There was a dense pounce sound, and the dark blade and blood qi spear pierced the ground at the landing point when Ah Le rushed forward. These viscounts were very skilled in shooting, and they were able to instantly catch Ah Le's forward movement and shoot accurately. Ah Le exerted his strength again, and after jumping out of the first step, he suddenly accelerated when he raised his leg for the second time, and instantly rushed in front of the leader Viscount!

This time, the viscounts misjudged Ah Le's acceleration again, and all the dark blades fell behind him. Holding his saber in his backhand, Ah Le drew an arc from the bottom up, cutting towards a viscount. The viscount was also extremely fast, with a strange scream, he swung the dark blade sideways and pressed down, and with both hands, he blocked Ah Le's saber! His small body burst out with amazing power, which was able to block Ah Le's knife with a huge momentum! But Ah Le had already experienced, and knew that if he pushed flat, he might not be able to push down this pig-like guy, so this knife was swung diagonally upward. The power attached to the knife picked him up and threw him flying behind Ah Le.

This viscount's strength is indeed very great, but he was too careless and not prepared, Ah Le suddenly hit him away, and it was not much different from throwing a big stone. After picking up the Viscount in one fell swoop, Ah Le squeezed through the encirclement of the two viscounts like lightning, and the saber let out a whining low whistle, passing at a speed that was indiscernible to the naked eye, and then his figure disappeared into the vast forest.

The two viscounts shook a few times, and their heads suddenly fell backwards, and their companions saw that the necks of the two viscounts had been cut almost entirely, leaving only a layer of skin attached to their bodies.

Ah Le ran like a wolf, and the special voices of zombies kept sounding in all directions. From the voice, it can be judged that a team of viscounts is walking through the forest, repeatedly outflanking and searching, and the direction leading to the outside of the forest is tightly sealed, the whole process is orderly and not chaotic at all, like a well-trained and well-equipped army of the Bright Empire, where is it still like a zombie whose intelligence has only just been developed and his mind is backward?

As he ran, Ah Le suddenly found that several of the surrounding viscount teams had turned around and outflanked him in the direction he was. With a bang, the bushes in front of him parted to both sides, and seven or eight viscounts drilled out, blocking Ah Le's way.

But Ah Le was sure that although he was in high-speed action, he was careful not to make unnecessary noises. Looking at the passage that suddenly appeared in the bushes, Ah Le suddenly understood that he had overlooked something. In the rush of running, those ordinary shrubs are no different from ordinary shrubs if they do not move, but they are like a pair of eyes scattered in the forest, quietly watching every dark corner. And in such a fast run, Ah Le had no way to carefully scan and observe the surroundings and identify them one by one.

Looking at the group of viscounts in front of him, Ah Le gritted his teeth and accelerated and rushed straight over, and a roar like a saber ghost suddenly sounded in the forest! In three seconds, Ah Le got out of the grappling, changed direction, and rushed towards the weak point of the encirclement.

Behind him, the corpses of seven zombies remained. Half a minute later, Ah Le fought and killed the second team of viscounts, temporarily broke out of the encirclement, and fled to the depths of the forest. But he was closely followed by more than ten teams of viscounts, and many more were in front of him. In the jungle, the zombies who use their hands and feet at the same time, and constantly jump from tree to tree are faster than cheetahs, more agile than monkeys, and almost all of them are excellent hunters.

Ah Le understands that the next step will be a bitter battle. As he ran, he pulled out the tube of stimulant, swallowed almost the entire tube in one gulp, and then drank a sip of water. Ah Le didn't feel hungry now, so the movement of his stomach was very slow, and the stimulants and water were almost stored there, but they were output at a very slow rate to make up for the physical exertion.

Like a lion or a wolf, Ah Le drank it once and could last for a long time without eating. Perhaps, this is an instinct that all creatures that survive in the wild possess. For the rest of the battle, the stimulants and water were enough to sustain the two hours of intense fighting.

At the other end of the forest, the Count of Bruch was crouching on the horizontal branch of a large tree on the edge, squinting, staring at the huge zombie city under the cliff in the distance, his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking. He was a member of the Ten Families with a high status, and he was also a little famous in the entire Death Conference, so he didn't take these viscounts seriously. It's just that he is in a different position now, so he can't let these viscounts know that he is nearby, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

Heavy footsteps came from far and near, and an earl who had followed him from the base stepped out of the forest. With the exception of the great trees, all the bushes and thorns that tried to stick out of their branches to block the way were directly trampled and flattened by the earl. The Count stood under the big tree where Bruch was crouching, glanced at the native city in the distance, and asked, "I didn't expect that a desolate place could become an oasis."

