Chapter 1124

They did not use long-range weapons such as blood guns, but pulled out one sword and one sword respectively.

These two weapons look simple on the surface, but in fact they are special assassin artifact.

This sword abandons the complicated characteristic of blood weapons, abandons all the patterns and decorations that are not conducive to combat power, and only pursues the maximization of lethality.

In the tradition of the blood clan world, this kind of weapon is a fallen weapon that is despised, but no one can ignore the terrible lethality of this kind of non-standard weapon.

Moreover, no matter how to transform, this knife and shot is always a weapon of Prince level. It is powerful and can not only carry the power of Prince level, but also cause fatal damage to the strong of Blood Prince level.

With the master's waving, the blade of the black Sabre lengthened inexplicably. At first, it looked like a short blade. When it was cut on the top of Prince feiterlie's head, it turned into a majestic long sword.

There is also the blue sword, which vibrates constantly in the process of delivery. This kind of vibration does not mean that the owner of the sword is timid, but that his swordsmanship has been promoted to a micro level. In the process of delivery, the damage is constantly superimposed. Once he touches the other side, it will definitely cause unimaginable damage.

The masters of this sword and sword have done their best. They want to kill Prince feiterlie and end the battle which has been delayed for a long time.

However, they did not expect that Prince feiterlie was a very cunning enemy compared with the black horn warrior.

Prince feiterlie has been forbearing, just to keep a hand, waiting for the three guys to do it.

Although he was bleeding and was drawn a lot of vitality by the axe, he always had the spare power to wait for the other side to get close.

Although only two of them came up in the end, it was enough.

It's late, it's fast! Prince Frederick suddenly slapped his right arm with a backhand.

Only a crisp crack was heard, and Prince Frederick's right arm joint twisted and deformed, showing a strange angle.

At this time, the two powerful princes' swords and swords had been stabbed in front of them.

At this critical moment, something strange happened!

Prince Frederick's right arm suddenly fell off and became a skeleton like white bone, revealing his finger bones.

At the same time, time and space seemed to slow down around Prince Frederick.

The swords of the two powerful princes changed from very fast to very slow in the eyes of Prince feiterlie, and fell one by one.

Prince feiterlie, with a grimace on his face, leisurely extended his right hand, which turned into a white bone. First, he poked his finger into the throat of the powerful prince holding the sword on the left, and then gently brushed it, turned his finger into a claw, and grasped the cheek of the powerful sword on the right.

Those two strong people seem to have no awareness, until space and time return to normal at the same time, then they have induction.

Bang! Boom! One of the two strong men spattered blood in his throat, regressed, one cheek was deeply sunken, as if he had been splashed with strong acid, and decayed rapidly with the speed visible to the naked eye.

The prince level strong man, who had almost immortal body, could not control the injury completely after this finger and claw, and both of them made a shrill scream.

The breath of the two strong men is declining rapidly, and the position of zhongzhao injury is constantly expanding and disintegrating.

In the twinkling of an eye, they had only half of their bodies left, like two pieces of wood, and they fell to the ground without any vital signs.

At this time, even the black horn warrior, who didn't know what death was, even retreated and cowered, his dark eyes shining with fear.

Prince Frederick's face was cold, and a smile finally appeared in the corner of his mouth.

"Corpse hand? You have a corpse hand? " The remaining Prince level strong man was shocked and asked in silence.

"Corpse hand" is the left hand of Cain, the first blood clan at the beginning of the creation of the world. This hand contains the secret of the origin of the blood clan world.

"You have some insight. Kneel down and beg for mercy! Dedicate your life and dignity to me, maybe I will consider sparing your life! " Cried Prince Frederick sternly.

The corpse hand and the execution axe are one of the thirteen sacred implements of the blood clan, but the corpse hand is much more mysterious than the execution axe. Because no one knows what the attribute of the corpse hand is. In other words, some people may have seen it, but those who have seen it have all died.

"You, how can you have two sacred vessels? This is ridiculous The remaining one still can't believe what he saw until now.

If it wasn't for the two sacred weapons, how could Prince feiterlie kill the two powerful people of Datong in one move, and it was still under the condition of fighting the black horn soldiers.

The prince, who is in charge of the criminal Department of Metropolitan Police, is really not an ordinary person.

Although these three strong men of the blood hunting guild have such a powerful weapon as the black horn warriors, they still seriously underestimated the management sequence, or the fate of Prince feiterlie.

At this time, the two strong men in the ruins looked up at the same time and focused on the right side.

Because in that direction, they felt a breath of Prince level at the same time. Although the breath was not strong, it was really Prince level.

After such a fierce battle, both sides are almost at the end of the storm. Even Prince feitre, who has the upper hand at the moment, is also exhausted to the limit.

I saw a young man in white on the stage. He was spotless and his son was like jade. He looked out of place with the broken ruins around him.

It was Shen Jianxin who rushed back from the border forest.

Seeing Shen Jianxin, Prince feiterlie's eyes jumped slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

After Shen Jianxin appeared, he didn't say any more nonsense and rushed to the black horn warrior.

His attitude was so firm that it was too fast for people to react.

The spiritual wave swept by, and the spiritual connection between the black horn warrior and the operator was cut off on the spot.

Without hesitation, Shen Jianxin pulled out the longhuang gun at his waist, pulled the trigger, and fired three shots in a row, all of them on the black horn warrior.

The poor black horned soldier, who was already wounded and tired, was dazed by the three shots and wailed all the way.

Without waiting for the other side to react, Shen Jianxin bullied him like lightning and put his blood sucking blade into the back neck, waist and inner thigh of the black horn warrior.

After three stabs in a row, the black horned soldier was like a refrigerator with the power plug pulled out. He put out the fire on the spot and fell to the ground without saying a word.

Shen Jianxin's skill of inserting the sword is very exquisite. Seeing the two experts on the scene, he is frightened.

Obviously, he specially studied how to deal with the black horned soldiers. First, he cut off their spiritual connection, and then sealed each other's vital points with the blood sucking blade and his own blood gas, making them lose their mobility and even their activity in the body.

You know, there are a lot of people who can think of these methods, but they have to do it by hand like Shen Jianxin, and it's as accurate as a scalpel, but it's definitely one in a million.

As long as there is one place that is not accurate to mm, the gene power in the black horn warrior's body will automatically resist, and the result is that it can't be controlled at all.

Seeing Shen Jianxin finish this difficult scene with his own eyes, the rest of the strong man of the blood clan only felt that his heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley. He shook his head and sighed. As soon as he reached out, he took off the mask on his face and showed his true face.

This man is Shen Jianxin's old acquaintance, the manager of the blood hunting Association, Lord Feng Suo.

Although this answer is not unexpected, Shen Jianxin still has some small accidents.

According to Shen Jianxin's understanding of Feng Suo, the other side is better at hiding in the dark to manipulate people's hearts, rather than taking the initiative to stand in front of the table to fight.

Lord Feng Suo seemed to have guessed the question in Shen Jianxin's heart. He could not help shaking his head and said with a bitter smile, "I specialize in mental control. No one can control this thing!"

His words were not only for Shen Jianxin's explanation, but also for Prince feiterlie. He already felt that the situation was over and wanted to fight for his own life.