Chapter 652： Dracula arrives, surpasses the battle of the Holy One

Just as Jiang Tian flew into the castle, one kilometer away from Rosa Castle.

"The" Iron Curtain "killer group, why are you here?"

A black magician in a red cape stood on the top of the tree and saw a few black shadows flashing fast, asking curiously.

"Look at the show, a once-in-a-lifetime battle!"

The leader of the Iron Curtain arrived in a blink of an eye, and found a position with a good vision to occupy it. He smiled and said:

"Jiang Taichu will definitely come here! Who doesn't know that behind the Luo family is the French blood **** Martel!"

The Iron Curtain killer group ranks among the top ten in the world, and France is also one of the best.

But at this moment he was as excited as a three-year-old boy who received the money for the New Year.

When he glanced at him, he found that they were right: "Oh, it didn't come to nothing, there are too many people!"

At this time, almost half of Europe was surrounded by the Rose Castle, and dozens of dark world powers gathered.

Some of them are hiding in abandoned villas, some are hiding in deep bushes, some are hiding in the crowns of trees, watching with telescopes, talking verbally.

"Iron curtains, your information is good! Yeah, Jiang Taichu has indeed gone in!" The black magician laughed.

"Who do you say will win?" Everyone talked for a while, and suddenly a strong one asked.

"That may be inconclusive. Jiang Taichu was very strong, but when Bartel first appeared, he was so powerful!" Some strong men said with an uneasy look.

This man is a European fighting master who once killed many polar bears in Norway with his bare hands.

"I think Jiang Taichu has a better chance of winning! He killed Zeus!"

The black magician's face flashed a little dread, shook his head helplessly.

"Maybe!"

The head of the Iron Curtain flashed a hint of light, shaking his head gently.

"Why do you think so?" Asked a strong man.

"Because Martel also killed the old generation of Zeus, his strength is not too bad compared to Jiang, right?"

The alchemist in metal armor, holding his shoulders, smiled smugly.

"No! Because Dracula must come!"

The leader of the Iron Curtain was faintly authentic.

"What? He's here too? Then Jiang Taichu is really dangerous!"

Exclaimed the strong.

The leader of the Iron Curtain would like to say something.

Suddenly, he looked up, his eyes looked far away, his expression changed slightly, and he was shocked:

"See, blood! It should be him!"

"Dracula is really here?"

The faces of all turned wild, and they turned around.

I saw a few bright blood rays flying from a distance. The speed was extremely fast, and it was hundreds of meters in an instant.

A few bloodlights also found them, a little meal in the air.

But without any indication, he speeded up and shot directly at the Rose Castle.

"Martel, don't worry!"

Just as Martel was about to start with Jiang Tian.

Suddenly, several figures appeared in the hall out of thin air.

Headed by a middle-aged person.

He wore a black felt hat, half a lens on the bridge of his nose, a tuxedo and white shirt, a black high-necked cloak lined with red, and a black civilization stick.

His beard is neatly neatly trimmed, and his curly blond hair is naturally loose, giving a romantic and unruly yuppie feeling.

But looking at his **** body, it is extremely sticky, as if it is a substance, and it is undoubtedly stronger than Bartel.

Behind him, she followed three hot, **** and enchanting women in tulle and charming style.

The three female vampires, walking, twisting their waists and swinging their hips, are rippling and glaring.

Only see Raymond, James and others eagerly.

"Honor Duke Dracula, you have worked hard all the way!"

Seeing their arrival, Bartel changed his previous arrogance, showing ecstasy, and greeted him with respectful expression.

He carried his hands behind his back, held his palms in one hand and kissed, bowing politely to this middle-aged man like an old gentleman.

"Yes, I received a message from you and rushed over from Romania immediately!" Dracula smiled.

Everyone heard the words and looked at each other, all shocked and revered.

They came to the castle to summon Battle, but it was only twenty minutes, and it was certainly less than ten minutes.

But within ten minutes, Dracula came across Paris across three small countries.

This speed is faster than the supersonic fighter!

Is this still human?

That ’s the real deity!

"Battle, don't worry, can I talk to him first?"

Dracula turned his head leisurely, looking at Jiang Tian with a smile.

"Of course, listen and respect!" Butler said respectfully.

"Dear Mr. Jiang Taichu, in Romania, Duke Dracula!"

Dracula is personable, like an old gentleman, bows politely, then straightens his back and says:

"In fact, I have heard of you for a long time and I admire you so much that you can even surpass Ye Tianren of that year!"

"I think we belong to a camp. If you like, you might as well join the bloodline and give Sodoni to the bloodline management. How about we subvert the existing order?

"Why give you? How old are you?" Jiang Tian dismissed.