"It was spectacular and astounding. Bruch replied. "The first time I saw Zach ready to build his own power, I thought he was stupid and great. In a blink of an eye, fifteen years have passed. "Fifteen years ago, I was just stepping into the earl, and now I am still at the level of the earl. ”

Bruch was a little unimpressed by the feelings of this count who was comparable to him, fifteen years was still an earl, which was normal in the world of the Dark Realm. Of course, he had heard some of the past stories of the earl in front of him, and he also knew that this earl's ability was not limited to the strength in front of him. But the Dark Realm has its own rules of operation, and only members of the Ten Great Families can get a large supply and a large amount of resource rationing. If you are not high enough, you can't get more resources, and no matter how powerful this earl is, he is limited to being born in a small family.

The earl looked up at Bruch, who was squatting on a high place, and said in an unkind tone: "Bruch, if you dare to lie on your stomach higher than me again, Lao Tzu will stab your ass!"

Bruch slowly climbed down from the tree, he actually enjoyed the feeling of standing taller than the earl in front of him, so he was not in a hurry to come down. And he until, because of the strict hierarchy, the earl would not do it.

"Bruch, I've heard you're a great guy. The Count spat again, and then continued: "Your strength is too bad! If a bad man could be my boss, I wouldn't mind that you were my boss in the base, but in this forest! There are only you and I left! I don't like the Earl, who is weaker than me, to stand taller than me, and I don't like people to constantly point fingers in front of me, so you have to die, and I won't let you die well." ”

Bruch did not expect the earl to say such a thing, so he jumped up and roared in a low voice: "If you want to kill me, it's up to you?" well, although I have no interest in the miscellaneous of the inferior family, I don't care about cutting you a few more times...... You!"

Out of nowhere, the count pulled out two delicate pistols, two old-fashioned double-barreled pistols. Looking at the intricate patterns and fine carvings on the gun, if you look at it purely from an antique point of view, it must be worth a lot.

The problem is that this pistol Bruch is no stranger. A blood gas gun that can only be equipped by adults above the earl, this kind of gun is extremely powerful, and if it hits Bruch head-on, then his life cycle will also come to an end.

No matter how surprised Bruch was, the Count's powerful pistol was a fact, and he thought that he could match the Earl's strength in knife fighting and hand-to-hand combat.

But it's also true that neither the Dark Blade nor the Blood Spear can compare to these two pistols. An earl who relied on his own strength to make a name for himself would certainly not be far from good marksmanship.

With a strange scream, Bruch reflexively jumped out to the side and behind him, and as soon as one landed, he could dodge behind the tree. However, the count's reaction and marksmanship were once again beyond his expectations, and thump, the dull and rough gunfire almost joined together, and a dense purple blood gas overwhelmingly covered Bruch in the air.

Bruch screamed and fell to the ground with a thud. He struggled to get up, but he was able to prop up his upper body, and the count's refreshed pistol was pointed at him again, and the muzzle of the gun sparked, and hundreds of blood lines penetrated Bruch's body again.

Bruch snorted and fell to the ground. He barely rolled over, trying to get up again, but another gunshot rang out, and there were hundreds of more blood qi in his body!

"No! Don't kill me! I'm a member of the great Morgan family, and if you kill me, you'll be in big trouble! The Morgan family will never let you go!" Under the shadow of severe pain and death, Bruch's will collapsed, and he cried out incoherently. For decades, he had been torturing and killing others, how could he have been so close to death? Perhaps the more perverted and the more people like to torture and kill, the more afraid of death is in their hearts.

Bruch had never felt that it was so important to be alive, so important that he could abandon his little dignity and beg for mercy and threaten like a dog. Now, even if Bruch had 10,000 reasons to look down on the lowly earl, at a distance of less than ten centimeters, two pistols could have smashed his ass. And, it seems, the count has the idea of pulling the trigger.

"The Morgan family," the count looked hesitant as he spoke.

"The Morgan family!" Bruch finally grabbed the straw that saved his life, and screamed desperately, trying to add an insurance to his ass: "If you kill me, Grand Duke Morgan will definitely look for you......" This shot smashed almost everything between Bruch's legs, and it was deeply embedded with hundreds of purple blood corroded light bullets, stirring up all the flesh and blood inside.

"This shot is to make you remember it longer, don't fucking use the ten major families to suppress Lao Tzu" The earl smiled evilly, his teeth white and shiny.