"I feel the power of the Holy Clan in your body, the humble new blood clan, you dare to hurt the great Marquis of Barlow, no matter who your parents are, I will drain your blood!"

The blood-robed man's pale face showed an angry look. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The title of the Bloodline does not represent hereditary inheritance and merit, but a symbol of strength, and the Marquis represents that he has a lifespan of more than 500 years and is the main combat force in the Bloodline.

The power of the High Blood Clan was undoubted, and I saw Barlow flying up and splitting in an instant, turning into thousands of blood shadows and rushing towards Winston.

The thick blood mist spread, an invisible force blocked the perception, Winston closed his eyes, his heart was as silent as water, and his spiritual power was highly concentrated and scattered around.

Suddenly, a cold light burst out, like a thunderbolt tearing through everything, and the invisible qi broke through the blood mist.

Hurard's thin sword was incomparably sharp, and in an instant, it had pierced through the void and approached Barlow's chest!

"Poof!"

Like a phantom crumbling, Barlow's figure shattered into blood-colored droplets under the sword.

How could the Marquis of the Blood Clan be so vulnerable?

Winston was puzzled, and suddenly the alarm was loud, and with a soft sound in his ears, a blood-colored figure appeared behind him, and in less than a moment, the sharp blood claws had already leaned against Winston's neck!

Already predictable of the beauty of the blood gushing out, Barlow had a wanton smile on his face, and suddenly realized in his heart that a sense of crisis was like a big hand grabbing his heart.

With a sharp gaze, I saw a blood-colored lion appear on Winston's left hand at some point, opening his mouth and roaring angrily.

To be bad!

Barlow's back robe shattered, revealing two wide bat wings, one fanned, and it actually dodged and exploded, and the figure changed several directions in mid-air. But the scarlet lion leaped into the air and swooped down like a shadow

With no way to escape, Barlow's heart was ruthless, and the blood power around his body surged wildly, and the blood-colored strength turned into a blood bat in the sky and rushed out with his punch.

There was a loud bang, like a roar in the sky, and the fierce blood lion broke up the blood bat with one claw to form a torrent, as if entering a no-man's land, breaking into front of Barlow, and the bloody mouth was aimed at his throat and bitten down!

"Boom!"

With the sound of a violent explosion, Barlow's figure suddenly shattered, turning into a blood-colored bat in the sky, and rushing out of the blood-colored lion's devastating power under the entanglement of the blood mist.

The blood bats converged in the air and turned into Barlow's figure again, at this time he was embarrassed, half of his body had been blown into pieces, if it weren't for the strong vitality of the blood clan, he would have died a long time ago.

With the bruises on his pale face prominent, Barlow swooped down with his shattered blood wings and crashed into an aristocratic man hiding under a table.

Suddenly, the man was shrouded in blood mist, countless blood bats clinged to him, and the miserable wails spread out, and the sound made people shudder. In a short time, the man was sucked into a dried corpse, and Barlow appeared in front of him unharmed again.

Wiping the bloodshot from the corners of his mouth, Barlow laughed wildly: "Cheap guy, your attack in front of the High Saint Clan is as ridiculous as the Joker's acrobatics. ”

Winston frowned, his eyes flashed a little solemn, the fighting skills learned from the orcs are indeed powerful, but the consumption is not small, and now there is a sense of unsustainability, and on the other hand, Barlow can extract the blood of others to restore his strength, and it will definitely be unfavorable to him after a long battle.

Without waiting for Winston to think about it, Barlow laughed fiercely, and his bat wings fluttered, and his body flew out with blood.

The blood was like a phantom, and it was in front of Winston's eyes in the blink of an eye, and the sharp claws grabbed like lightning flashes.

Winston raised his eyebrows, and the essence in his true dragon pupils was like smoke, and Hurard swords were shot first, and there was a bang, and the flat ground thundered, and the billowing smoke and dust scattered everywhere.

The powerful piercing power of Hurard's thin sword rushed out, instantly shattering Barlow's right arm and pressing straight towards his neck.

"You can't hurt me!"

With Barlow's wild laughter, the blood flew away, and countless bats fled.

"Do you still want to suck blood and heal you?

Winston roared, and a black crow the size of an eagle fell from the sky like a sharp arrow, and the rolling flames enveloped him like a meteor falling to the ground.

"Boom!"

The stone slabs on the ground shattered suddenly, countless fireballs flew out, and the sound of thunder continued for a long time!

In the scorching flames, the bats squeaked and screamed, and in a short time they disappeared in the scorching breath.

"It's over!"

Winston stared at the flames and said coldly.

It's not over yet!

The Marquis of the Blood Clan was not so easy to kill, and a black shadow suddenly rose into the sky from the ashes left by the incineration of the bat corpse.

The speed is so fast that it is difficult for the naked eye to catch, and if it weren't for the True Vision Dragon Pupil, Winston wouldn't have noticed this.

The dragon is violent, and the heavens and the earth are shrouded in an invisible oppressive force, which can naturally be ignored if the blood clan marquis is in his heyday, but now the blood around him has been incinerated by Winston, and he has only turned into a bat body. In front of the famous Long Wei, he naturally folded his wings and fell.

Picking up the bat with Hurard's rappy sword, Barlow's angry scolding did not stop, "Humble fellow, let me go, I am the immortal Marquis Barlow!"

"Your blood's dying rhetoric is the same, nothing new. ”

With a cold voice, Winston pulled out his Origin Heart.

As a high-ranking member of the Bloodline, Barlow's heart has even more powerful attributes.

Blood Essence (A-): Heals by sucking blood, dripping blood survives, HP +200%, Critical Death Chance -15%, Blood Recovery +20%,

These attributes overlap somewhat with Winston's, and the ability to heal itself by sucking blood is a little unacceptable. It was Winston who fused it to Eletta.

The rest of the corpses were not wasted, and they were fused into themselves.

Bloodogre's Physique (a): +180% Strength, +130% Health, -25% Critical Death Chance, +20% Health Regeneration, Medium Blood Power.

Although it was just a simple attribute stack, Winston felt that his strength had increased by three points.

The wounded Copson came to the devastated battlefield with his soldiers in embarrassment, knelt on the ground and pleaded guilty: "My subordinates are not well guarded, please punish my lord." ”

Winston didn't say a word, just stared at him coldly.

The invisible pressure enveloped his heart, and Copson buried his head deep in trembling, not daring to look at it, and cold sweat instantly climbed up the corners of his forehead.

After a long time, Winston spoke: "At this time tomorrow, I don't want to see a living nobleman in the city!"

Winston's words mean that his life has been saved, but his words have pushed Copson into the abyss! If the reform is to set Copson and the nobles against each other, then the upcoming purge of the Suduri nobility will definitely raise the enmity between the two to the level of undying!

Is this the price of my ambitions? No, he had already thought about it, so he led me to attack Suduri, in order to cut off my retreat completely! From then on, he was infamy as a noble butcher, and became a blood-stained knife in his hand!

Looking at the back of Winston leaving, Copson gritted his teeth and said, "Order the whole army, all nobles, kill!"