The distance between the two sides was shortened in an instant, and Qianye suddenly bounced from the ground like a cheetah, jumped straight into the arms of a third-level vampire, and punched him in the face!
With this punch, the blood warrior's face bones were immediately dented, and then driven by the head impacted by the huge force, the body floated forward, and then flew out together.
With a bang, the ground under his feet suddenly sank, and Qianye shot out like a cannonball, facing another leader of the fifth-level blood guards, ignoring the stabbing dagger, and punched him in the face again!
The dagger was sent into Qianye's chest, but it was like stabbing a pile of heavy leather, it went very slowly, and finally got stuck between the ribs. The leader of the guards didn't react too slowly, he raised his left arm and barely blocked Qianye's punch, but his whole body was thrown backward by the fierce blow of the fist, and his arm bones creaked and groaned.
After being promoted to the fourth level, Qianye, who has been double strengthened by the original force and blood physique, is now extremely strong, and can already overwhelm ordinary sixth-level soldiers and fifth-level warriors of the blood race.
Qianye grabbed the knife-holding hand of the leader of the guards to prevent him from escaping. At the same time, he smashed fists and elbows with his right hand around his head like a storm. Every blow was as heavy as a hammer, like a big ax cutting a mountain!
Qianye smashed the leader's arm with two fists, smashed the blood power of his body with an elbow, then moved sideways, using himself as a soldier, and leaned heavily on the leader of the blood guard!
With a thunderous explosion, the leader of the guards flew upside down, his body twisted into a strange shape. Just now Qianye leaned back with great strength, supplemented by the original force, the dark energy was as heavy as a mountain, and all the bones in his whole body were broken!
With a soft plop, another dagger was inserted into Qianye's back. The short knife broke through the armor, pierced through the muscles with difficulty, and finally barely touched the bones.
Qianye didn't seem to feel that the flesh and blood had inserted a sharp knife, he grabbed the blood warrior's neck with his backhand, tightened his five fingers, and twisted his neck bone in one fell swoop. With the strong physique of the blood race, such injuries may not necessarily lead to death, but at least they will also lose combat effectiveness.
Qianye fended off the dagger of another blood race with his hand, and hit the chin with another punch. With the scalp-numbing sound of bone cracking, the warrior fell backwards.
Qianye is like a male lion walking through the pack of wolves. His punches were as fast as thunder and lightning, and as heavy as a mountain. No one in this group of blood warriors could take his blow head-on!
In a blink of an eye, there were no enemies around Qianye, only the blood knight was struggling to get up beside the wreckage of the carriage not far away. But he was staggering, and he couldn't even stand still, looking at his wound with a face full of horror. The bloody half of his body was not a fatal injury, but the black blood gushing out from the wound was full of the smell of rancid death.
The blood knight was frightened and angry, desperately mobilizing the power of blood, and finally suppressed and wiped out the poisonous blood energy that invaded his body. However, his injury has more than doubled due to this, and his blood energy has been consumed by half, and he suddenly becomes sluggish.
Qianye strode over and grabbed Jazz with one hand. Blood Sir waved his hands to meet him angrily, and the two clasped their palms together and began to wrestle. The ground under the feet of both sides suddenly slammed with a muffled sound, sunken downwards, and a shallow pit several meters appeared!
At this moment, the strength of the two sides is equal, and they can't stand each other for a while, but the blood knight's injured left arm is getting weaker and weaker, and it will soon appear to be exhausted. He suddenly roared like a beast, his eyes were full of blood, and they shot red light in the dark night. Two long blood-sucking fangs protruded from the corners of his lips, biting down on Qianye fiercely!
Qianye didn't back down at all, but tilted his head, letting the blood knight's fangs bite down on his shoulder. As the blood-sucking fangs entered his body, Qianye clearly felt two wisps of black blood poison begin to seep into his blood, but his dark blood immediately had a strong reaction.
The purple blood energy was almost spurted out from the ability rune, and it went straight to the two invading blood poisons, and swallowed them all in one encounter. It didn't stop there, it twisted, and immediately separated a wisp of purple air as thin as a gossamer, followed the path of blood poison invasion, and finally drilled into the blood-sucking fangs, and threw itself into the blood knight's body.
Blood Sir's eyes widened suddenly, showing extreme panic, desperately trying to push Qianye away. He couldn't make any meaningful syllables, just ho ho hoots in his throat.
Of course Qianye wouldn't let go just yet, he still kept wrestling with the Blood Jazz and began to slowly gain an advantage. However, when the purple blood flowed upstream, a dense red mist rose from his eyes, as if being pulled, he suddenly bit the blood knight's neck!
The blood full of origin force poured in like a tide, and Qianye swallowed instinctively, every mouthful would make the blood in his body burst into boiling joy. This is the blood of an eighth-level blood clan. The power of the blood is far stronger than Qianye's. The dark force contained in each mouthful of blood is equivalent to all of Qianye's current force.
But just after swallowing two or three mouthfuls, Qianye drank a mouthful of foul-smelling rotting blood. He almost vomited immediately, spat out all the rotting blood in one gulp, and then pushed away the powerless Blood Sir.
