The purple sky fire in Zhao Jundu's eyes jumped, and he followed Li Kuanglan's gaze calmly, and said calmly, "I don't want to be troublesome, but I'm just worried that your methods are not clean enough, and there will inevitably be fish that slip through the net, so I can help."
Li Kuanglan's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he said coldly: "Even if there are a few miscellaneous fish struggling to their death, they still can't escape from my master's grasp. Don't bother you!"
Zhao Jundu stood frozen in the air, he didn't intend to leave for a moment, and asked casually, "Really? I wonder which miscellaneous fish Mr. Kuanglan planned to kill first?"
"Of course it's those two demon descendants." Li Kuanglan replied without hesitation.
Zhao Jundu was startled, apparently a little surprised, and said, "Oh, Mr. Kuanglan is so strong, would you rather get hurt?"
Just now, both Zhao Jundu and Li Kuanglan could see clearly that among the several viscounts, two demon-borns intended to use secret methods to escape, and the direction was Qianye and the demon-born earl. The three blood clans intended to fight back against Li Kuanglan, and wanted to force Li Kuanglan to give up a way of life with the force of their death. If they couldn't escape, they would have to bite him hard before dying even if they exploded their blood core.
If Li Kuanglan planned to kill the demons first, he would use his own body to resist the attacks of the three blood viscounts. Although Li Kuanglan's original force is far superior to his opponents, like most human warriors, he has no specialty in physical defense. Even counting advanced armor and original force defense, the near-death blows of the three blood viscounts are much more At least you will be injured.
After being said by Zhao Jundu, Li Kuanglan realized that there was something wrong with what he said just now, and immediately laughed a few times, and said, "Who is this son, even a few blood races want to hurt me?"
Originally, Li Kuanglan thought that Zhao Jundu's sarcasm would inevitably come from such a pretentious scene, but he didn't expect Zhao Jundu to actually nod his head and say "That's right", making Li Kuanglan almost think he heard it wrong.
For a while, Li Kuanglan didn't know what to say, and the two stood facing each other, falling into silence.
Both Li Kuanglan and Zhao Jundu were outstanding among the younger generation of the empire. They were not only powerful in battle, but also extremely intelligent and sharp. After a moment of silence, they both noticed that the other was behaving strangely, which meant that neither of them meant to leave.
Zhao Jundu spoke first, "The enemy is rampant, Mr. Kuanglan, please go ahead."
Li Kuanglan heheed twice, and said: "This place has an excellent view, and it happens to be in charge of the overall situation. This son can also be condescending and see how the battle is going. But fourth son Zhao, why waste time here?"
Having said that, both of them involuntarily glanced at the ruins. They are all talented, although their movements are subtle, but since they became suspicious, they immediately sensed each other's intentions.
In the ruins below, there is a bottomless hole that has penetrated through an unknown number of floors. It was created by Qianye and the Earl of the Demon Race. It's just that the original force in the depths of the cave is extremely violent and disordered, and it is impossible to detect the battle situation below.
Zhao Jundu and Li Kuanglan had known each other for a long time, although they felt that the other party would not be able to attack behind the scenes, but due to the relationship between the Zhao Clan and the Li family, neither of them was willing to leave their backs to the other party, and there was a stalemate for a while.
Zhao Jundu's tone turned cold, and he said, "Young Master Kuanglan, why don't you speak up. Qianye is a member of my Zhao Clan. I want to go down and have a look, but it's inconvenient for you to stay here. Please go ahead."
Li Kuanglan also sneered, "Qianye didn't sell himself to the Zhao Clan, so why is he considered a member of the Zhao Clan? If you can afford the price, I can afford it. Besides, I just want to see it here. What about looking at the scenery?"
Zhao Jundu's expression darkened, and the edge of the clear water blade gradually lengthened. The cold air around Li Kuanglan's body was bitter, and patches of frost slowly condensed from the nothingness.
At this moment, in the depths of the castle, Qianye and the Earl of the Devil were fighting close to each other, surrounded by collapsed ruins, Dongyue's epee could not be used at all, and the Earl of the Devil's long sword became a burden. Although the two sides held their weapons tightly, they mostly fought each other with their bodies, fists and feet.
After a few hits, the Earl of the Demon Race began to complain. Every part of Qianye's body was harder than fine steel, shoulder strikes, head hammers, elbow strikes, and knee strikes were extremely heavy. Every impact made him feel as if he had hit a mountain while running at full speed.
In a blink of an eye, the Earl of the Demon Race became dizzy, his bones creaked, and one of his little fingers turned out abnormally.
The Earl of the Demon Race knew clearly that he was using his own weaknesses against the enemy's strengths, but he couldn't reverse the situation. He couldn't find a chance to get rid of Qianye's stormy melee attack at all, and the fields of the two sides were also stalemate. The Earl felt as if he was in the deep sea, being pushed down by the huge water pressure. It would take a lot of effort not to sink, let alone be impossible Floating into the air, widening the distance between the two sides.
Seeing that his defense began to loosen, and he was on the verge of collapse. In despair, the earl of the devil suddenly opened his vertical pupils again, and the golden eyes were bloodshot.
The giant star-eyed python reappeared, and a mouthful of black air as thick as thick soup sprayed towards Qianye, enveloping Qianye's whole body. As soon as the black breath came out, the face of the Earl of the Demon Race immediately turned pale, and wrinkles quickly covered his entire face. In an instant, he seemed to be hundreds of years old, and his breath became extremely weak.
Crazy joy flashed in his eyes, staring at the wriggling black air in front of him. This is the essence of his life's practice, like a bee's stinger, he will not be far away from death if he spews it out, but it is correspondingly powerful. Even if a human warrior who is three levels higher than him is hit, he will definitely die, and he will turn into a bone in a few minutes.
