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"Tsk tsk, he really is still here ?" Fan Haixin, the Eighth Strong Ranking of a hundred years ago, the number one witcher of the west, able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the elder of the Sacred Hall. "

The vampire's eyes shone with a venomous light as his scarlet tongue licked the long saliva at the corner of his mouth.

"Ugly bastards, I'm protecting Tranquil East Tribe's old town, yet you still dare to come here to seek death?"

A shout came from the depths of the castle.

Pow!

The window glass shattered and the pieces fluttered like butterflies.

A few silver bullets with complex patterns carved on them shot at the chest of the Count level vampire with a speed that surpassed Bullet s.

blood splattered.

In the blink of an eye, it was burnt to a crisp again by the resplendent Holy Light released by the silver bullet, transforming into billowing black smoke.

"Aooo!"

The vampire screamed and fell to the marble floor in the courtyard.

A large hole appeared in his chest, it was burnt black by the Holy Light, black smoke billowed out, and even his breastbone was burnt.

Whoosh!

The vampire didn't have enough time to repair his body, so he nimbly turned around and prepared to fly higher.

"Boom!"

A tall and imposing figure burst through the window and descended from the sky, flying towards the vampire like a vulture.

Fan Haixin's attack was extremely fast. While in midair, his body nimbly and agilely turned, and the silver long sword in his hands formed a "Holy Light's word slash".

Holy Light filled the air, the Sword Qi cut at the body of the vampire like a sharp bolt of lightning.

Awoo ?!

The vampire howled at the sky.

The blazing and piercing Holy Light was released from his body, shining so brightly that his bones, organs, and organs were all clearly visible.

The powerful body that was able to endure the attacks of the Bullet was actually set on fire by the Holy Light on the silver sword, and exploded with a loud bang.

The red broken bone and wreckage that were carrying the sparks flew all over the place, falling to the ground and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Jack, Xin Ba Da, Kerry ?" My Old friends, according to the alliance from a hundred years ago, you have already left Romania. Why not abide by the covenant? "

Fan Haixin walked out with his high boots and stepped on a piece of bone that was still burning, and laughed coldly.

He could see Fan Haixin's wavy chestnut hair covering his shoulders, and a pair of eyes that flickered with a sharp light under her black hat.

He had a full beard, which gave him a handsome, tenacious, and free and uninhibited feeling.

The black leather jacket outlined his tall and mighty body. On the inner side, there were many small pockets on his leather vest, and each pocket was hung with all kinds of Weapons.

On his back was an exceptionally exquisite silver crossbow carved with a complex incantation. In his hand was a silver long sword that was similarly exquisite, made from the hands of the alchemist, giving off an extremely powerful feeling.

"This is Strigoi's flying territory, you have been here for too long, and now, you should return it to us!"

Duke De Gula swung his black cloak and took a step forward, stopping in the air above Fan Haixin.

"For the past hundred years, you have killed hundreds of Strigoi and your body is stained with the blood of my tribesmen. Today, you must pay for it with your blood!"

Xin Ba walked in the air step by step, his pale white face twisted malevolently as he roared with overflowing hatred.

"Fan Haixin, we will break your neck, drink all of your Blood Essence, and turn you into our most loyal blood slave!"

Many powerful Strigoi stepped forward, their scarlet tongues curling up the saliva at the corners of their mouths, and their nails extending out sharp bone hooks.

"Vampire Hunter, protect the holy and pure world. Killing these filthy monsters is my honorable mission!"

Fan Haixin's battle qi surged, his hair flew around like a waterfall, and dazzling Holy Light s suffused from beneath his feet as he was lifted up into the air.

"Die!"

He charged forward, waved his silver long sword and slashed horizontally towards many of the Strigoi s.

"Fan Haixin, you will definitely fall today!"

"We will kill you until you despair!"

There were a total of seven to eight Duke and Count Strigoi s, and each of them had a might comparable to that of the Grandmaster of Perfection Stage.

Clang

In the blink of an eye, a sky-high battle erupted.

In the sky, a few figures were chasing each other. In a blink of an eye, they had covered hundreds of meters.

A bunch of Blood Arrow shot out, blood curses floated up high in the sky, Holy Light and Sword Beam swept out in all directions.

In this area, Holy Light s were everywhere, blood energy was everywhere, and light was flowing; the air was filled with energy.

Rumble rumble rumble!

The Sword Glow and Blood Blade had created deep craters in the marble ground, causing the exquisite stone sculptures to crumble like plastic foam.

The walls of the castle were cracked and almost burst open.

The violent sound waves were like rolling thunder, rumbling in the air above the ancient castle.

As expected of the eighth Strong Ranking a hundred years ago, Fan Haixin was indeed very strong.

The Holy Light began to converge one by one and turned into a sharp attack.

The silver sword flashed with a cold light.

The crossbows that contained the extracted liquid from garlic shot out like meteors, he could easily obtain all kinds of Secret Arts.

He was a bounty hunter who specialized in restraining vampires, and the various abhijna he displayed was on par with the Sovereigns of Hall of the Gods, and he definitely reached the Peak of Divine Stage state.

The more the vampires grew, the more shocked they became.

