Chapter 923: Nightmare of the Blood Race!

Seeing Ling Yun rushing towards Marquis Anderson quickly, those blood races who were running around suddenly gave up and turned around, and rushed towards Ling Yun and Jester recklessly!

The 500-year-old Marquis Anderson is a loyal servant of the Grand Duke Dracula, and even the ancestors of these earls, viscounts and barons. Of course, these blood servants will desperately protect the Lord.

It's just that in this way, it fell right into Ling Yun's arms. Of course, Ling Yun knew that Marquis Anderson couldn't be killed in a short while, so he took the opportunity to kill all these little guys first!

Ling Yun put away the golden longbow, took all the Blood Demon Knife and the Dark Storm in his hands, and ordered to Jester: "Jester, charge me!"

At this time, the top of Tianmao Peak and the bats hiding in the crevices of the cliffs, regardless of rank, seemed to no longer be afraid of Ling Yun's divine dragon roar and fire talisman, but flew into the sky one after another, turning into humanoid birds , one by one with green faces and long fangs, spread their huge wings, gathered quickly, and rushed towards Ling Yun!

Jester was not afraid. He flapped his lavender wings violently, carried Ling Yun firmly on his back, and rushed towards the crowd of human-shaped big birds in front of him. The distance of 100 meters was reached in an instant!

The bloodiest hand-to-hand combat broke out in an instant!

Ling Yun's left hand is the Blood Demon Knife, and his right hand is Dark Storm. Standing proudly on Jester's back, once he enters the enemy's formation, he swings his hands wildly!

"Chi Chi Chi!"

The sharp blade and sword edge, the sound of cutting the blood clan's body suddenly sounded, Jester was the first to sprint, and all the blood clans standing in front of the two were cut off by Ling Yun's magic knife and magic sword!

Numerous broken arms and stumps fell from the air, and the screams of the blood race resounded through the sky. Ling Yun's expression was indifferent, his eyes were firm, and he was not affected in any way.

With just one charge, Ling Yun beheaded more than 20 blood clans. He shot very fast, and none of the blood clans that entered his attack range could be whole!

"kill!"

Jester froze. Immediately Ling Yun pressed the tip of his tongue to the tooth hall, let out a loud shout, and surrounded by countless humanoid birds, he started chopping melons and chopping vegetables with knives, hacking wildly!

Of course, Jester will not be idle, he rampages excitedly in the encirclement, wherever he goes. It's all a bloodbath!

"People don't offend me, I don't offend others,

Bloodlines. Since you have found me, don't blame me for being ruthless! "

At this moment, Ling Yun seemed to have turned into a peerless killing god who came out of hell. With the magic knife and magic sword in his hand, he crazily harvested the lives of the blood race. !

"Bang bang!"

Two loud bangs. Jester's body trembled wildly, and Ling Yun's figure naturally shook as well!

Ling Yun's consciousness swept away, and it turned out that the two earls rushed under Jester. They saw the opportunity and punched Jester twice!

Jester has been flying in the air now, his wings are open, and Lingyun can protect the safety above him. But being covered by Jester's wings, he couldn't protect Jester's underside.

Now they were in the enemy's formation, surrounded by blood races in all directions. Although Jester tried his best to avoid and rushed left and right, it was still difficult to avoid the same kind of attack. This time he was finally fatally wounded!

"Jester, I'll open the way for you, fly up!"

Ling Yun didn't panic, and with a violent shout, he impervious to the wind and rain of the Dark Blood Demon Knife and the Dark Storm Dance, killing the blood race above his head and scattered!

At the same time, Ling Yun changed his mind. All of a sudden, the Xuanhuang Mantra started running!

The powerful Xuanhuang Zhenqi left the body in an instant, covering Ling Yun and Jester directly. After being injured, Jester was already flying unsteadily, but with the help of Xuanhuang Zhenqi, he was instantly refreshed and let out a strange sound. He screamed, raised his claws suddenly, and tore apart a blood baron who was close to him!

"Ahhhh!"

Xuanhuang Zhenqi is a panacea for Jester, but for other blood races, it is simply a deadly poisonous gas. All of them who are around Ling Yun feel stagnant at the same time, and they screamed miserably!

"Hmph, kill again!"

Until now, Ling Yun finally started to use his hole cards one by one. Now, he has too many ways to deal with the blood race!

"Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi!"

Ling Yunming's blood demon knife and the dark storm cut violently again, and a dozen blood clansmen were cut in the body by Ling Yun again, and huge corpses fell down one after another!

Soon, Ling Yun and Jester rushed out of the encirclement of the vampires. After this killing, hundreds of vampires died completely!

"The devil! He is a devil who rushed out of hell, how is this possible?!"

On the peak of Tianspear Peak, the old Marquis Anderson's old and pale face was full of unspeakable fear. He came with the order of the Grand Duke Dracula, and brought a total of five marquises, a hundred earls and More than four hundred viscounts and barons.

