Although Niu Qing was surprised by the blood clan's quick reaction ability, he didn't dare to slack off in his hand, he raised the giant sword high, and the nearly five-foot-long big sword slashed at the blood clan who dodged the shield, and said fiercely: "Eat Lao Tzu's sword!"

The blood baron was actually quite depressed, with the aesthetics of their blood clan, they really didn't like the minotaur race, which looked like black charcoal and had two horns on his head, but he happened to appear in this position, and when he heard the Earl's order, he could only rush up reluctantly, thinking to himself, he could bite to death, and he didn't want to suck the blood of this minotaur who didn't look very tasty.

But I didn't expect that the minotaur seemed clumsy, but his reaction was not slow, and in an instant, there was suddenly a black thing in front of his eyes, and when he looked at it closely, the lines on it were rough, and there was a purple thing in the gap, and the tip of his nose moved slightly to know that there were a lot of blood stains stuck on it.

With so many years of research on blood by his own bloodline, these dried blood stains have lasted at least half a month.

But the blood you drink must be fresh, and it is best to have a slight temperature, even if it is placed for more than a day, even the servants who do not have a knighthood are unwilling to taste it, let alone the shield on it for more than half a month, and let yourself smell it so closely, the fishy smell it exudes can almost be compared with the two-headed giant's toilet place, and the strong feeling of nausea almost made the baron vomit.

The baron resisted the feeling of nausea and dodged the shield, but next to him was a small girl, "Ah, what a fragrant smell, but it's a pity ......"

Next to Niu Qing is Mao Yanran.

The Baron of the Bloodclan actually closed his eyes at this moment, and took a deep breath of the blood that only their Bloodclan could smell, it looked like a person who was extremely addicted to smoking for a few days and suddenly got a superb cigarette that he had never had the opportunity to taste before, and was quiet in the pleasure that nicotine brought him.

However, he could only close his eyes and take two deep breaths, but the Earl wanted this girl to live by name.

Mao Yanran originally faced ten blood clans in the direction, but because of Goodley's order, none of these ten blood clans pounced on him, and there was no enemy in front of her for a while.

The little girl was stunned, cold and white without the slightest blood, and her eye sockets were deep-set, and her head with a high nose was poked in front of her, and then she said something inexplicably, which frightened the little girl to scream "Wow", waving a short dagger in her right hand, and holding a cross made last night in her left hand.

"Alas......"

The Viscount opened his eyes, woke up from his momentary fantasies about blood, and his head dodged Mao Yanran's short dagger, and suddenly saw that the little girl was still holding a strange wooden thing in her other hand and waving it at herself, and her heart was strange, "No matter how short the dagger is, it's an iron guy, what is this wooden stick for?"

For a while, he was stunned by Mao Yanran's two completely different weapons.

Suddenly, his body was light, and then he felt a sharp pain in his heart, and his body, which was more than two meters high above the ground, lost his balance and fell to the ground with a "plop".

The baron turned his head to see that his right wing had been cut off by Zigan, and the blood gushed wildly where it connected his body, although the pain was unbearable, but he knew that if he withdrew it, he would grow new wings after a while.

Unfortunately, before he could stand up and flee to the side, the wind was strong in the back of his head, and then there was darkness in front of him.

Niu Qing lifted the giant sword, twitched his big nostrils, stared at the Blood Clan Viscount who was in a different place, and said in a muffled voice: "Hey!

Dare to love him, he still has doubts about attacking the head of the blood clan.

Ladies and gentlemen, the reality is that this is only happening in a moment.

At this time, the other blood clans had all flown to Jing Jun and Niu Qing's side, in fact, from their flight speed, it could be seen that the blood clan's ability was high.

The baron is faster, such as the one who has now been buried in the dust, and the other attendants are much slower, but these specific hierarchical divisions, Jing Jun has never been in contact, so he doesn't know.

But after he accidentally discovered that the headshot could kill the blood clan, he didn't bother to think about that problem, he was highly concentrated, and the sound of "bang" was endless, although he could not do a one-shot headshot like the first vampire, but as long as he hit their body, it would always make their movements blocked, and then they would inevitably end up with a burst head.

Wind Chime's face was tense, and her heart had been responding to what Goodley said about the "first hug", but it made her not too scared in the face of the dozen or so vampires who swooped down, and the seemingly slender and light demon slayer knife flew up and down, and the heads of the three blood clans had been separated.

In less than two minutes, a total of eighteen blood clans rushed up, but under the brave defense and counterattack of Jing Jun, Niu Qing, and Feng Chime, more than half of them had been damaged, and the remaining three were wounded by gunshot wounds, and their body sensitivity was not as good as before, and it was only a matter of time before all the eighteen blood clan warriors died.

Gudelie didn't expect this to be the result of his men going up to the tree, his straight mind was dizzy, and he held on to the trunk of the tree and struggled to keep his body shaky.

"Rubbish! It's all rubbish!" shouted in his heart, but he was also puzzled by the wooden crosses in the hands of several men.

