Qianye began to think about how to get out of the predicament, and he never thought that the blood viscount would put down what he was doing and chase after him. But judging from the current situation, if he runs another two hundred kilometers, he may be overtaken at any time.
In any case, fleeing into human territory is the ultimate solution. If a dark general enters the territory of the Zhao Clan unscrupulously, it will definitely attract the attention and interference of strong human beings. Judging by the camouflage of this blood clan wearing imperial military uniforms, they probably don't want to expose their whereabouts too clearly.
But to successfully escape to the nearest city of the Zhao clan, at least one has to cross thousands of kilometers of mountains and mountains, which is not easy.
There is another mountain ridge ahead, with shrubs and trees growing alternately and flourishing. And the consciousness that came after him became clearer and clearer, and he could even feel the viciousness and killing intent.
Qianye decided to take a risk, he jumped up a hill, and then stopped. He casually picked up a dead branch from the ground, sharpened it with a short knife, pricked his finger, and dripped a few drops of blood on the branch.
The blood he bleed was no longer as bright red as before, with a strange brilliance, but had a calm and restrained taste in it, and the color was much darker, but more mellow and rich.
The blood seeps into the shriveled dead branches and is quickly absorbed.
Qianye ran to the bushes that he had been looking at for a long time, and carefully put the dead branches in, trying to make it appear as if it were naturally broken and fallen. Then he selected a location in the surrounding area, tied up the only two blood grenades on his body, buried them in the ground, set up a few small traps, and then eliminated all traces of man-made.
Finally, Qianye boarded a small highland in the southeast, quickly set up a sniper position, assembled the eagle strike on the spot, and then fell down to hide, pointing the gun at the bushes in the distance.
He breathed slowly, and with a strong rhythm, the original force poured into the eagle strike, and gradually condensed into an original force bullet in the barrel of the gun. Now what Qianye poured into Eagle Strike is the purified dawn force, the condensed force is milky white, warm and soft in color, just like the best jade.
As the Force Bullet slowly took shape, blood-colored lines suddenly appeared on the surface, among which were mixed with three or five streaks of eerie purple, and a dark gold streak that was so thin that it was almost imperceptible.
After the original force bomb was formed, a layer of misty original force shimmer gradually rose on the surface, and the whole seemed to swell by one size, which was a sign of the blessing of the "heavy warhead".
Finally, Qianye activated the "Heavy Fist" the size of a fingernail, making the modified Eagle Strike even more powerful.
After making all preparations, he quietly waited for the fighter plane to appear.
At this moment, Qianye, who was engrossed in it, suddenly had a strange feeling that the force bomb in the magazine seemed to have a faint connection with him, allowing him to slightly affect its state. Qianye thought for a while, and carefully injected another ray of origin force, and then a layer of translucent crimson origin force mist appeared on the surface of the original force bomb, which would greatly reduce the whistling sound of the bullet flying through the air.
Qianye did not wait long.
The evening mist shrouded the mountain like a veil, a black shadow rose like a ghost, and Viscount Zalen appeared. He passed over the treetops and pinnacles without a sound, at an astonishing speed, like an illusion in his vision, he entered the range of Eagle Strike in a blink of an eye.
Zaron had already jumped up again, and he would slide at least tens of meters before falling. However, he suddenly stopped in the air and turned around abruptly, like a puppet on a string, completely violating the normal flight path. The Viscount retreated quickly, falling back to the starting point of the leap without missing a beat.
Seeing Zalen's strange movements, the corners of Qianye's eyes suddenly twitched. Fortunately, when he saw the blood viscount pass the trap, he didn't lose his composure, otherwise even if he shot, he would probably miss.
Zaron returned to the original place, raised his head to the sky, took a deep breath, his nose fluttered constantly, then turned his head to stare at a cluster of dark green overgrown bushes, and couldn't look away anymore.
With his insight, he saw at a glance the bloody dead branch among the thousands of branches and leaves of the bush. The sweet scent emanating from it made Zaron even a little dazed.
Just like the blood energy of a pure-blooded nobleman makes it difficult for Qianye to hold back for a moment, Qianye's blood contains multiple blood energy. For the blood race, that complex and powerful force is not only a poison that destroys vitality, but also an irresistible force. lure.
Zaron's pupils became blood red, showing fanaticism and greed, and the blood in his body was so hot that he almost entered a state of boiling blood. He stretched out his hand to grab the dead branch, but just when he stretched out halfway, he stopped suddenly. After all, Zaron was the Viscount of the Byrne clan. He almost fell into a daze just now, and then he woke up the next moment, and then a strong danger enveloped his keen perception.
The moment Qianye pulled the trigger, Zalen jumped up like lightning, and his figure instantly slipped out of sight. And Qianye behind the four-image mirror forcibly resisted the urge to move the muzzle of the gun, and pulled the trigger to the end at the original aiming position.
This time the Eagle Strike did not make a roar like thunder before a rainstorm, but a muffled sound. The milky white force bomb with streaks of blood streaked forward like a fish swimming in the deep sea, passing thousands of times silently and incomparably quickly. rice.
Zalen leaped ten meters in the air, and then he hovered and retreated as strangely as before, and returned to the original place as if going back in time. This special skill has allowed him to escape the enemy's sneak attack countless times, but this time it made him jump back into the trap by himself.
