"Swish swish swish swish!"

A series of cold lights passed by, and the two blood slaves were cut off their arms. The wound was frozen in an instant, and the blood did not flow out at all. Then there was another click. The blood slave was beheaded by a sword. The other blood slave found that it was wrong and wanted to escape. It was just that the ice damage made his body stiff.

Paris, who was caught up with him before he had run two steps, stabbed the center with a sword. A layer of ice instantly formed in the stabbed area. Paris gently pulled out the sword, and the blood slave's heart was broken into countless ice residues.

"You are also considered blood clans? They are just some defective products."

"Smack!"

A crisp sound of applause came from the passage, and Paris turned to look at the figure.

"You are good at it, and you get your weapons from the mysterious store."

Through the dim light, Allen saw clearly that the person who was talking was wearing a tuxedo, with an exquisite bat badge on his left chest, short golden hair, green eyes, handsome and with a hint of evil spirit, pale face, looking like a middle-aged man who had just recovered from a serious illness, and looked like a typical aristocratic middle-aged man.

There was still a perfume sprinkled on his body, but Paris identified the bloody smell hidden under the perfume.

Paris tightened his weapon and said nothing. He knew very well the strength of the real blood clan, the speed that humans could not meet. Once they discovered your flaws, they would give you a fatal blow without hesitation.

"Since you have items from the mysterious store in your hand, the mysterious certificate is on you." The vampire did not attack immediately, but asked leisurely.

"It's in my hands."

"What, you want it?"

"Yes, as long as you hand over the mysterious certificate to me, I will let you go today, and even embrace you for the first time, so that you can become a noble blood clan, not that kind of lowly blood slave." A glimmer burst out in the vampire's eyes when he heard Paris's words.

"Not enough. If you want mysterious certificates, these are not enough." Paris shook his head and said.

"Okay, then what do you want?" The vampire said confidently with such an expression.

"Money, women or power? Or longer life? These are all OK, as long as you hand over that mysterious voucher, all of them can be discussed."

"Can you give me all this?"

"Of course." The vampire nodded proudly.

"But I don't want these, can I change one?" Paris said with his eyes flashing.

"Switch, what do you want?" The vampire frowned and looked at Paris and said, "When he heard Paris's words, he said.

"I want..." Paris looked to the side, and the vampire turned his head in confusion with Paris's gaze.

"I want, your life!" A loud shout was heard, and then Paris raised the blue rose in his hand and snatched it directly.

"Bang bang bang!"

The striker triggered the bottom fire, and the smoke spread. The bullets with frost damage were fired at the vampire in an instant.

Just as Paris fired, a afterimage instantly drew out of the vampire's body and dodged. The bullet hit the wall behind him, and a layer of frost appeared on the wall.

"You dare to reject the goodwill of the great Foster. I will suck your blood and turn you into the lowest blood slave, and then forgive your sins for your actions until death."

Foster's face became extremely ferocious, his sharp canine teeth were exposed, and a pair of black bat-like wings appeared behind him, his eyes were blood red, his head was lengthened, and he looked like a huge bat.

"The dirty bed bug can only hide in the darkness." Paris was ridiculed coldly.

"You are looking for death!" Foster's figure flashed and disappeared in an instant. Paris, who had been tense, looked back and slashed behind him.

"The reaction is very fast!"

"But, mortals are mortals after all!"

The voice suddenly came from behind, and Paris even felt a chill in his ear. Before he could think about it, he rolled and turned around and turned to a sword, but before he could cut the sword down, his wrist was grabbed by a cold palm.

The cold palms were like iron pliers, and the pain at the wrist immediately made Paris's hand holding the sword loose, and the glacier fell directly to the ground.

"Bang bang bang!"

Without caring about his arms, Paris pulled out the blue rose with his left hand and fired three shots at the vampire that was close to him, instantly shooting out the remaining three bullets in the pistol. Paris knew very well about the power of this pistol, even if the vampire was hit, it would suffer a great loss.

But a scene that surprised him appeared. A shield that seemed to be condensed in blood suddenly appeared in front of the vampire in front of him. The bullet hit the blood shield and frozen it. Then the blood shield broke and turned into a ground of ice residue. The bullet did not cause any damage to him.

"The weapon is good, but unfortunately I didn't hit it!" Foster looked at Paris proudly, then used his palms force.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the whole arm was broken directly by the vampire, and the arm was folded to an exaggerated angle. The arm was broken, and Paris let out a painful wail.

"To be honest, I'm very disappointed with you!"

"What tricks do you have now? If not, then become my blood slave!"

"Hahaha, I'm already looking forward to what you look like after you become a blood slave. It's exciting to think about it."

Looking at Paster who couldn't help but wail, Fords laughed wildly, then stretched out his arm and grabbed Paris who was rolling on the ground, spreading his terrifying mouth full of sharp teeth and was about to bite it directly.

"Ah! Damn reptile, he actually dares to hurt the great blood clan!"

Just as the vampire was about to bite Paris's neck, a mouthful of liquid that emitted a pungent garlic smell was spit on the vampire's face.

Ordinary garlic cannot kill vampires, but this highly concentrated garlic essence is a very poisonous to vampires. Fords, who was unprepared, screamed and released his arm directly. The skin stained with garlic essence made a sizzling sound, and waves of stench emanated. Soon his skin began to ulcerate, revealing the dark bones inside.

Paris endured the severe pain and grabbed the long ice sword that fell to the ground, and then stabbed the rolling vampire continuously. The place where he was stabbed quickly freezes, and finally cut off his ugly head with one sword. The vampire's body twitched a few times and then completely limped, then turned into a team of rotten skeletons.

"Bao, bah, bah, drool." Seeing that the vampire was completely dead, Paris kept spitting out saliva. The smell of garlic essence made him feel like he died immediately. Before he could deal with the injury, Paris grabbed a glass of beer and poured it down, and then rinsed his mouth wildly.
Chapter completed!