Seeing Ling Yun rushing towards Marquis Anderson, the blood clans who were running around suddenly gave up escaping. They all turned around and rushed towards Ling Yun and Jester with no chance!

The 500-year-old Marquis Anderson is a loyal slave to the Grand Duke Dracula, and the ancestor of these Counts and Barons. These blood clan servants will of course try their best to protect their masters.

But this happened to hit Ling Yun's thoughts. Ling Yun certainly knew that Marquis Anderson could not be killed in a short while. Let's take the opportunity to kill all these minions first!

Ling Yun put away the golden longbow, took all the Nether Blood Demon Sword and the Dark Storm in his hands, and ordered to Jester: "Jest, rush for me!"

At this time, the top of Tianmao Peak and the bats hidden in the cracks of cliffs, regardless of their level, seemed to be no longer afraid of Lingyun's divine dragon roar and fire spirit talismans. Instead, they flew into the sky and turned into human-shaped birds, with green faces and fangs, spreading their huge wings, gathering together quickly, and thrusting towards Lingyun!

Jester was not afraid at all. He flapped his lilac wings violently, carried Lingyun steadily, and rushed towards the pile of human-shaped birds in front of him. A distance of a hundred meters arrived in an instant!

The bloodiest hand-to-hand combat exploded instantly!

Ling Yun stood proudly on the back of Jester with his left hand and the dark storm with his right hand. As soon as he entered the enemy formation, he waved his hands wildly!

"Shit!"

The sharp blade and sword edge cut off the blood clan's body suddenly sounded, and Jester was the first to sprint. All the blood clans blocking the two were cut in half by Ling Yun's magic sword and magic sword!

Countless broken arms and limbs fell from the air, and the screams of the blood clan resounded through the sky. Ling Yun looked cold and his eyes were firm, but he was not affected at all.

With just one charge, Ling Yun killed more than 20 blood clans. He took action very quickly. None of the blood clans who entered his attack range could be completely eliminated!

"kill!"

Jester's figure stopped, and Ling Yun immediately pushed the tip of his tongue and shouted loudly. He used the method of cutting melons and cutting kitchens under the siege of countless human-shaped birds, and chopped and chopped them randomly!

Of course, Jester would not be idle either. He was excitedly rushing around in the encirclement, and everywhere he went, there was a bloody storm!

"I will not offend anyone if you don't offend me. The blood clan. Since you have come to me, don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless!"

At this moment, Ling Yun seemed to have turned into a peerless killing god from hell. He used the magic sword and magic sword in his hand to harvest the lives of the blood clan crazily. The sword pointed and the sword pointed, and the sword was in a dim way, and the sun and the moon were gone!

"Bang bang!"

With two loud noises, Jester's body shook violently, and Ling Yun's figure naturally shook!

Ling Yun swept his spiritual sense and it turned out that two counts rushed to Jester. They seized the opportunity and hit Jester twice!

Jester has been flying in the air now, his wings are spread out, and Ling Yun can protect the safety above him, but he is blocked by Jester's wings and he cannot protect the bottom of Jester.

Now they are in the enemy's formation, with blood tribes all over the world. Although Jester tried his best to avoid and rush left and right, he still couldn't avoid similar attacks. This time he finally suffered fatal injuries!

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

Ling Yun was calm and shouted loudly, and the blood demon sword and the dark storm dance were not clear, and the blood clan above his head was scattered!

At the same time, Ling Yun changed his mind method and suddenly suddenly activated the Xuanhuang True Sutra!

The powerful Xuanhuang true energy instantly left the body and directly enveloped Ling Yun and Jester. After Jester was injured, he was already unsteadily flying, but with the help of Xuanhuang true energy, he instantly boosted his spirits, and let out a strange cry with comfort. He raised his claws and tore up a blood clan baron who was approaching him!

"Ahhhhhh!"

Xuanhuang true energy is a magic pill for Jester, but for other blood clans, it is simply a fatal poisonous gas. Anyone who was by Ling Yun felt his body stagnant and shouted in terror!

"Hmph, kill again!"

Until now, Ling Yun’s trump cards finally began to be used one by one. Now, there are so many ways to deal with the vampire!

"Shit and shit!"

Lingyun Ming Blood Demon Sword and Dark Storm cut violently again, and more than a dozen blood clans were slashed by Lingyun again, and huge corpses fell down one after another!

Soon, Ling Yun and Jester broke out of the blood clan's encirclement, and hundreds of blood clans died completely during this killing!

"Devil! He is the devil who rushed out of hell, how is this possible?!"