They were completely suppressed by Fan Haixin.

Duke De Gula and many of the Strigoi s were also severely injured, with their arms and legs broken, being controlled by the Secret Arts and being unable to condense for a short period of time.

"Alright, all of you step back and leave it to me!"

While the other vampires were complaining incessantly, the figure standing on the roof spoke indifferently.

"Yes, Demonic Lord!"

"We were incompetent. Please punish us with Demonic Lord!"

Several of the vampires retreated and landed behind the figure, half-kneeling on the ground with fear and respect in their eyes.

"Who is it that can make these Count level vampires so respectful?"

Fan Haixin's body trembled slightly as he looked at the figure in shock. He muttered in disbelief:

"Could it be a first generation vampire?"

"NO!" Not a first generation vampire, but an Asian? "How is that possible ?"

"Fan Haixin, kneel down and beg for mercy, become my slave. We will deal with Jiang Taichu together, I will spare your life!"

The Demonic Lord ignored the few vampires kneeling on the ground, suddenly disappeared from where it was, and in the next moment he appeared in front of Fan Haixin.

"What a fast movement technique!"

At this time, Fan Haixin could clearly see this person's handsome face, but emitted a wave of Demonic Qi that overflowed into the heavens.

This kind of Demonic Qi was many times stronger than vampires and Wolves. It was simply as sharp as a blade, as if it was real.

Fan Haixin was the Strong Ranking s from a hundred years ago. He lived for two hundred years, and he had never been defeated. He had killed vampires, captured evil witches, exterminated evil spirits, defeated werewolf.

But now, facing this kind of Demonic Qi, he was actually scared witless. The legs turned soft, and wished for nothing more than to flee for its life.

Although he was terrified, the honor of the bounty hunter made him unable to retreat.

He raised the long sword up proudly and said, "You are... Demons? I, Fan Haixin, the divine bounty witcher, will absolutely not trade with you! "

"Then you can only die!"

This person only gave an indifferent smile as two black devils poured out from behind him like two giant dragons.

In that moment, two devils covered the sky, swept in all directions, covering almost half of the fortress, with their mouths wide open, they rushed towards Fan Haixin to tear him apart.

"Kill!"

Fan Haixin felt a sense of danger he had never experienced before, and with a cold glint in his eyes, he closed his hands and crushed the ancient cross that was stained with blood.

This bloody cross was stained with a drop of the holy blood that had flowed out during the crucifixion.

In the Holy See, there were only a few of them.

It was as sacred as a holy grail!

This was a reward from him for beheading a demon and becoming a Cardinal to the Arch-Cardinal.

The moment the cross crumbled, a destructive Holy Light shot out.

The gigantic Holy Light, dazzlingly bright, illuminated a radius of a few kilometers, as though 10,000 tons of explosives had exploded out of thin air.

"Ah, holy blood! "Quick, retreat!"

"I'm going to be burnt to death!"

Many of the vampires were in so much pain that they were about to explode.2

Even strong person s, or Dukes, would be purified and killed by it.

"Hehe, just a holy blood, little Doyle!"

The young man didn't even bother to move at all, he only looked at Fan Haixin in ridicule, as if he was looking at a dead man.

Roar!

As expected, when the two devils met the Holy Light, they actually did not dodge. Instead, they roared and opened their mouths wide, like a whale drinking wine, and sucked the surging Holy Light into their mouths, engulfing it in the blink of an eye.

"What?"

Fan Haixin turned pale with fright, not daring to believe his own eyes.

He stood there stiffly, his eyes desperate, as if he were seeing the end of the earth and of humanity.

This was the holy blood of Jesus!

With such great power, he could easily kill even a horde leader level vampire.

However, it was easily devoured by the two devils.

The next moment.

Fan Haixin fell into darkness as a devil bit off the upper half of his body.

The other one bit onto the legs and the two fiercely struggled. A bloody light shot out and their internal organs flowed out.

Bada!

Bada!

Within the castle, peace was restored.

In the blink of an eye, Fan Haixin was completely engulfed by the two devils.

The two demons licked their lips and suddenly rolled over, shrinking back into the man's body.

"So delicious! So comfortable! What a strong Blood Essence! The feeling of having power is just too great! "

At this moment, he felt as if he'd been drugged. His eyes lit up with excitement as his face distorted. He felt so comfortable that even the corners of his mouth twitched.

"I wish Demonic Lord resplendent again, and kill the eighth hundred year old Strong Ranking, witcher Fan Haixin!"

Many Vampires flew over, bowing respectfully at the feet of the Chinese youth.

They were trembling, and it was unknown whether it was due to fear or excitement.

Even Duke De Gula looked at him with reverence and fear, as if he was the most loyal Slave that had seen the Master.

This young man was the South-East Asia who was slaughtering the entire way, and also the Nie Mingyuan who charged into the Europe.

"Even in the several territories of the Strigoi, I've devoured dozens of Duke level Strigoi s that refused to submit, and there are also many other witcher s. With my current strength, I should be able to compete with Jiang Tian in power, right?"

He randomly grabbed a vampire, opened his bloody mouth wide and swallowed him. Then, he wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth and asked indifferently.

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