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Under the dim fire, a handsome man called Count Durcula slowly stepped out of the cold sarcophagus, hugged his arms gracefully and calmly. He raised his smooth chin slightly, looked at every human and every demon present with a arrogant and critical look, and sighed with pity-

"Do you guys, ugly creatures, really don't deserve to be my opponent, and you don't even have the qualifications to be my food..."

This joke is not funny at all, but Count Durcula said it seriously and tidied up his collar gracefully. Under the dim and swaying fire, he stretched out his blood-red tongue and gently licked his lips. His two sharp and slender white teeth immediately emitted a gloomy bloodthirsty light.

"Damn it, this guy is a vampire!" Xue Yan suddenly recognized the other party's identity, couldn't help but change his color slightly and took a few steps back, but turned to look at Lin Taiping, "Sir, you'd better be careful, this guy is not easy to deal with."

"Vampire?" Lin Taiping was slightly surprised. Although he had heard of this evil creature countless times, this was the first time he had actually seen them. However, something strange was that evil creatures like vampires actually cooperated with the snake nest?

"It's not surprising. In the face of sufficient interests, nothing is a problem." The old man in the wheelchair smiled and looked at Count Durcula. "Then, respected Lord Durcula, I have presented a hundred beautiful girls as agreed. I also hope that you can keep your promises as you used to help me completely solve these prey."

"Of course, there is no difficulty at all." Earl Durcula casually lowered his head and looked at his flawless white left hand. "The only regret is that a handsome and elegant high-level existence like me is actually going to fight a group of ugly, rude and inferior creatures, which is simply a detriment to my perfect image."

What is narcissism? What is a map cannon? This is called narcissism! This is called a map cannon!

Lin Taiping touched his chin speechlessly, and suddenly felt the urge to step on the face of the count. To be honest, he always felt that he was a very narcissistic guy, but compared with the narcissist in front of him, it was exactly the widely circulated saying that the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves. The front waves were shot on the beach...

In fact, the demons and the Blood Lions of the Flame Lion were all provoked to grit their teeth. A blood-armored knight next to the regiment Mondo took a few steps forward with a gray face and suddenly pulled out the long sword burning with flames: "Damn bastard, even if you are the vampire count..."

A black light flashed by, and the blood-armored knight with a shocked face stood stiffly in place, looking down slowly in a daze. Just at his chest, the strong armor and body were penetrated, revealing a large dark hole, and blood was whistling out from the hole.

With a bang, the Blood Armor Knight fell to the ground uncontrollably. In an instant, everyone took a breath of air conditioning and looked up at the opposite side-

It seemed that he had never moved. Count Durcula was still standing gracefully, but he didn't know where to turn a white scarf and slowly wiped off the bright red blood from his left hand. And he repeatedly wiped it, as if he was worried that these ugly blood would damage his flawless skin.

Amazing speed! Almost no one present could capture it with the naked eye!

Captain Mengdo's face changed drastically, Baron Migao shivered, and the demons retreated uncontrollably. The Blood Scythe couldn't help but distorted his face and shouted in a pissy voice: "Damn it, this guy is not an earl, he is basically a middle-level vampire prince in the silver!"

"To be precise, it is the quasi-prince." Earl Durcula looked at them casually, as if looking at a group of poor reptiles. "Of course, for you who are humble and weak, there is no difference between the prince and the quasi-prince. Your destiny...sumed here!"

Without any warning, he suddenly showed two white dog teeth, and his whole body turned into a black whirlwind and directly crashed into the dense crowd. Countless vortexes made of black demonic energy quickly rippled with him as the core. Under the cover of this black vortex, both armed soldiers and demons felt that they were rapidly weakening and heavy steps.

Blood sprayed, and the flesh flew away. The ordinary armed soldiers were torn to pieces in just an instant. Commander Mengduo roared angrily, waved the Red Flame Sword to meet him. The burning flames burst out with scorching light, and the extremely vicious slashed down on the head!

