Kuang Ya's eyes widened suddenly, and he opened his big mouth involuntarily, spewing out everything he ate and drank that night, pouring it all over the heads and faces of the audience behind Qianye.
Qianye threw out his right fist again, and hit Kuang Ya's abdomen again. Kuangya finally couldn't take it anymore, his knees softened, and he knelt heavily on the ground. Qianye grabbed Kuangya's hair, lifted his face up, and then smashed it hard with a head hammer!
Amidst the sound of cracking bones, Kuang Fang's face was in a mess, his nose was completely smashed back into his face, and blood, wine, and vomit mixed together and flowed everywhere.
There was a sudden silence in the tavern. Everyone knew how hard a werewolf's head was, but they didn't expect Kuangya to be smashed into the face by Qianye's head hammer.
Qianye got excited and hit a head hammer. After he had had enough of his addiction, a pungent smell suddenly hit his face. Only then did he remember that Kuang Fang had just spat out, his face turned pale, and he almost vomited out from nausea.
Qianye fished it back, grabbed a piece of cloth, pulled it hard and tore it off, and quickly wiped off the dirt on his face.
Behind Qianye is a vampire girl with a cold face, wearing very little clothes, and a plump figure that is rare among vampires. Qianye almost ripped off all her clothes. The blood girl not only didn't take it seriously, but her eyes were full of charm, and she twisted her body and leaned towards Qianye.
It's a pity that before she could get close, she heard a bang, and a wine bottle exploded on her head. The blood girl shook and fell to the ground. Behind her, Yetong snorted and threw the half of the wine bottle aside.
By the time Qianye wiped his face, Kuangya had already recovered from the dizziness, and the werewolf's recovery ability was truly terrifying. He had already fallen into a state of rage, suddenly turned into a werewolf form, his body size skyrocketed, and his head even hit the ceiling of the bar directly!
Qianye didn't say much, and rushed straight up, punching Kuangya's abdomen again!
This time, there was a scene that shocked the audience. The original force of Kuangya's body shield was pierced by Qianye's punch, and his forearm was completely submerged into Kuangya's body again. With Crazy Fang's strength, even an origin force gun below level 5 can't blast his protective origin force, but he was pierced by a punch, how can it not be shocking
Kuangya's eyes protruded, and he didn't spit out anything this time. His eyes were full of disbelief and shock, his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground again.
Qianye reached out and grabbed the hair on the top of Mad Fang Wolf's head, and pressed it down. With a bang, the wolf's head smashed through the bar and fell to the ground, with half of his head missing in the floor. Qianye pulled up the wolf's head and smashed it into the ground again. Once, twice, three times, every dull sound seemed to knock on the bottom of the hearts of the people around.
Kuangya still refused to faint, still instinctively struggling crazily, Qianye almost couldn't hold it back. At this moment, a wine bottle suddenly appeared in front of Qianye's eyes, he took it without thinking, and smashed it hard on Kuangya's head.
The wine bottle shattered, and Kuangya was still struggling violently. The werewolf's head is harder than steel, and the damage of this wine bottle is negligible.
Yetong looked around, and his eyes fell on a cast iron wine tank behind the bar. This guy looked big, strong, and heavy enough.
"Old man, give way!" Nighteye pushed the old nerubian away, and lifted the thick wine jar with one hand.
"Wait! That's..." The old nerubian was startled, and hurriedly tried to stop him, but he was a step too late, Yetong had already handed the wine jar to Qianye.
"Thank you." Qianye took the wine jar and slammed it on Kuangya's head with a bang, causing the thick wine jar to collapse immediately.
"You're welcome." Yetong replied politely.
The werewolf's head was indeed hard enough, and Kuangya's skull was not broken after being hit by this blow. But he struggled a few times, then stopped moving, and finally passed out.
Qianye let out a breath and stood up, only feeling refreshed and half sober from the wine.
But it seemed that the troubles were not over yet. Baroque led a group of blood races to stop Qianye, and said coldly, "Boy, do you want to leave now? Kneel down for me!"
A blood energy with some ancient aura rose from Baroque's body, and rushed towards Qianye fiercely. Baroque had to rely on his deeper blood and the superior blood power from the ancient clan to force Qianye to make him succumb.
The power of bloodline suppression among blood clans is much stronger than that of the other three major races. Even if they are not direct descendants, the upper bloodlines will exert obvious pressure on the lower bloodlines. The greater the gap in rank, the more obvious the coercion. Blood clans in marginal areas such as Yongye may be directly suppressed and lose the ability to resist when they meet the direct descendants of the twelve ancient clans. Therefore, among the four major races, the hierarchy of blood races has always been the strictest.
When Qianye beat Kuangya hard just now, Baroque had already discovered that Qianye's aura was particularly fresh, which was a sign of just coagulated blood core. Although Kuangya fell under Qianye's hands, Baroque still didn't give up. He wanted to directly suppress Qianye by relying on his 12 ancient clan's blood and rank advantages. Even Qianye has some background, so he can't compete with each other.