This high-ranking vampire was haggard, as if he had aged for decades in a short period of time, and he had completely lost his life at this time. The blood power of an eighth-level jazz was originally far more than this, but he was first hit by the blood poison contained in the original force bomb by Qianye, and the purification of the toxin alone consumed nearly half of his blood energy, and then he took a breath directly The blood was mixed with purple blood energy, and as a result, most of the blood was corrupted and necrotic in the blink of an eye.
Qianye realized that his current blood was highly poisonous to vampires, so he couldn't help but began to wonder about the origin of the purple blood energy. Perhaps when the golden blood energy broke out of the cocoon, it would bring him even more surprises.
Qianye quickly circled around the battlefield, sending all the blood warriors who were still alive to hell. Now there are only some ordinary blood clans left in this clan castle.
He picked up a long sword, wiped away the breath of the blood race, took out the leather bag, poured silver liquid on the blade, and then walked towards the two bronze-cast but already undefended gates ahead.
A red firework suddenly rose from the top of the castle, went straight to the sky, and then exploded. When Qianye moved his ears, he had caught a sharp sound that was inaudible to human ears. This is a warning signal, and it won't be long before the Blood Race patrols will arrive after hearing the news.
Qianye is not afraid of patrols. He strode into the castle and saw the remnants of the clan gathered in the hall, looking at him quietly.
On the sofa in the middle sat a vampire who was older than Lord Blood, several other old people stood behind the sofa, and several children gathered under the old man's knees.
If they didn't know that this was the stronghold of the blood race, and if the pupils of these people were not bright red, they would have thought they had walked into the living room of a nobleman of the human race.
The hall was very silent, the silver liquid was dripping from the edge of the sword, and the ticking sound seemed to be beating on everyone's heart.
Qianye walked slowly towards the old man in the middle. The old man's face was like a dead tree, he looked at Qianye expressionlessly, and then said slowly: "Human, you are very courageous."
Qianye smiled faintly, not interested in talking, but raised his sword and pointed at the old man's throat.
"Grandpa, is this today's dinner? It looks delicious!"
A little girl's voice came from next to him, and then Qianye felt a pain in his leg. He looked down and saw a little blood girl who looked only four or five years old was biting his thigh fiercely, with two small blood-sucking fangs piercing half of his flesh. Through the translucent tusks that were as shiny as ivory, two thin blood lines could be seen rolling into her mouth.
The old man smiled grinningly and said, "You're finished, human! Even if you kill us, you still can't escape the fate of becoming a blood slave!"
Qianye just looked down at the little blood girl, and said flatly after hearing the words: "Really? This little guy is a pure blood, and his hidden talent is quite good. When he grows up in the future, he might become a jazz again. Really It's a pity... little guy, don't worry, slow down, don't spoil your stomach."
When Qianye's blood flowed out, the purple blood energy in his body suddenly awakened again, jumped out from the ability rune, and sent a wisp of purple energy to the little girl in the same way.
The little girl sucked and sucked, suddenly dumbfounded, screamed, fell to the ground, her whole body curled up, and quickly became stiff. From her mouth, a stream of purple-black blood flowed out.
The old man seemed to have seen the most terrifying scene in the world, stood up suddenly, and shouted: "Holy blood! Higher holy blood! You are definitely not human! Why!"
"Is this holy blood?" Qianye smiled inappropriately, and his tone was not sure whether it was a statement or a question, and said softly: "But I think I am still human..." As he spoke, the edge of the sword in his hand trembled and stabbed straight into the old man. The heart of the blood race.
The silver-stained sword edge in Qianye's hands kept flying, gently piercing the hearts of blood races that were about to fail or were newly born. After a brief scream, the hall fell silent again.
Qianye took the long sword and quickly walked around the castle. When he walked into the upstairs showroom, Qianye saw many oil paintings and a pair of short guns mounted on the wall.
These are a pair of Bloodline-style force guns. The handles of the golden guns are so polished that they are obviously very old. Being able to be placed in the most conspicuous place of the showroom by a clan, this pair of short guns must have extraordinary significance and value.
The rest of the oil paintings and furnishings were luxuries that were very valuable in the human kingdom, but Qianye didn't have the time and couldn't move so many things. He only took down the pair of force short guns that were obviously antiques, and took the large desk A bag of crystal coins, and left the castle.
Stepping into the atrium, the gate was just a short distance away, Qianye hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked towards the manor behind.
The unusual movement in the castle has alarmed the humans here. They walked out of the house, stood at the gate of the manor, and looked towards the castle. Many people's faces were completely dazed and numb, but there seemed to be an invisible red line at the gate of the manor, and no one crossed the line.
In Qianye's eyes, none of these people were blood slaves polluted by black blood. It was just that dozens of people were too pale and looked a little weak. It seemed that they had just been bled recently.
For the blood race, it is a kind of enjoyment to drink the warm blood directly from the living body. It has a different flavor than drinking the cool blood in the cup, which is the ability bestowed on them by the ancestors. But the human beings who have been sucked will soon become blood slaves, and they can no longer be used after one or two uses. The method of regular bloodletting can be used for a long time, just like human beings raise cows in captivity.
Qianye said: "I am from the Great Qin Empire, if anyone wants to go back with me, stand up!"
These captive human beings look at me and I look at you. Some of them show expressions of hesitation and struggle, but most of them stand numbly.