Goodreel closed his eyes, took a deep breath, tried to calm his mind, and after a moment, he opened his blood-red eyes and said slowly: "All retreat!"

With that, his wings spread out, swept down from the branches of a tree more than ten meters high, landed lightly, and stood face to face with Jing Jun.

"Boy, what's your name?

Gudere's face was calm, and behind his back of his arms, he asked.

"Haha, won't you come to kill me if you don't tell you your name?"

Jing Jun sneered at each other, choking Gudelie with a mouthful of saliva, and "cough" kept talking

Jing Jun stared at Gudelie's blood-red eyes, and said coldly again: "It's not good for you to be in the Western Continent, come to my East, and have bad intentions!"

"Hehe, boy, you actually know that Lord Ben is in the West, so I don't know what else you know?"

Goodreel asked a little strangely that the young man in front of him would know that he was from the West.

"I know a lot, for example, three thousand years ago, or the recent appearance of vampires in many places......"

"That's enough! Looks like Ben-sama is going to kill you!"

Goodreel snapped and interrupted Jing Jun's words, the matter of three thousand years was fine, but he really didn't expect Jing Jun to say that he had found the blood clan in other places, so did it mean that the ape clan had begun to guard against his actions in the west?

Jing Jun wanted to try to get more information from Gudeley's mouth, but unfortunately this guy was cunning and didn't say a word more.

"In that case, I'm not polite to you!"

Jing Jun spoke in his heart, and at the same time picked up his AK rifle, and aimed the muzzle of the gun at Goodley's head was a shot.

The gunshot rang out, and it was supposed that Goodley's head had burst, and the scene of falling to the ground did not appear.

Jing Jun never underestimated Goodley's strength, but judging from the results just now, he didn't think that Goodreel was also a blood clan, even if his status was slightly higher, he wouldn't care about his head being blown up.

The bullets whistled away at a speed of six hundred meters per second, and Jing Jun's highly concentrated spirit was closely watching Goodley's actions, and the moment the gun rang out, he saw Goodley's miserable white face, scarlet lips slightly upturned, and his arrogant expression showed that he was not very afraid of the little thing that smashed his body yesterday.

In fact, the bullet hit a large tree more than ten meters away, sawdust flew and Gudeley, who was supposed to be on the trajectory of the bullet, was nowhere to be found.

"Hehe, what kind of thing are you holding, it is so powerful, and it is a loss that Lord Ben still has some strength. ”

Jing Jun was startled, his voice sounded on the right, and he turned around suddenly, Gu Delie's hands behind his back, and his black robe was still slightly agitated by the air current.

Goodrelu's hand shocked the four of Jing Jun's pupils.

"Does he also move in space?"

Niu Qing and Feng Chi's eyesight couldn't see the trajectory of Goodley's movements, and mistakenly thought that Goodley also understood the power of space, so they couldn't help but exclaim.

"No, he's not, but he's moving very fast, so to speak, 'teleporting'!"

Jing Jun's mental power is far stronger than others, and his eyesight has also improved greatly, but he can only see Goodley's slightly shaking figure at the moment of the gunshot, and he can't grasp where he 'teleported'.

"I didn't feel any fluctuations in the power of space, it shouldn't be space magic. ”

But it was Mao Yanran who was confirming Jing Jun's statement.

"The kid has two hits, and he can actually see Lord Ben's movements, hehe, what about this time?"

Goodred smiled slightly, but the two fangs that were exposed made this smile eerie, and disappeared from where he had just stood.

Jing Jun's spiritual power spread out to the greatest extent, but it was a pity that the special physique of the blood clan made it impossible for him to perceive the possible direction of Goodley.

In the end, Jing Jun felt a breeze on his left cheek, and years of combat experience told him that Goodreel might have come to this side, and subconsciously pointed his gun to the left.

"Huh, can you still see Ben-sama?"

A slightly puzzled voice sounded, and then Goodley's figure appeared less than two feet away from Jing Jun, grabbing the barrel of the gun with one hand.

"You seem to be pretty powerful, so what?"

Goodreel's words were full of banter, and the pale and bloodless hand that grabbed the barrel suddenly became as black as ink, and the barrel of the high-carbon steel began to turn yellow, rust, and fall rust at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally the entire barrel of more than a foot long turned into ashes in less than a second.

Gudere's hand returned to its pale color, and he unfolded his palm, which still had some rust on his hand, pursed his lips, and blew lightly on "poof", and the ashes drifted away.

However, the decay of the rifle did not stop with the decay of the barrel, and it rusted all the way, spreading to the hands of Jing Jun who held the handle.

Jing Jun's head was dazed at this time, and he couldn't understand what was going on at all.

How can a good gun be reduced to ashes in a matter of seconds as if it had passed through thousands of years?

If the wooden butt of the AK does decay after ten or twenty years, but the other parts of the gun are high-carbon alloy steel, that is, it is exposed to moisture and sun every day, even after one hundred and eighty years, it can only be rusted, and it will not become ash that will drift away with the wind.

How strong is this Guderick?

Does his group still have a chance to escape from his hands?

Jing Jun was covered in cold sweat!