The battle of the blood race is like the shuttle of ghosts, if it is the naked eye of ordinary humans, it is almost impossible to catch the slightest trace.
At this moment, Lafayette was furious when she saw Lilisi being hit by Drogba.
The blood flames all over his body violently, waving a huge torture axe, rushed to Drogba again!
"Blood collapse!"
The torture axe brought up a large thick cloud of blood stinking, like an iceberg and snow avalanche, and the force of wind and thunder poured toward Drogba's location!
Drogba grinned, "A magic weapon with such a murderous intent, in your hands, is violent!"
After speaking, all the clothes on Drogba's body were torn and shattered, and the muscles of his body were unexpectedly bulged, glowing with a dark metallic luster!
"bring it on!"
Drogba roared, and unavoidably greeted the blood cloud that could swallow everything and corrode!
What shocked Lafayette was that when the blood cloud touched Drogba's body, it was completely blocked by a strange force, and he couldn't hurt him at all!
How could it be... this body! Not the body of the blood race!
Lafayette suddenly realized that Drogba was completely reborn!
But he didn't have time to hesitate, brandishing the torture axe, and after tearing open the blood cloud, with a full slash, it struck Drogba's shoulder and neck diagonally!
Drogba raised a hand without hesitation, and the mysterious power surged to catch Xing Fu alive!
"Humph" Drogba grinned and said, "It's too weak."
When the words fell, Drogba's body had already rushed forward, and a fist slammed into Lafayette's chest in mid-air!
"flutter!"
penetrate!
Lafayette glared with anger, roared, and quickly turned back!
Because it didn't hit Lafayette's heart, it seemed that it was deliberately not directly killed, so as a blood clan, Lafayette did not die directly.
But Lafayette was extremely horrified that the wound he was pierced could not be recovered immediately by the powerful power of the blood family!
That unfathomable force constantly blocked the repair of his own body, allowing the precious blood of the blood race to continuously flow out of the wound.
"This is... what kind of power... You are still not a blood clan!?" Lafayette asked harshly.
Drogba ignored him, but turned around, facing the direction of the sea.
Lili, who had just been thrown into the sea, did not know when she had reappeared on the beach, panting heavily, and her mouth was still pouting with blood.
The butcher knife in his hand emits dazzling blood, and Lilisi licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a drip of wet blond hair kept dripping.
It was originally a beautiful picture of the combination of sexy and wild, but because of the murderous atmosphere, it became extremely weird.
"Lilisi, you know that I have always liked you, how about it? I will spoil you if I want to be my blood slave..." Drogba smiled evilly.
"Although the Zmich clan is only a nasty Mozu clan, and looks a little ugly, it is a blood clan, Drogba, you are not good at being the young patriarch of your Zmich clan, but you come to follow the stupid You have turned yourself into a biochemical machine. Your brain is really bad. No wonder, as a sixth-generation pure-blood, you have lived for hundreds of years and you are just an earl."
"Women, why don't you come with me, what is the Zmich!? I am no longer the Drogba who used to hide when I saw you! Strength is supreme! You can't beat me, and your Lao Tzu won't be my opponent. Now I, it is only a matter of time to unify the blood! At that time, I will let all those rotten old men know that I am the most glorious offspring!" Drogba laughed wildly.
Lilisi sneered: "I'm less proud, I admit, because you have become a monster now, neither Lafayette nor I are your opponents, but you are not only the blood that betrayed, but you also provoke people who shouldn't be offended... It is definitely not you who will survive today."
"Oh? What you said... Isn't it the one who pretends to be the Pluto, Yang Chen?" Drogba scratched his ears, disdainfully.
Lili frowned and looked at Drogba's indifferent expression. Although he had great confidence in Yang Chen, he also felt quite weird.
At this time, Lafayette, who was seriously injured, staggered to his feet, raised the torture axe with fading blood, and gasped: "Lilisi, let's go together, his kind of evil power is not continuous... "
"Really naive descendants of the Bruch clan..." Drogba sneered: "Come on, look at you, who can't stand still, what else can you do except your mouth."
Lafayette was furious, enduring the violent pain, and was about to fight for his life, but heard the sound of the motor of the car coming from the distance.
Drogba and Lilisi also looked towards the distance of the beach, and a black BMW x6 drove over quickly.
The car stopped abruptly, and after squeezing into a parking space, opened the door, and Yang Chen, dressed in casual clothes, got out of the car without a hassle.
Looking around at the three people tens of meters away, Yang Chen smiled and waved his lower arm, and greeted as he walked: "It's okay to catch up, there is a traffic jam on the road. You know, my wife hasn't woken up yet. It’s a bit time-consuming to put her on the sofa without waking her up, but fortunately it’s not too late..."
Lili let out a sigh of relief, and a relaxed smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
But Lafayette looked extremely angry, Yang Chen actually knew that they were here. Obviously Lilisi had communicated to Yang Chen, which was equivalent to not acknowledging his Lafayette's strength.
The arrogant Lafayette did not expect that if it were not for this interruption, his head might have moved.
"Pluto?" Drogba grinned: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Yang Chen didn't pay attention to him at all. Instead, it was difficult to stand firm when he walked to the station. Next to Lafayette, who was bleeding too much, smiled and asked, "Are you dying?"
Lafa's leaves were like ashes, and he snorted coldly: "You don't need to worry about it! If you have the ability, you can defeat this guy! Then I will admit that you are better than me!"
Yang Chen still smiled, but a cold light flashed in his eyes, "It seems that you are still some distance away from death, so let's... I'll give you a ride..."
Before Lafayette understood it, he had no chance to think!
One of Yang Chen's left hand, from top to bottom, was directly next to Lafayette's forehead!
"Puff!"
There was a loud bang!
Lafayette's entire body was like a meat sausage that was smashed and exploded, half of his body was shattered into a pile of dross!
The head was severely injured and burst directly into his stomach!
Gradually, in the sun, the body of this blood race dries quickly, turning into a pile of coke and burning in the sun!
Lilisi and Drogba didn't react when they saw this scene, until Yang Chen had withdrawn his bloody hands, they all started thinking!
"Why... Why!?"
Lilisi's original smile turned into a look of astonishment, "Your Excellency Pluto! Why kill Lafayette! The enemy is the traitor Drogba of the Zmich!"
Yang Chen shook his hand indifferently, and said, "I hate threats the most, if I remember correctly... He seems to have just been on the top of the building, saying that he should take my head to light an oil lamp... If it wasn't because of me just now. I have to hug my wife to sleep, and I don’t have time to talk to him. Do you think he can live till now?"
Lili was utterly cold, she never expected that just such an arrogant statement from Lafayette would directly cause a murder!
More importantly, it is clear that Kamalila and Yang Chen have a friendly relationship, even if they are not allies, at least they have cooperated a few times.
As the noble blood of the Bruch tribe, Lafayette is also the tormentor who holds the magic weapon torture axe. In Yang Chen's eyes, it turned out to be killing or killing!
"He... He is the son of the Prince Bruch, Lord Pluto... If you are like this, you will..." Lili Si Qiao's face was full of helplessness.
Yang Chen curled his lips and said: "If he wants to avenge his son, even if he comes to me and be smarter, he will try to give birth to at least one who speaks through his brain."
As he said, Yang Chen turned to Drogba again, looking at this dark-skinned man with muscular knots, Yang Chen frowned: "No wonder you Zmich like to occupy other people's bodies, you look too ugly. . Isn’t Yan Buwen help you reshape your body, won’t you choose a good one?"
"I don't understand what you are talking about, but... You will kill Lafayette. I like your way..." Drogba's eyes were full of bloodthirsty wildness.