The old man of the blood race looked at Qianye, his face that had always been calm, but now he was very solemn, as if he was facing a big enemy, and when he heard the question from the youth of the blood race, he replied: "They are all finished."
"What?! This is impossible, we have so many people outside!" The vampire youth yelled loudly, his fingers twitching nervously, and he pressed the gorgeous vampire blade in the sheath around his waist.
Qianye withdrew his gaze from the blood clan old earl, then looked at the blood clan youth, paused on the emblem of the Monroe clan, and said, "Are you the leader here?"
The blood clan youth raised his head proudly, and said, "That's right! I am from the ancient Monroe clan..."
He was interrupted by Qianye before he finished speaking: "It is enough to know that you are the head, your name is meaningless."
After finishing speaking, Qianye grasped the hilt of the sword, and Dongyue slowly unsheathed it. This hand was made by Lu Lao, a famous soldier who combined the highest skills of Zhao and Song, and only now has he regained his edge.
The many dark powerhouses in the castle hall were shocked and put on full alert. They all felt the pressure as heavy as a mountain and as vast as a sea emanating from the human race in front of them. No matter where he charged, the attack would be earth-shattering, and no one dared to stop it lightly.
But Qianye stood there without moving, only leaned forward slightly, and then swung his sword horizontally, slashing at the blood youth on the throne.
The eyes of the old man of the blood race suddenly lit up, and he yelled, "Master, be careful!" He jumped on his body, and stabbed the empty space in front of the youth of the blood race with a very thin stabbing sword.
There was nothing in the direction pointed by the stabbing sword, but suddenly a faint and almost invisible ripple appeared, swinging towards the throne on the high platform unabated. The sword of the old man of the blood clan slashed on the ripples, and suddenly burst out an extremely intense blood light, dyeing the entire hall scarlet!
At this moment, all the dark powerhouses in the hall felt trembling from their souls, as if they were drowning in a sea of blood.
When the blood in everyone's field of vision faded away, only the old earl of Monroe turned pale and flew back to the blood youth, but he still couldn't stand firmly and took several steps back. The rapier in his hand has turned into a pile of scrap metal, falling into pieces, while his skinny hands are constantly shaking.
The blood race youth was still standing in front of the throne, staring blankly at Qianye, with one hand stretched forward, as if trying to grab something. His eyes were a little dull, and he murmured, "You can't kill me, my youngest sister, but... princess..."
His body was suddenly staggered by the waist, split into two halves, the lower body was still standing, but the upper body slipped to the ground. Behind him, the throne made of mixed metals suddenly clicked, and the high back of the chair showed a cross-section, slowly toppled over, and hit the ground with a bang.
With a slight shake of Qianye's hands, Dongyue's sword edge trembled, making a clear and resonant sound, and then slowly fell down, pointing to the ground.
Nirvana Slash!
With the power of a half-step condensed warrior, the Nirvana Slash swung by Dongyue no longer had the astonishing momentum that aroused the world in the past, but it became more concise and unstoppable.
Only this sword, few people under the Iron Curtain can stop it.
In the castle hall, there are more than a dozen dark and strong men with titles, including several viscounts, and even two first-class viscounts, a werewolf and a blood clan. But Qianye turned a blind eye to the many dark powerhouses and walked straight to the high platform of the throne.
Old Earl Monroe pointed at Qianye and shouted sharply: "The young master is dead. If you don't kill this man, none of you will survive! His kind of attack can't be made a few times, let's go together and kill him!"
Many dark powerhouses in the hall rushed over as if they had just woken up from a dream, and with various skills, they turned into beams of original force and blasted towards Qianye.
Qianye had already walked through the center of the hall at this moment. The scarlet origin force radiated from his body, holding Dongyue upside down with both hands, kneeling on one knee, and stabbing his sword deeply into the ground.
The crimson light suddenly flourished and became more and more intense. Dots of golden starbursts emerged from it, and then revolved around Qianye continuously, and began to spread rapidly around, filling most of the hall in an instant, like an asteroid belt falling from the top of the world forever night.
No matter what kind of attack, when encountering these golden starbursts, they all melted away. Many stars disappear, but more stars will emerge.
"Dawn dawns!" Old Earl Monroe recognized the origin of these golden starlights at a glance, and his expression changed drastically.
He barely raised his trembling hands, pulled out the sword from the dead blood youth, and slashed three blood-colored sword lights at Qianyexu, while shouting loudly: "Kill him! Killing him is a great achievement, the level of the council Great work!"
Council level, that is, the meritorious service given by the Eternal Night Council, is the highest level reward in the entire Eternal Night camp. So upon hearing the term council level, almost everyone in the hall turned red-eyed, struggling to break through the starlight, and charged towards Qianye.
But none of them noticed that Qianye's clear pupils had turned azure blue, cold and heartless, without the slightest ups and downs of thoughts.
Countless blood lines quietly appeared from Qianye's body, spreading all over the castle hall in an instant, piercing through the many dark warriors surrounding him.
Vitality plunder!
This terrifying ability reappeared, the blood lines were much stronger than before, both in quantity and penetration. In the entire castle hall, almost all the soldiers were powerless to resist. Only the werewolf who was the first-class viscount was so powerful that he cut off most of the blood lines flying towards him, but several blood lines still passed through his body. One of them pierced his abdomen.
