms.

Dongfang Yu felt a strong force crashing into him, his feet lying on the ground, and he suddenly slid back nearly a hundred meters.

It's amazing.

According to Dongfang Yu's rough research, vampires have three major stunts, one is extreme speed, the second is great strength, and the third is illusion.

Having appreciated the first two in one fell swoop just now was indeed beyond Dongfang Yu's expectations.

Because he was afraid that if he touched the earth's Heavenly Dao rules, Dongfang Yu did not dare to really exert his skills to the peak of Jindan, but suppressed it in the late stage of Jindan. In the realm, now the two are exactly the same.

A certain countryman collectively cheered, and they saw it clearly, the blow just now, the Earl of the United States had the advantage. Dongfang Yu was like being hit by a train, and he couldn't hold on to each other at all.

However, the Earl of Fulamei, who had only taken four or five steps back, was as stunned as if he had seen a ghost.

That's a level of power with him, there's no doubt about it. But why can't you see it at all?

He thrust his cane into the ground, twisted his body and stepped forward, raised his palms flat, and pressed towards Dongfang Yu.

Dongfang Yu shouted, did not retreat but advanced, and carried it with the flow, his palms shook like a rhyme, and when he came into contact with Fu Laimei, he actually sent out six palms.

He didn't dare to stack more palm power, six times the palm power was enough.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Dongfang Yu flew backwards, but Fu Laimei unloaded the force through rapid rotation, and the two settled. Fu Laimei finally showed a solemn expression.

In the second collision, the two sides were still evenly matched. Flamée felt like she was hitting a rotating grinding wheel, not at a fixed point. This is a superb boxing technique, and it is this boxing technique that makes up for the lack of strength of the opponent.

"Come!"

The Earl of Breeze shouted reverently and madly.

Suddenly, Dongfang Yu felt a cold aura permeate from Fu Laimei's body, sweeping over his body, piercing cold. In particular, my throat was stinging like a knife.

Are you going to unleash the Bloodline's unique attacks?

Dongfang Yu still has a certain interest in this ancient magic skill of the West, and today I want to see him perform it to his heart's content.

Suddenly, Earl Fumei's eyes turned scarlet, and the red light burst out, and under the light of the field lights, he pulled out a red thread.

Looking at his hands again, the nails are growing rapidly, not exaggerated, only inches long, shining with a cold light, and there is a faint dark red light.

Dongfang Yu's heart moved, and the immortal yuan power, the people's wish power, and the power of the divine soul in his body began to weave, and the strings of the glazed glass gushed out eleven seas, and in the blink of an eye, a crystal bright divine bone had been constructed.

The power of the glass continued to stretch in the body, forming an invisible but dense membrane on the surface of the body, which continued to gush out from the ten fingers of both hands, and ten transparent armors also grew.

A cloud of blood shadow shook suddenly, ignoring the distance of more than twenty meters between the two, and appeared directly in front of Dongfang Yu.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

This time, it was a continuous bombardment.

With a loud bang, the half-foot-thick wooden floor continued to shatter around them, like a dragon about to rush out of the ground.

Under their feet, the concrete floor exploded into a deep pit, countless gravel and wood chips blasted in all directions, and the players watching the battle on both sides used various ways to resist and dodge.

The people looked horrified, not to mention fighting them, it was not easy to avoid the aftermath of their battle. Many people finally bitterly admit that they are not on the same level as them at all.

After the third collision, people were shocked to find that Dongfang Yu had almost no special changes, at most there was some mud on the camouflage uniform.

The Earl of Whisk was noticeably different, as it seemed that after he unleashed his strongest attack, the situation turned in one fell swoop. Now, blood was pouring from the corners of his mouth.

It didn't look like blood, some of it was black, as if it were bruising.

The corners of his eyes seemed to be cracked, but the blood that flowed from them was bright red.

His face turned hideous.

Dongfang Yu used the back of his left hand to flick off the debris on his body at will, looked at him with some playfulness, and teased: "Your Excellency didn't vomit your own blood, right?"

This voice spread very clearly throughout the entire "workshop" and entered everyone's ears word for word.

Some people panicked.

A lot of people start to think.

They seemed to be trying to remember some old legend, trying to remember what it was that had red pupils and sharp claws.

At this moment, Count Whisk revealed a third flaw in his body.

He grinned, revealing two sharp canine teeth.

"Against the Protoss, it never ends well. Since you are determined to go your own way, then accept the judgment of the Protoss. ”

After that, Earl Fulaimei suddenly spit out a strange spell, and his eyes suddenly shot out a substantial light, like two murderous lamps shining directly at Dongfang Yu.

Dongfang Yu only came and heard a sharp exclamation around him, and suddenly entered a blood-colored world.

To be precise, this is a desert with many mountain peaks.

The sky was blood-red, and it was raining blood, but those blood rains evaporated in mid-air, turning into a bloody mist, and it was bloody.

The ground was gravel like drops of blood. The bright red mountain was covered with red trees, and the leaves seemed to be smeared on the walls, blackened with bruises.

Ugly lizards scurry across the desert. Countless naked people are hungry and bone-chested, but their bodies are constantly bleeding blood. They raised their hands and sang horrible and eerie songs.

Suddenly, someone spotted Dongfang Yu, who had just arrived.

With a howl, the people with red eyes opened their mouths wide, showed their canine teeth, and rushed towards Dongfang Yu frantically.