"Silly!" Count Durcula whizzed past like a whirlwind, not even interested in looking up. He just calmly stretched out a white finger and gently tapped on the burning Red Flame Sword.

One finger, just one finger, the Chiyan Lie Sword, which is a mid-level magical equipment, actually appeared countless cracks in an instant, and then cracked and shattered all over the ground. Under the irresistible powerful impact force, Captain Mengduo actually flew backwards with a humming muffle, and his whole arm suddenly burst out and turned into a blood mist.

The first-level silver flame swordsman did not even hold on to a single move. This almost crushing battle almost made everyone present completely desperate. In just a moment, hundreds of armed soldiers fell in pools of blood. Earl Durcula, tired of this massacre, grinned evilly, and suddenly raised his head with interest and looked at Lin Taiping not far away.

Then, the ugly oriental people are here!

The lingering sound echoed in the air. Count Durcula suddenly turned into black mist and disappeared into the air out of thin air. In just a moment, he had already appeared strangely like a ghost and appeared directly in front of Lin Taiping. His white palm burst out with black light, burning cold black flames, covering all the surrounding demons.

This is not an ordinary flame, but a demon fire that burned the iron directly. The Blood Scythe and dozens of demons around them all staggered back and forth and screamed. Most of their bodies turned into bright red blood mist. The only thing they could do was to stare at the palm of the black flames, looking at Lin Taiping's chest.

"Human? Or a demon?" Earl Durcula smiled happily, looking at Lin Taiping, who was powerless, "It doesn't matter, I have no interest in your identity. I only have the steaming heart...well?"

Unexpectedly, his palm passed through Lin Taiping's body and bombarded heavily on the wall, causing the entire wall to instantly turn into smoke and dust. Earl Durcula, who used too much force, staggered slightly, and showed a surprised expression for the first time, and when he looked back in shock-

At this moment, Lin Taiping's body completely faded and turned into a light blue transparent ghost. His powerful mental power suddenly surged out. He was completely injected into the Obsidian's robe. The silver-white mental barrier suddenly opened and turned into an indestructible wall of light, forcibly blocking him.

It's interesting, but how long can you last?" Earl Durcula was slightly moved, and his palm burning with black flames blasted out again, immediately shattering the mental barrier.

"It's a long time, as long as they are willing to cooperate." Lin Taiping smiled happily, and hundreds of tentacles extended from the ghost's body. He dragged all the demons around him: "Relax, don't resist, lend me all your mental power!"

Although I didn't understand the meaning of this statement, the demons subconsciously obeyed. The surging mental power was vented out and all rushed into Lin Taiping's ghost body, causing the broken mental barrier to quickly reorganize again, and even expanded wildly, covering hundreds of demons.

Not only that, while receiving endless mental support, Lin Taiping happily raised his left hand. The Ring of Slavery shook slightly, and a ray of black light roared out, piercing directly into Count Durcula's eyes.

For the vampire Count at the level 19, the power of the Ring of Slave is obviously far from enough, but even so, Count Durcula still involuntarily staggered under the attack of the Ring of Slave, and his speed suddenly slowed down greatly.

Waiting for this opportunity, the Blood Scythe and the Devils howled hideously, rushed up fiercely, and the sharp claws and flames fell down together, and immediately enveloped Count Durcula. Even though his strength was so strong, he was caught off guard in an instant.

"It's ridiculous!" Count Durcula quickly got rid of his stiff state, and gently opened the solid shield completely condensed by demonic energy, completely blocking the demons' attacks. "Ugly Oriental, do you think that this way can defeat the noble and handsome me?"

"Correct it." Lin Taiping raised his head happily, "First, I'm not ugly at all; second, I don't expect the blood sickles to defeat you, what I really expect is-"

With a loud bang, the completely ignored top of the palace suddenly collapsed. In everyone's shocked sight, the fat and bloated red rabbit fell down like a hill, roaring and falling down heavily. The huge and heavy volume, coupled with the additional effect of dozens of heavy halos, turned it into a real killer.