Baroque's blood rushed to his body, and the blood in Qianye's body boiled instantly. To them, this was the most direct provocation. In the past, any blood energy that dared to enter Qianye's body could not escape the fate of being completely torn apart and devoured.
Qianye felt restless in his heart, and an indescribably domineering murderous aura welled up in his heart. He couldn't bear it any longer, and responded with a beast-like roar at Baroque!
The extremely rich blood energy from Qianye's body burst out, sweeping away Baroque's blood energy, covering the entire bar in an instant.
Baroque's face turned pale in an instant, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer in his heart, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Baroque could barely support himself standing, but the vampires under him couldn't. Amidst the sound of plopping, several vampires knelt heavily on the ground, and the weakest ones simply passed out.
Qianye's face was full of murderous looks, and he lifted Baroque as soon as he stretched out his hand, and fell heavily to the ground. The fall was so heavy that the entire bar trembled, and a huge hole in the shape of a human was smashed out of the rocky ground!
With the strength of a baroque second-class viscount, his body is actually harder than a rock, yet he still hasn't passed out. He struggled to get up, but Qianye stepped on his head, exerted strength from his feet, and with a sound, Baroque's entire head fell into the stone slab. This heavy blow, Baroque couldn't take it anymore, and passed out.
The fierceness in Qianye's heart hadn't faded away. He stepped on Baroque's head and scanned the audience, only to find that only a dozen people in the bar were still able to stand. Qianye's burst of blood energy just now was suppressed to the ground.
This was the first time Qianye suppressed an opponent with blood energy, and the effect was unexpectedly good, even unbelievably good. Qianye woke up halfway from his drunkenness again, and was suddenly a little thankful, fortunately, it was only the purple blood energy that erupted, and the dark gold blood energy was not moved at all. If the dark gold blood energy also erupts, I am afraid that there will be few people standing here.
In the end, it was the nerubian old man who broke the silence: "You two, you broke so many things of me, and pay for the wine, let's pay for it together. Oh, by the way, the tin can is the base wine that I have hidden for decades , must also be counted on your heads.”
Qianye touched his body, his face suddenly changed. All the money on his body was used to buy equipment, and now there is only one blood crystal all over his body, and the quality is not very good. This place is so special, and that kind of colorful wine is actually very rare. No matter how you think about it, you know there is more than one blood crystal. There is also the iron can that Qianye smashed on Kuangya's head, the overflowing aroma of the wine is very pleasant, obviously it is not a good product that can be found anywhere. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, you can't take something out of Anduya's mysterious space, right
Qianye was a little embarrassed, and asked Yetong in a low voice: "Do you have money to pay?"
"No."
"Then what should we do?" Qianye was suddenly worried.
"Run." Yetong was always straightforward, and fled after pulling Qianye.
The two ran wildly all the way, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
"Stop!!" Some people in the bar still had some thoughts about Qianye and Yetong, so they chased after them.
They had just started, and suddenly they all fell to the ground with a plop. After the fall, these people found that their feet were entangled with a thin spider's thread at some point. It was the thread that kept them all in the bar. It protruded out of nowhere, so thin it was almost invisible, but so incredibly strong that not even the Viscount could tear it off.
In the entire bar, there was only one spider demon. When these people looked at the old man again, their expressions all changed.
The old man looked at the direction where Qianye and Yetong were fleeing, and said to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Nana's descendants? Does Nana have descendants?"
At this moment, in the middle of a lofty and empty hall, on the Black Iron Throne, a petite girl who was so beautiful that she seemed to be nothing in the world slowly opened her eyes. Her pupils were scarlet with thick purple. She frowned slightly, and looked at the void with some doubts. Just for a moment, there seemed to be something resonating with her. That feeling was both distant and close, both familiar and strange.
In the small town, Qianye and Yetong ran wildly all the way, and ran to a remote corner in a blink of an eye. They were both relieved when they saw that no one followed.
The two looked at each other for a while, then suddenly laughed, laughed for a while, and asked at the same time: "Why do you..."
Halfway through the speech, they tacitly stopped at the same time and remained silent. Although they met here by chance, the reason why the two came here is self-evident, both for the bloody battle.
"The blood in your body..."
Qianye smiled and said, "The body is already half-blood, but I'm still human."
Yetong also smiled, "I know." It's just that there was something else hidden in her smile.
This topic was too heavy, and the two of them fell silent again. Yetong suddenly turned to look at Qianye, and asked, "Have you drank too much?"
"Yes." Qianye said truthfully. His mind is still in a state of wandering, it has been like this since the first cup.
"That's good." Yetong's eyes were as bright as stars, and he suddenly hugged Qianye and sealed his mouth.
Qianye was taken aback and was immediately at a loss.
It's not that he's inexperienced, but in front of Yetong, he's always inexplicably worried, worried that he might do something wrong and make her unhappy. Perhaps because of this, at this moment, Qianye was still afraid, not daring to hug her back. He was afraid that Yetong would disappear if he hugged her.
Qianye had never been so afraid.