The pursuers behind had already chased him and blocked Zhang Fan's retreat.

And ahead is the count.

No matter how fast Zhang Fan's speed is, it is impossible for him to be faster than the Count.

Even an entry-level step cannot do it.

No matter how strong his strength is, it is impossible to challenge the Count at a higher level.

Even the entry-level Kaishan Fist cannot do it.

When Ling Xiao saw so many blood clans surrounding him, he grabbed Zhang Fan's hand tightly, and was obviously panicked.

Zhang Fan looked at the cliff next to him without a trace.

He was thinking about the feasibility of jumping off the cliff.

The Count had seen through his thoughts and jokingly said, "Leaping off a cliff? Are you sure your IQ is still online? Leaping off a cliff in front of a blood clan that can fly? When you jump into the air, you have nowhere to borrow your strength. We can catch you if a blood clan flies down. You jump off a clan?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The blood clans around him suddenly burst into laughter.

"If we kill our blood clan, we still want to escape? Do we really treat our blood clan's territory as a vegetable market?"

"If we don't kill these two guys today, where will our blood clan's face be put?"

"If they really escape, our territory will be looked down upon by the blood clans in other territories."

"So, they have to die."

As the blood tribes spoke, they surrounded Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan's face was as deep as water, without any expression.

My brain is spinning rapidly, thinking of ways.

However, the itchyness on his back made him unable to concentrate at all.

At this moment, suddenly, a figure flashed in front of him, and the Marquis had already come to him.

As soon as he reached out, he grabbed his shoulder.

Zhang Fan quickly wanted to use his sword to slash.

But the count was too fast. After grabbing his shoulder, he threw it away and flew out of the cliff like a stone thrown out.

Ling Xiao was naturally thrown out of the cliff because he grabbed Zhang Fan's hand tightly.

The Count joked: "Since you want to jump off the cliff, I will help you."

The other blood tribes also flapped their wings and chased them out of the cliff with a smile.

Zhang Fan had nowhere to leverage his power in the air, so he naturally could not resist.

They were not in a hurry to catch Zhang Fan, but chased Zhang Fan down, constantly mocking him while flying.

"This feeling of weightlessness seems pretty good."

"You said that human quasi-warriors may not die after jumping off a cliff, but what if they are thrown down from above?"

"This cliff must be at least seventy or eighty meters. If they don't die, it's hard tolerate it."

"I just don't know if my face hits the ground first or my butt hits the ground first when I fall."

At this time, Zhang Fan and the others had no time to listen to their ridicule.

Ling Xiao kept screaming and grabbed Zhang Fan's hand tightly.

Zhang Fan tried hard to balance his body.

But when they were thrown out, they were constantly rotating, and they were still rotating, and they could not maintain balance at all.

He could see that the ground below was getting closer at a rapid speed.

At most two seconds, they will fall into a meat paste.

At this moment, Zhang Fan's back reached its peak.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but scream: "Ah———————”

With this scream, his clothes on his back were torn apart with a hissing.

A pair of blood-red wings spread out instantly.

This is a pair of blood clan-like membrane wings, with two inverted hooks growing on the wings.

And under the support of these wings, Zhang Fan quickly glided towards the ground.

When it was less than three meters away from the ground, it turned instantly, almost flew forward against the ground.

The other blood clans were stunned, but they didn't expect that this guy would suddenly grow wings.

Then all the blood clans chased Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan didn't have time to think about all this at this time, so he grabbed Ling Xiao's hand tightly, and at the same time subconsciously flapped his wings.

The wings were waving as freely as his arms.

He didn't feel any awkward, and quickly flapped his wings and flew forward.

Those blood tribes were all surprised to see this scene.

When every blood clan just became a blood clan, his control over his wings was awkward.

Just like a child learning to walk, he has to learn for a while before he can be proficient.

But this guy has just had wings, but he seems to have been flying for decades.

Compared with his flying skills, these blood clans seem a little awkward.

After a moment of silence, the blood clans quickly chased Zhang Fan one by one.

However, after chasing for more than 200 meters, they found that their speed was actually not as fast as Zhang Fan, and they were gradually pulled apart by Zhang Fan.

After chasing for more than ten kilometers, the distance between them and Zhang Fan had reached about two kilometers.

This surprised and annoyed the blood clans.

Their dignified blood clan could not fly away a lowly human?

At the same time, Ling Xiao also looked at Zhang Fan in surprise: "You... have you become a blood clan?"

Thinking of the deep bone-observing blood marks that had been seen through Xu An's claws before, Ling Xiao felt that Zhang Fan must have become a blood clan.

Zhang Fan shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be."

If he becomes a blood clan, he should have sharp teeth and sharp claws.

But now it only has the wings of the blood clan.

However, Zhang Fan couldn't figure out why wings were born.

Perhaps it was caused by the blood clan's blood nucleus before.

However, it is not a time to worry about these things. Let's escape first.

However, the development of things is often not subject to human will.

Not long after, Zhang Fan discovered that the count was flapping his wings again at some point and quietly blocked him.

Although his flight speed was faster than those viscounts, he was far inferior to the count.

"Grass!"

Zhang Fan cursed and turned his head to fly towards the other side.

But the count only flapped his wings and appeared on the other side.

There was an interesting expression on his face: "It's not a blood clan, but it has the wings of a blood clan, which is very valuable for research."

"Study your sister!"

Zhang Fan cursed, grabbed Ling Xiao's shoulder with one hand, turned around and flew to the right.

But the count once again stopped in front of Zhang Fan.

With such delays, other blood clans have flew over one after another, forming a circle of encirclements, surrounding Zhang Fan.

Ling Xiao became nervous again, holding Zhang Fan's body tightly with both hands, for fear of falling down.

Zhang Fan's face was still Gujing Bubo.

But his heart was full of murderous intent.

These blood clans are really difficult to deal with.

If not, I can only fight to the death.

Just when such thoughts arose in his mind, he felt that all the energy in his body seemed to surge to his back.

Then poured from his back into his wings.

His wings suddenly shone with a blood-red light.

Ling Xiao looked at Zhang Fan in surprise and said, "This is..."

Zhang Fan glanced at the wings he was flapping, and suddenly remembered the warrior he saw when he just came to the jungle area.

The genetic martial arts condensed by the warrior at that time shone with a glimmer of light.

"Geno-Weapon!"

Zhang Fan's heart couldn't help but pound!
Chapter completed!