The captain was simply shocked.

The other party stood there without fear, looking at them with a smile, as if waiting for them to come to the door.

As if they were not hunters, but prey.

The Bloodlines had thought that they were caught in an encirclement, and that a large number of Terran Resistance Army members would come up to besiege them, otherwise why was that young man so fearless?

But it wasn't until the captain died that they seemed to have guessed wrong, and from beginning to end, only the young man was the only one who shot.

The boy didn't even take out his weapon.

Chen Mo looked at the captain.

It was a young man, dressed in a dark blue uniform, with leather booties and a belt fastened around his waist. Brown hair and some sporadic freckles on the face.

His outfit reminded Chen Mo of the outfits of the grassroots police officers in Victorian Scotland Yard in the British dramas he had watched before.

If these bloodlines ignore their life and murder to seize fresh blood, they will all be first-class handsome guys.

"He's alone, kill him!" The captain didn't know that Chen Mo could still have such a relaxed mental activity before the battle, and he didn't know that his death was coming.

But he drew a long knife and roared loudly.

Seeing those bloodlines rushing out towards him, Chen Mo didn't panic at all, he didn't even take out his weapon.

In the midst of the shouting, he saw Chen Moqi quickly stretch out his right hand and choke the wrist of the blood-descendant who was stabbed in front of him, his fingers were forceful, and there was a click.

The Bloodborn's wrist bone was easily shattered, and he clutched his wrist in a miserable wail, and then he put his fingers together and pierced the Bloodborn's throat.

He quickly turned sideways and crashed into the arms of another Bloodborn.

He scooped up his right hand, skillfully put his hand on the opponent's forearm, and used his shoulder as the fulcrum, and pressed it down!

All I could hear was the screams and creaks of the Bloodborn, and the Bloodborn's arm was like a red lotus root stained in syrup.

These bloodlines, whether in terms of fighting skills or agility, were not Chen Mo's opponents at all, but in a few breaths, the bloodlines present were killed by Chen Mo with their bare hands.

In the end, the captain looked at Chen Mo who walked over slowly, as if he saw the demon from hell.

"You, you give me death!"

The captain had collapsed, and he shouted angrily, and in the midst of the crisis, a powerful potential erupted.

But seeing the hoe long knife in his hand as an afterimage, the pitch-black blade seemed to come to life, and the blade in front of the steel knife hit Chen Mo like an angry flood.

Chen Mo frowned slightly, the bloodstream in front of him had a bad brain, but his strength was still remarkable.

Chen Mo also took out the spear of all beings.

Stabbing, picking, poking, knocking, spinning, shaking, the spear of all beings and the black steel knife continued to roar in the air.

The muddy black mud on the ground was trampled on by the footsteps of the two and splashed everywhere.

The next moment, the captain roared angrily, and the black steel knife in his hand danced, and shadows connected one after another, almost turning into a black shadow wall.

Behind the captain, there was a negative emotion that was so thick that it almost turned into substance, and such a high density of negative energy evolved into a small temporary abyss in the shadow of the demon's feet.

From this abyss, countless hideous and terrifying figures struggled, as if they wanted to crawl out and descend into the world.

The power of the demons!?

Chen Mo could clearly feel the gust of wind that was approaching the door.

The wind around him was swept up, and it was obviously just a knife, but it was forced by the bloodbreed to dance a dark cloud.

There was a torrential rain in the sky, and the thick curtain of rain seemed to swallow everything, and countless rains shattered in an instant, setting off a roar as if the world was shattering.

Other than that, there was a heart-warming silence.

In the deep dark clouds set off by the bloodline, there seems to be a rainstorm accumulation, and there is a hidden wind and clouds!

I have to say that this bloodline's martial arts "special effect" is absolutely leveraged, although the opponent's steel knife is just an ordinary steel knife, and there is no edge of weapons, but the momentum is not lost, and the strength is intertwined, showing profound and incomparable skills!

Facing the opponent's offensive like a dark cloud, Chen Mo's face did not have the slightest sadness or joy.

He shook his left hand in the void, and the uz submachine gun appeared.

With his current strength, he had no problem holding up the submachine gun with one hand and pulling the trigger.

Peng! Peng! Peng!

It was as if champagne had shattered on a stone slab, and the rain on the body of the gun vibrated and flew up, stagnating in mid-air.

Chen Mo always felt that although thermal weapons could not inflict fatal injuries on these tenacious bloodlines, the other party could not ignore the pain of the bullet embedded in the skin.

In the near-frozen time, smoke slowly erupted from the muzzle of the gun, along with the sparks.

Five red-hot bullets flew out of the muzzle, tearing through the air and into the captain's body.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Mo bullied forward, and the [Blood Armor] absorbed the thick blood and fed back into Chen Mo's body, making his charge even more direct and manic.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Mo came to the side of the bloodliner.

In the face of the opponent's bells and whistles, Chen Mo's counterattack was very simple, even to the point of rudiment.

The spear of all beings in his hand stabbed out.

This time, there was no footwork under his feet, and the attack on his hand was like a flat and straightforward vernacular.

Chen Mo had nothing, only enough strength and enough speed, but he had already met the conditions for victory.

The spear roared like a shiver from a cold wind through a window, like a ghost knocking on a door.

Burst!

The bloodline was pierced by Chen Mo's spear, and he couldn't ask for his death after all.

It is like the devil who was condemned to death in the mortal world by the spear of the gods.

Bloodborn's legs twitched and struggled, seemingly unwilling to die.

Blood couldn't stop pouring from the wound, and there was nothing but a ho-ho sound from his mouth.

In the mountains, there is silence.

Chen Mo checked the rising points, and thought to himself, if he kills more than ten more, he can exchange for a little more free attribute points!

The touching of the corpse is also exciting and shocking.

He got what he wanted.

He touched a crystal.

【Name:Spiritual Crystal】

[Type: Item (not to be brought out)]

[Grade: None]

[Introduction: A spar made of bright silver and mythril mixed with a small amount of pure gold, which contains the magic mark left by the ancient mage, in addition, this spirit stone also contains absolutely pure and pure holy water, as long as it is embedded in the body of a vampire, it can kill ordinary members of the blood clan in an instant, even if it is the leader of the bloodline, it will cause great damage. 】

[Note: Items in the dungeon cannot be brought out]

Chen Mo looked at the spar in his hand and fell into deep thought, it was very strange that he had collected this completely restrained bloodline prop from a bloodliner, whether to say it or not, this was likely to be some benefit given by the dungeon, just like the previous prop that allowed him to disguise the bloodline's breath.

"In that case, even if I run into that Duke of Bolton, I'm sure I'll be able to touch it!"