Zalen turned his head and was surprised to see that the Force bomb was close at hand!
The distance was so close that it was impossible to dodge. All Zaron could do was to cover his head with his arms crossed, and his blood gushed out, condensing the outline of the shield in front of him.
With a bang, Zaron was knocked back two steps by the huge energy of the multi-strengthened force bomb explosion, and the arm armor on his hands broke. But at this moment, his body was still overflowing with blood, which became more and more intense, blocking the blazing light of the original force explosion.
Zaron frowned and shook his left hand, a line of blood appeared on his palm. Eagle Strike's full blow was completely blocked by him, but the violent force explosion still shattered the viscount's tiger's mouth, and there were also two minor wounds on the back of his hand.
Witnessing the true strength of the dark generals of the ancient clan, Qianye still managed to stabilize his mind, recharging as fast as possible and firing another shot. However, Zaron had taken precautions in advance. With a low growl, a cloud of rich blood spewed out from his mouth, and he hit the original force bullet in the air.
The dazzling light of the original force exploded in the air, and the blood gas ball and the original force bomb died together.
Qianye's face changed slightly, and he snapped the eagle strike into two pieces with both hands, grabbed the array chip of "Fist of Severe Strike" from it, then turned around and ran away.
Zalen also saw Qianye on the thousand-meter high ground, with a cruel smile on his lips, calmly tidied up his somewhat messy coat, and then started to catch up.
In his eyes, Qianye was nothing more than a mere knight, and it didn't make any difference whether he was 300 meters or 3,000 meters away. Since the opponent had already been exposed, it would only take some time to catch up.
However, Zaron had just started, and suddenly there was a warning sign in his heart, and then there was an earth-shattering explosion, and the huge power of the blood grenade completely enveloped him!
After the force storm passed, all the surrounding bushes were flattened, and an explosion crater with a radius of tens of feet appeared on the top of the mountain. Viscount Zalen was still standing upright.
It's just that his whole body is tattered and tattered, with wounds, blood stains and gunpowder smoke all over the place. There is almost no piece of cloth left on the Qin Empire military uniform used for camouflage. Inside, there is a set of tailor-made armor at the master level Also damaged in a few places.
Thick blood suddenly gushed out from Zaron's body, the small wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the larger wounds began to stop bleeding. The Viscount's eyes turned completely blood red, like two scarlet gems.
He stared at Qianye's disappearing figure, gritted his teeth, "You angered me, really angered me! Soon you will regret this, for a long, long time!"
The speed of Qianye's escape this time was indeed not fast. Zalun chased him very easily, and within ten minutes the distance between the two sides was reduced to within 100 meters. Qianye didn't look back the whole time. He seemed to know that he was going to be overtaken at this moment. He suddenly exploded with strength and accelerated, and his instantaneous speed was almost the same as that of Zalen.
Zaron sneered from the bottom of his heart, he wanted to see how long this little knight could sustain such an outburst.
Qianye ran wildly while waiting. It was impossible for Eagle Strike's shot to cause much damage to a general, but Qianye clearly saw bleeding wounds on Zalen's hand, and the angry Viscount ignored the two small cuts.
Even in the explosive state, Qianye's speed was still a bit slower than Zaron's, and the distance between the two sides kept getting closer, from 100 meters to 50 meters, and then to 30 meters.
If Zaron doesn't hesitate to injure his body in a short period of time, and uses the ability of blood burst, he can reach Qianye in a blink of an eye. But he is a viscount, how could he use such a desperate method of blood burst when chasing down a little knight? If this matter gets out, he will probably become a laughing stock in the clan, not to mention Zalen must save face in front of the descendants of the Dracula clan.
Just when Zaron was thinking about how to torture this nasty little knight once he was caught, he was suddenly shocked and almost fell to the ground. He just felt wet and sticky around his mouth and face, and felt unspeakably uncomfortable. He stretched out his hand to wipe it, and was shocked to see that the palm of his hand was full of stinky black blood.
Zaron's shock was no small matter, and he felt something burning in his body, and the burning pain came in bursts, and his arms swelled directly.
Qianye in front of him keenly sensed that Zalun's steps were different, and when he looked back, it turned out that the blood poison had finally exploded. He immediately pulled out the twin flowers, reloaded, fired, reloaded, and fired again at the fastest speed.
The twin flowers kept ringing, and the bewitching red and white flowers bloomed and stalked in the void again and again, pouring rounds of force bombs on Zalen.
However, this round of slamming had little effect. Although Zaron was beaten back step by step, under the continuous bombardment, most of the scrapped armor was torn apart, and the vitality of his body was flickered. If Zaron was not fighting the blood poison in his body, these could only be regarded as flesh wounds.
Although Qianye had expected it in his heart, he was still shocked at this moment. Only in such a frontal battle did he truly appreciate the terrifying power of the general. The almost omnipotent Eagle Strike and Twin Flowers lost their effect. Maybe only Shining Light Fang has the effect of breaking the defense, but Qianye would never want to fight a blood viscount in close combat.
In the blink of an eye, all the original force bombs Qianye had stored were exhausted, leaving only an iron bullet box in his pocket. He instinctively opened the iron box, let the Force bounce into his palm, then filled it with twin flowers, and pulled the trigger.