Looking at the five vampires in front of him, Albert's heart was full of anger. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But he closed his eyes, as if the enemy in front of him did not exist.

He muttered to himself, not knowing who he wanted to tell him, "Ah, I've finally found you, no one knows you better than I do, no one hates you damn vampires more than I do!"

Vampires, without exception, all come from the Blood Clan, and the Blood Clan, this ancient name, represents the oldest and most evil martial arts sect in the entire continent!

And the martial arts exercises of the blood clan are also the most evil and cruel exercises in the entire continent! The disciples of the blood clan, the members of the blood clan who learn these exercises, are the vampires that everyone in the whole continent shouts and beats.

The essence of the blood clan exercise is very simple, that is, by sucking the blood of others, and then through the cultivation of the secret method to enhance one's own strength, internal breath, strengthen one's body, speed, and even life! Generally speaking, the stronger the martial arts of the object of sucking, the better the effect of cultivation, but this exercise is not without a price, it will make the more you suck more, the more you suck, the more addictive you are, once there is not enough fresh blood to supplement and suck for a certain period of time, you will be delirious, life is worse than death, and even serious strength will regress, and even death. This is an evil path that can only go all the way to the black with no end.

But hunting martial arts powerhouses is very dangerous, often sailing in the gutter, for hundreds of years, there are not a few people who have been caught and executed, or killed on the spot. Although once they suck the blood of high-level martial artists, they can often improve their strength and leave their companions behind, there are still very few vampires who have the courage to embark on this path of hunting the strong.

So many times these vampires often do not pay attention to the strength of the object they suck, they like to follow their own unique preferences, some like strong men, some like children, some like girls, some like to quietly suck with their teeth in the neck, some like to tear open the arteries while sadistic and drink in large gulps...... But without exception, they all like to suck the living and are not interested in the dead.

Anyway, as long as the fresh blood is useful, then why bother to provoke the strong? Anyway, low-level martial artists and ordinary people are everywhere.

It can be said that behind every powerful vampire, there are tons and tons of innocent blood, and there are countless broken families and blood and tears.

The strength of the entire blood clan is also very strong, although they have many clans and factions, there are many masters among them, and there are even powerful vampires at the martial saint level. In the past thousand years, as a symbol of justice on the mainland, the Duji Martial God Cult has also sent a large number of strong people to carry out many expeditions against the nominal headquarters of the blood clan: Dracula Fort, but almost every time they have returned in vain, and even lost their troops.

And Albert has always had a strong hatred for these vampires.

In the past, Albert was a free-spirited, wandering, and fart-prone person who liked to brag and fart everywhere, a typical self-defeating gentleman. But earlier, this was not the case, he was also a person who practiced the sword method of the family and wanted to make contributions and get ahead. And all his unremitting efforts and struggles are just for that one goal, that one dream......

Until that day, he lost his purpose and lost his dream.

He saw the corpse of the girl who had always been with him as a childhood sweetheart, grew up, always encouraged him, comforted him, cried with him, laughed with him, and even married him in the future. The white, shriveled corpse full of fine wounds.

The police came, and so did the musket corps. However, many days later, he only got one sentence: "Their light skills are too powerful, our encirclement and suppression failed, we didn't catch it, and now I don't know where to run." Such a reply.

He has been angry, mad, cathartic, and even stuffed at home, like a walking corpse for a long time.

In the end, he put down the knife, picked up the wine, put down the hard work, picked up the free wandering, and became a different image, the one that he once spurned.

And now, however, 5 vampires, 5 living vampires stood in front of him.

Just on the cliff, the silent prayer was answered.

The scene he once dreamed of turned into reality!

And he now has the power he once needed, the power he dreamed of!

He didn't know if these five vampires were the enemies he had back then, he just knew that all vampires deserved to die!

"Hah, ha, ha!" Albert opened his eyes, laughed and burst into tears: "Olivia, I found them!"

Then he turned into the wind......

"She's coming!"

"So fast!"

"Back-to-back defense!"

"She's on the left! No, on the right!"

......

Knowing that they had run into a great enemy, those vampires hurriedly organized their defenses.

One by one, their whole bodies were boiling, their movements were as fast as flying, and the shadows of bright red claws spread across the sky, and sharp qi shot out in all directions!

But they couldn't stop it.

Martial arts in the world, only strong and not urging, only fast and not broken!

The wind is pervasive!

It was a fist like the wind, every punch was not very powerful, every punch could not be dodged, could not be discharged, and every punch could be completely hit on them!

It was a wind-like fist that struck every part of their body, head, neck, chest, abdomen, back...... Nothing is left out and unstoppable!

It was a fist like the wind, even if they gathered, even if they separated, even if they scattered and fled, they could hit them one by one!

The ghostly light skills that became famous in the battle had no effect, and no matter how much you ran, you couldn't shake off the unhurried fist.

The blood-colored qi that was good at unloading the force was broken with a blow, and the additional power on the fist was completely presented on the body.

The powerful body that has been tempered for thousands of years is like clay, and when it is punched, there will be an additional fist mark, which will be deeply engraved into the flesh.

Clothes are broken, flesh is rotten, fractures are broken, blood vessels burst!

They have given up on running away, they have given up on resistance.

They have lost the ability to run away, they have lost the ability to resist.

They were blown by the howling wind, changing direction and shape, and slowly gathered in one place.

As if kneaded by an invisible hand, it was stirred, aggregated, squeezed, and finally turned from five balls into one, mixed together, and indistinguishable from each other.

But the wind kept blowing and never stopped.

When Zhang Ang arrived, he only saw a large mess of meat on the ground, and couldn't help but stop it: "Albert, that's enough!"

The howling wind stopped, and Albert appeared in front of Zhang Ang's eyes.

His hands trembled slightly, his fists were blood-red, but his eyes were full of tears.