God knows when it climbed up, but that doesn't matter anymore!

Count Dracula raised his head in horror, almost subconsciously shouted angrily, and light burst out from his fingertips and stabbed it hard. However, under the protection of the mental barrier, coupled with the fat that was several dozen centimeters thick, the Red Rabbit actually resisted the attack, and the whistling and heavy blows fell down, directly pressing Count Dracula under his body.

Damn it! I have never received such insulting treatment, especially when I was pressed by a fat big butt. Earl Durcula, who had a cleanliness, was shocked and angry, and almost fainted. What's worse is that even though he had such a strong strength, he was heavily pressed by the natural flesh shield of Red Rabbit and could not break free for a while.

Even an idiot wouldn't miss this rare opportunity!

The Blood Scythe and the Devils were overjoyed, and they were directly attacking fiercely. The bloody sickle whistled in the wind, the bright red fireballs shot hotly, and the sharp ice edges stabbed out like a dense forest. The seriously injured Captain Mondo struggled to jump up, and raised his sword with his only remaining hand, slashed all the fire fighting spirit, and slashed heavily at the head of Count Durcula!

"Give me all... die!" Earl Durcula roared wildly, and the boundless black aura erupted from his body like a surging anger, blasting all the demons around him backwards.

He stood up with blood all over his body, his eyes were red and gasping. His black evening dress and bright red cape were almost torn into pieces, his handsome face was completely distorted, and there was a deep blood mark several centimeters on his left cheek. Blood kept gushing out of the blood marks and landing on the ground ticking.

"Damn it, you won't die like this?" Blood sickle got up with difficulty, looked at each other with the demons around him, and hid behind Lin Taiping with tactfulness. Chitu shivered even more, turned around and ran without hesitation, and disappeared outside the hall door in a blink of an eye.

However, beyond everyone's expectations, the furious Earl Durcula did not launch an attack. He stood there expressionlessly, gently stroked the hideous blood mark on his left cheek, and suddenly, as if he was crazy, he trembled and smiled lowly: "It's interesting, it's the first time I've been so embarrassed in so many years."

"So what?" Lin Taiping calmly activated his mental power, making the mental barrier stronger and more soaring. "To celebrate the first time you are so embarrassed, are we going to hold a masked dance party now?"

"Sir, please don't stimulate him anymore." The Blood Scythe and the Devil looked at each other, and couldn't help but sweat. It's really damn. Can't you see that the guy is already on the verge of storm? In this case, he still has to stimulate his vicious tongue again. This is no different from seeking death.

As it turned out, Count Durcula was completely crazy. He touched the deep blood marks on his left cheek, staring at Lin Taiping with red eyes, and his sharp voice seemed to come from hell: "Unforgivable, unforgivable, ugly oriental, you dare to hurt my handsome and noble face, you will pay the price, the heaviest... price!"

Before he finished speaking, when the word "cost" echoed in the air, the whole palace trembled violently, and the endless blood flowing on the ground seemed to be attracted by strange gravity, and suddenly turned into thousands of drops of blood beads, all slowly rising into the air and floating beside Count Durcula.

The next moment, as Count Durcula's five fingers closed, dense blood beads suddenly condensed rapidly. In the bright red light, the phantom of blood-condensed blood suddenly took shape. The huge sword body that was ten meters long floated in the void, emitting a cold light that could freeze the soul. With just a slight shaking, a huge crack appeared on the ground.

It is impossible to describe the deterrent power brought by this blood sword. All the creatures in the entire hall seemed to be shocked by powerful pressure, and even moving a step became difficult. Several weak demons trembled gently and fell to the ground uncontrollably, unable to lift their heads.

"The game is over!" Earl Durcula gently raised his right hand, revealing two white and sharp dog teeth, staring at Lin Taiping in gloomy and terrifyingly. "Silly creature, I am honored to tell you-you have completely angered me!"
Chapter completed!