But the two sides have fought until now, five marquises were killed and two were injured, and one marquis was left intact, and Ling Yun shot an arrow in his thigh, the sharp arrow has been pulled out, but the wound is still bleeding. More than that, it was the injury caused by the pure silver arrows all over the body. Even the Marquis couldn't recover in a short time.

There are less than 30 earls left, and more than 400 viscounts and barons, and only a hundred left. This battle can be said to be a heavy loss!

Anderson raised his head desperately, seeing Ling Yun galloping in the air, killing all directions, as if entering the land of no one, he was almost scared to death!

"That's really a dark storm... the blood clan's magic sword, dark storm! But, what's going on with that black magic knife?"

"No! He should be a legend, a monk from the east! But, it seems that he can't fly yet, how can he restrain our blood race like this?!"

Anderson even forgot the pain, and even gave up commanding. His tall body was trembling, and he kept mumbling to himself.

"Mr. Anderson, what should we do now?!"

The only uninjured marquis, looking at the corpses of servants falling from the sky, was extremely anxious, and asked Anderson.

"Dark Storm! Dark Storm is the nemesis of our blood race, we must find a way to take it!"

Anderson's red eyes stared sharply, emitting two terrifying rays of light. With a light flap of his wings, he came to the side of the two wounded marquises.

"Dear Satan, I am your loyal servant, Marquis Anderson, please grant me the power of darkness!"

"Dark healing!"

As Anderson chanted the spell, he stretched out his two sharp claws, emitting two clusters of dark red light at the same time, which disappeared in a flash on the wounded parts of the two injured marquises!

Each of the two marquises was shot with two arrows, both of which were penetrating wounds caused by pure silver arrows. They were bleeding profusely, but after Anderson treated them, the four wounds miraculously began to heal slowly. .

This is the healing magic of the vampires, using blood to heal wounds, but the old marquis Anderson is obviously not high enough, and it is very difficult to cast it, but in order to get back the dark storm, he has to do so.

In the air, Ling Yun and Jester rushed out of the battle group. Standing proudly on Jester's back, he asked in a deep voice, "Jester, can you still stand it?"

Ling Yun's strength is boundless, his defense is strong, and he is still fierce, but Jester is now equivalent to his mount. If Jester can't stand it, no matter how powerful he is, it will be useless.

"Hoo... ph... ph..."

Jester flapped his wings lightly, panting like a cow, like pulling a bellows. Just now he rushed fiercely into the encirclement of countless earls and viscounts. Although Ling Yun was cool, the pressure he was under was extremely great!

"Old... Boss... I may have to take a break, please, give me some fairy energy, there are too many of them, I can't stand it..."

This is Jester, who was embraced by Ling Yunchu. If he were of another blood race, let alone a viscount and an earl, he would be a marquis. He would have been exhausted just now!

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Ling Yun raised his hand abruptly, threw out a fire talisman, and killed several blood races who rushed to him, then put away the Dark Blood Demon Knife, bent down and put his hand on Jester's back , A large amount of black and yellow zhenqi was continuously sent to Jester's body.

This is a special enemy, this is a special battle, master and servant, whoever leaves can't do it, Ling Yun deeply understands this.

What makes Ling Yun extremely happy is that Xuanhuang Zhenqi is really the supreme treasure that can restrain the blood race and help Jester. Soon, Jester's injuries have almost recovered, and most of his physical strength has also recovered Son.

"It's strange. After killing them like this, why didn't they escape?"

While Ling Yun was healing Jester's wounds, he was staring at the blood race in the distance. Ten to eighty percent of them had been slaughtered, but they didn't want to run away anymore, and it looked like they wanted to fight Ling Yun to the death!

Jester said: "Boss, you took out the Dark Storm just now, any blood race, as long as they see the Dark Storm, they will either run away after hearing the news, or grab it, there is no other choice..."

"If I'm not wrong, the old Marquis below must have recognized it. Since he saw the dark storm, he will definitely take it back... because your dark storm is the nightmare of all blood races in the west!"

Ling Yun was stunned when he heard this, and he smiled coldly: "Really? That's how it is. I said they didn't run away, but it's better this way. Let's just kill them all!"

Jester nodded, but carefully reminded Ling Yun: "Boss, you must be careful, the marquis below must be very old, and he already knows some advanced magic of our blood clan..."

"And beside him, there are three marquises joining forces with him. This battle is not easy to fight!"

Ling Yun is now less than 300 meters away from the peak of Tianmao Peak, and he is always watching Anderson's movements with his yin and yang eyes, so he naturally saw the scene where Anderson healed the two marquises.

"Don't worry, let's kill all the little guys in front of us first. As for the three marquises, he saved them in vain. Just kill them again!" (To be continued.)

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