The old Earl Monroe next to the collapsed throne blocked almost all the blood lines, except for the one that penetrated his left arm. When Qianye withdrew the blood line, the old earl yelled, his face was completely drained of blood, and his breath suddenly weakened. He cut through the wall behind him without hesitation, walked through the wall and across the room, and fled in a blink of an eye, not even daring to look back.
Countless blood lines returned to Qianye's body again, and there was only one person standing in the entire hall, that was the werewolf first-class viscount. He had transformed into a werewolf fighting form, so he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, only opened and closed his big mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make any sound.
The werewolf began to stagger and move towards the door step by step, seemingly wanting to escape, but its moving speed was slower than that of an ordinary old man.
Qianye still maintained the posture of kneeling with his sword on the ground, motionless, turning a blind eye to the werewolf struggling towards the door.
At this moment, the essence and blood in his body were unprecedentedly full, and it seemed that just one more drop would explode. The blood core was pulsating rapidly, barely containing the huge amount of blood essence brought back by the vitality plunder. At the same time, the Xuan Pian of Song's ancient scroll was also running at high speed, and the deep black vortex had expanded to the limit, constantly sucking blood and blood into drops of dark force.
Although Qianye's running speed of the second chapter of Xuanyao was several times faster after he was successfully promoted to Warlord, but suddenly he swallowed the huge blood of several viscounts in one gulp, and he also felt a little indigestion, but as long as he slowed down a little, he would be fine. It can melt most of it.
In the middle of the hall, Qianye remained silent. The gate of the castle's main building was within reach. The werewolf viscount seemed to see hope, and the last flame was ignited in his eyes, and he even moved a little faster. However, when he barely wanted to cross the threshold, he finally couldn't hold on, and fell down, unable to get up again.
Qianye remained motionless, concentrating on activating the Xuanpian, constantly digesting the essence and blood. Taking down this castle means basically breaking through the first three areas. In this war zone, there should be very few remaining dark powerhouses. Although he still couldn't find any trace of Bai Kongzhao, for Qianye, he had achieved his expected goal.
When the castle bell rang nine times and the night was getting dark, Qianye's body shook slightly, and he finally moved. He slowly opened his eyes, and a pair of small golden wings flashed away in the depths of his pupils.
At this moment, a feather condensed on the primordial wing again, which also meant that another primordial spear could be blasted out. With it in hand, Qianye no longer needs to be afraid of anyone under the Iron Curtain.
Qianye's pupils had always been as blue and deep as the sea on the eve of a storm, and only then did their brilliance fade away. He stood up slowly, pulled out Dongyue, pointed his sword at the ground obliquely, put on a guard posture, and said lightly: "Since you are here, come out."
A sigh came from outside the gate of the castle, passing through the courtyard and the hall, as if right next to my ear.
Under the Iron Curtain, it is dark gray no matter day or night, but at this moment, there seems to be a moonlight outside the castle, a misty silver light like flowing water, and like mist, slowly spreading over the high walls, destroyed gates, dyed Bloody soil and piled corpses.
A tall and handsome young man with blond hair stepped out of the silver mist and headed straight towards the main hall of the castle. The moonlight-like silver mist slowly gathered around him and disappeared.
William passed through the corpses of dark warriors, occasionally stopping, turning over the corpses of several werewolves, watching them for a while, and then moving on again.
At the entrance of the hall, William helped up the werewolf viscount. He was stunned for a while, then sighed, and said, "Viscount Auve, I remember that he was a real warrior. I didn't expect to be here and in this way." see him."
Qianye looked at William, "I promised you to take care of the werewolves when possible, but I can't make sure that they don't fight back when they rush towards me."
William raised his head, his blue-gray eyes were somewhat bleak, "I know. I just think that he shouldn't be here. Just a few years ago, although Auf was stubborn and stupid, at least he still insisted on the ancient tradition of werewolves , will not compromise with the generational blood feud."
From William's words, some secrets between the dark races were vaguely revealed. He didn't need to say it clearly, Qianye understood what he meant.
The hatred between werewolves and vampires is no less than that between humans. As a member of the diehards, Auf appeared in the castle of the Monroe clan and served the enemy, which showed from the side that the situation of many werewolf tribes was not optimistic. Moreover, these werewolves were not natives of the chaotic land of Eternal Night, but dark aristocrats from the upper continent.
William stretched out his hand to close Auf's eyes that were still open, stood up, glanced into the hall, and said meaningfully: "I thought it might be too late to get your body back. Or be more optimistic and see you Seriously injured and escaped. But I never thought that it would be such a result that you killed all these people?"
Qianye said calmly: "There seems to be no one else here."
William looked across the hall and landed on the side of the collapsed throne on the high platform, raised his eyebrows, pointed at the blood youth's corpse, and said, "Should there be a protector beside that trash who is known for his arrogance? "
"There is a third-class earl, but he has escaped now."
William's eyes were no longer as deep and unfathomable as before, and there seemed to be streams of light rolling in his blue-gray pupils. He looked Qianye up and down, and asked, "You have already defeated the third-class earl? That is the real earl of the Monroe clan. "
Qianye didn't answer, but just stared at William.
Under the eyes of True Sight, the original force in William's body was still going towards a mass of darkness with a fiery aura, and Qianye's heart trembled slightly, which meant that William's level was more than three levels higher than his.
However, the part that protruded through the body was still visible. Qianye saw William's force overflowing the body surface, slowly expanding and contracting around his body, which was a fighting posture ready to attack at any time.