On the top of Tianspear Peak, the old marquis Anderson's pale face was full of unspeakable fear. He came with the orders of the Grand Duke Dracula, and brought in a total of five marquises, hundreds of Counts, and more than four hundred viscounts and barons.

But until now, the five marquises died and two were injured, and one marquis was left. His thigh was also shot by Ling Yun, and the sharp arrow had been pulled out, but the wound was still bleeding until now. It was caused by the pure silver arrows all over. Even the marquis could not heal in a short time.

There are less than thirty left of the hundred counts, and more than 400 viscounts and barons, and there are even a hundred left. This battle can be said to have suffered heavy losses!

Anderson raised his head desperately and watched Ling Yun gallop in the air and killing everywhere, as if he was entering a no-man's realm, he was almost frightened!

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

"No! He should be a legendary monk from the East! But it seems that he can't fly yet, how can he restrain our blood clan into this?!"

Anderson even forgot the pain and gave up command. He trembled with his tall body and kept muttering to himself.

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

The only uninjured marquis looked at the corpse of the servant who was constantly falling in the sky, and asked Anderson in great anxiety.

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

Anderson's red eyes suddenly glared, and two terrifying lights were emitted. He slapped his wings and came to the two injured marquises.

"Dear Satan Demon God, I am your faithful slave, Marquis Anderson, please give me the power of darkness!"

"Dark healing technique!"

As Anderson chanted the spell, his two sharp claws appeared together, and two dark red lights appeared at the same time, flashing and disappearing at the injured parts of the two injured marquis!

Each of the two marquises was shot two arrows, both of which were penetrating injuries caused by sterling silver arrows. They were bleeding profusely, but after Anderson's treatment, the wounds miraculously began to heal slowly.

This is the healing magic of the blood clan, which uses blood to heal the wounds, but the old Marquis Anderson obviously has insufficient level and it is very difficult to use it. However, in order to regain the Dark Storm, he had to do so.

In the air, Ling Yun and Jester rushed out of the battle group. He stood proudly on Jester's back and asked in a deep voice: "Jister, can you still withstand it?"

Lingyun is extremely powerful and has strong defenses. He is still fierce, but Jester is now equivalent to his mount. If Jester can't stand it, no matter how capable he has, it will be useless.

“Huhuhuhu”

Jester gently flapped his wings and panted like a cow, just like a bellows. He rushed into the encirclement of countless counts and viscounts just now. Although Ling Yun was so happy to kill, he was under great pressure!

"Old boss, I might have to take a rest. Please give me some fairy spirit. There are too many of them, so I can't hold on."

This is Jester, who was first embraced by Ling Yun. If he had changed to a blood clan, not to mention the viscount and the earl, he would have been exhausted even in the past!

"Bang bang bang bang bang"

Ling Yun raised his hand suddenly, sprinkled a fire spirit talisman, and killed the blood clans who rushed to the front. Then he put away the Nether Blood Demon Sword, bent down and put his hand on Jester's back. A large amount of Xuanhuang true energy was continuously transported into Jester's body.

This is a special enemy, this is a special battle. The master and servant, no one can leave, and Ling Yun deeply understands this.

What made Ling Yun extremely happy was that Xuanhuang's true qi could really control the blood clan and help Jester's supreme baby. Soon, Jester's injuries were almost recovered, and his physical strength also recovered most of the time.

"Strangely, they have killed them like this, why don't they escape?"

While healing Jester, Ling Yun stared at the blood clan in the distance. Ten percent of them had been killed, but they did not escape anymore. And looking like that, they actually wanted to fight Ling Yun to the death!

Jester said, "Boss, you just took out the Dark Storm. Any blood clan, as long as you see the Dark Storm, you either flee when you hear the wind or grab it, and you have no other choice."

"If I guessed correctly, the old marquis below must have recognized it. Since he saw the Dark Storm, he would definitely grab it back because your Dark Storm is a nightmare for all the blood tribes in the West!"

Ling Yun suddenly realized when he heard this. He smiled coldly and said, "Is that true? So that's it. I said they didn't run away, but it's better. We just happened to kill them completely!"

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

"And there are three marquises around him who join forces with him. This battle is not easy to fight!"

Ling Yun is now less than 300 meters above the top of Tianmao Peak. He also stared at Anderson's movements with the Yin-Yang Divine Eyes, and naturally saw Anderson healing the two Marquises.

"Don't worry, let's kill all the minions in front of us first. As for those three marquises, it will be useless to save them if they save them. Just kill them again!" (     (To be continued in advance)
Chapter completed!