The Demon Count braced his body, his eyes widened, and he must see Qianye's corpse with his own eyes before he would die willingly.
The wriggling of the black air suddenly became violent, and several dark golden lights shot out from the black air, and then swirled continuously, cutting gaps in the black air like sharp knives. Blood dripped from the vertical pupils of the Earl of the Demon Race, and seeped into his eyes. In the dark red blood mist, he could hardly believe what he saw.
The black energy that condensed the essence of his life's talent is actually a special force, and of course the dark golden light is also. This means that in the struggle at the level of force, his talent and magic energy were not only defeated, but also defeated simply and without a trace. suspense. Looking at the two camps of Eternal Night and Dawn, there are only a few legendary top-level original forces that can do it.
Stretched out a pair of hands in the black air, tore it in half at once! The squirming black demonic energy actually let out a shrill scream, as if it had a soul, and the earl of the demon descendant also trembled all over, as if feeling the same intense pain.
Qianye walked out of the demonic energy. His battle robe was torn all over his body, and several large holes were etched into his armor. His exposed skin was bloody and bloody. But since Qianye had won the competition at the origin level, these were just minor wounds, and they would heal soon.
Sure enough, dark golden light floated all over Qianye's body, and clusters of dense dark golden mist gathered around the wound. The remaining dark devilish energy was wiped away, and it could be seen that the flesh and blood in the bone wound began to grow wildly. This recovery speed It should never happen to humans at all.
The Demon Earl suddenly shook his whole body, pointed at the dark golden light floating on Qianye's body, and said in a trembling voice: "You, you are not human! Blood race, native species!! Despicable..."
It wasn't until this time that the Earl of the Devils discovered that those dark golden rays of light were not the force of dawn, but blood! A kind of blood energy that he had never heard of before. Its grade was so high that it could easily crush his innate devil energy. It is also the power of the eternal night side, and the resistance of the high-grade blood energy to the magic energy is stronger than that of the pure force of the dawn side.
The earl's increasingly high-pitched voice stopped abruptly, Qianye took a step forward, and the blood-sucking blade pierced directly into his Force Furnace. The earl's beard and beard were stunned, full of shock, hatred and unwillingness, but he couldn't even utter a single syllable. The light in his eyes gradually faded, and a drop of black blood as thick as ink leaked from the vertical pupil between his brows, and he died.
Only a drop of blood essence flowed from the vampire blade.
This drop of blood essence was so heavy that Qianye's hand holding the blood-sucking blade sank downwards. He felt like a drop of burning mercury rolled into his body, and the blood immediately boiled wherever it passed, and even the dark gold blood energy became active. Incomparably, he suddenly entered a state of boiling blood.
Qianye opened his mouth suddenly, and let out a mouthful of stale air stagnant in his chest. But what he spewed out was actually a ball of fire!
Everywhere in Qianye's body was scorching hot, every corner seemed to be burning. The drop of blood essence from the Earl of the Devil has melted, following the galloping blood vessels and merging into every muscle in his body. Stimulated by it, Qianye's blood core began to pulsate strongly, strands of burning gold blood continuously poured out from the blood core, not only covering the torso, but also spreading to the surroundings.
Suddenly there was an unbearable itching from the blood core, as if something broke out of the ground one after another after the rain.
Qianye sank his consciousness into his body, and saw that new crystal grains were constantly being formed deep in the blood core, and the blood core also increased accordingly. In the blink of an eye, it expanded by at least one-third, and the crystal grains on it also became larger. Much bigger. The ancient essence originally embedded in the wound has become smaller, as if absorbed by the blood core.
As the blood nucleus completed its growth, the heat in Qianye's body finally calmed down. He moved his body, only to feel that every corner was filled with explosive power. He casually grabbed at the ruins and immediately snapped off a corner from the hard stone slab, as easily as digging out a piece of tofu. Qianye twirled his fingers, and the stone turned into powder. During this process, he didn't even use force deliberately.
Plopping, the blood core suddenly shrank like a heart, Qianye was in a trance for a while, his consciousness unconsciously entered a familiar space, and the river of blood appeared before his eyes again, accompanied by a ray of mysterious and deep power, countless inherited knowledge flooded like a tide into his mind.
Above the ruins, Zhao Jundu and Li Kuanglan, who were confronting each other, changed their expressions drastically at the same time, and looked up at the sky. Above the sky, in the void, it seems that a mysterious door has been opened, and an indescribable ancient, desolate, and wild atmosphere is pouring down.
It was the breath that made them tremble, cold and powerful, as if it had carried hundreds of millions of years.
At this moment, on the distant Twilight Continent, the wine glass in Habs' hand suddenly shattered, and the scarlet wine splashed onto his master-made dress. This kind of thing actually happened to Prince Habs who had just been crowned with the title of Fire Crown. It can be seen how shocked he was at this moment.
There was an instant silence in the hall, and all eyes were on Habs. The instantaneous fluctuation of blood energy in the crown of fire seemed to cause an invisible storm, which almost suffocated all the guests in the hall.
Among the people closest to the throne, there was a respectable old blood clan. Although he only had the rank of marquis so far, he was an old retainer who watched Habs grow up from a young age. In the solemn atmosphere of the audience, he boldly took two steps forward and asked, "Your Highness, what happened?"
Habs looked around and saw that everyone was looking at him. He thought for a while and said, "I don't know if this is good news or bad news. Just now, I felt the breath of the river of blood again, but I don't know Who touched the power of the holy river."
With a bang, the hall suddenly boiled!