"If you don't agree, then I will justify the justice for the Rothschild family"

Dracula's face suddenly became cold, and then she shrugged gracefully: "Maybe I'm not confident about your life, but your family--"

"You are looking for death!" Jiang Tian's eyes were cold.

auzw.com "I think you're looking for death!"

Dracula's eyes suddenly froze, and he sneered:

"Two duke-level blood races, three marquis-level! Even Ye Tianren is here, he dare not challenge!"

"Well, Dracula, you touched my bottom line!"

Jiang Tianyi shook his sleeves, his eyes were extremely cold and cold, and his murderousness was astonishing:

"Slowly say you're just a dirty and ugly vampire, you can't see the dead bat!"

"It is the Speakers of the Dark Council, the strong of the Holy See, and even the gods and gods are here. I will kill you!"

Since rebirth, Jiang Tian cares most about his family.

He can disregard the position of money and wealth, but never allow anyone to hurt his family in the slightest.

But the old guy Dracula dared to threaten him with his family, that is, touched his inverse scale.

Then kill no pardon!

Then he will die!

"Presumptuous, how dare you talk to the Lord Blood God like this?"

Raymond stepped forward and raised his voice in a loud voice.

He seemed bolder now.

Originally, he thought that Jiang Taichu must be three heads and six arms like a deity in Chinese mythology, as tall as a mountain.

But now I see, but Seoul, I'm just an ordinary person like me.

The arrival of the two blood races has also increased his confidence, where will he be the opponent of the French blood **** and Dracula!

"Noise!"

To him, how could Jiang Tian be polite, and with a cold face, he took a slap and patted it directly.

Snapped! With a sound.

Fragmented bones, steaming brains and blood spewed out like tides, and the headless body flew a few meters away.

Nathan's beloved son, Raymond, one of the Rothschild's default successors, died.

The crowd splattered with blood and brains, snoring together.

"Oh, my brother is dead! Lord Blood God, take revenge on my brother."

Anna Lian was so frightened that she screamed.

She ran behind Bartel, took the opportunity to hold his arm, and busted his breast on his arm.

"Jiang Taichu, you are so hard!"

James had a blue complexion, and his eyes were angry and spit fire, as if to burn Jiang Tian into fly ash.

"Son! My poor son!"

Nathan picked up his son's headless body, and the old tears criss-crossed and fell to the ground.

He did not expect Jiang Tian to be so fierce that he would kill Raymond without a word.

Compared to the other two children, he didn't really like Raymond.

This boy is arrogant, lascivious, unrecognizable, and has very ordinary talents in business and politics.

But no matter what, he is his own flesh and blood.

At this time, the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and he was heartbroken, and his heart was like a knife cut!

The atmosphere in the hall was instantly cold.

Everybody knows.

Jiang Tian killed his blood slave in front of Battle, and Dracula and Battle must have started.

"Jiang Taichu, you're too much, you don't even know what a powerful existence you are facing!"

Seeing this scene, Bartel was so angry that he patted the armrests of his chair and turned into a **** streamer.

"Shit, I should tell you this!"

Jiang Tian smiled disdainfully.

"Come out! Let's fight!"

Butler stood in the void, his face suddenly sullen, his long fangs popping up, and a fierce, violent breath erupted.

"as you wish!"

Jiang Tian slowly walked out of the hall and stepped up into the sky step by step.

He is very leisurely, but it gives people a sense of invincibility.

In the cultivation universe, those who dare to stop Jiang Tian will kill without amnesty.

On earth, he is even more polite.

"Not yet!"

"Deadly!"

"Martel and Dracula teamed up against Jiang Taichu. It is definitely the European Xeon World War. This is all beyond the saints!"

In the dense forest outside the old castle, many dark world powerhouses scratched their heads, anxious.

"Let's go in and see!" The alchemist suggested.

"That's not okay. It's too dangerous! The saints are fighting, but they are ruining the world!" The leader of the Iron Curtain organization shook his head again and again, and his face was very daunting.

"Come! Martel is here! Jiang Taichu is also here!"

Suddenly someone exclaimed.

"Look! It's them!"

Suddenly, the noisy voice disappeared without a trace.

Everyone looked up at the sky above the castle, holding their breath and keeping their eyes closed, their eyes were excited, but they didn't blink.

"Okay, you are quite capable, but tonight, the full moon, the stars are shining, it is a good time to kill you!"

In the sky, Bartle snorted and went ahead.

The blood that was visible to the naked eye quickly condensed between the palms of his fingers, and a ray of dazzling blood turned into red scales.

In the end, it turned into an evil dragon about 50 meters long.

This blood-red dragon surrounded by it, opened its teeth and claws, scorched its mouth, and roared again and again, which added to Bartel's sense of power.