Countless deafening loud noises echoed in the entire air, making people frightened. The battlefield where corpses were everywhere was shrouded in an invisible force at this moment.
The war between the two sides will destroy the world.
Especially An Pingsheng, fierce and fierce, these can no longer describe the terror of An Pingsheng at this time.
He was in a state of madness and was so violent that he was in a mess. He roared one after another, and countless fireballs continued to sweep around him.
Before the three on the opposite side could react, they were frightened by the scene like countless meteorites falling.
At this moment, An Pingsheng... is invincible!!
"I am worthy of being the Tiger King!"
At this time, Dracula had already shown her true body, a tall blood-red body, a pale face, and two sharp fangs under her scarlet lips. Her red eyes were filled with bloodthirsty desires.
On the back is a pair of extremely huge bat wings with golden textures.
The gorgeous robe that was previously worn was torn apart at this moment, revealing its hairy body, and it was indescribable strangeness and ugliness.
In a messy way, Dracula waved his hand, and a terrible suction brewed in the pale palm with sharp nails.
"Blood source. Return!"
Within thousands of meters around, all creatures except An Pingsheng, whether human or beast, let out miserable wails at this moment, and blood mists spewed out from the bodies of these creatures, and finally these creatures carried life.
The blood mist of power gathered in Dracula's hands, leaving mummies everywhere.
Seeing Dracula becoming serious, Dumbledore was not willing to fall behind. He rode on the firebird, with a magic shield blocking the fireballs all over the sky, and lifting his staff high.
"Flame and wind cut!"
A huge magic circle appeared in front of Dumbledore. The firebird spat hard and countless flames rushed into the magic circle. The aura of destruction contained in the magic circle became stronger and stronger.
Niedhog in the air, looking at the other two companions with various tricks, couldn't help but feel depressed, and he only had a monotonous breath.
"His grandma, if Longyu's magic had not been lost, would I have to be so frustrated?"
Although Niedhog was thinking about it, his attack did not stop, and a fierce dragon breath condensed again.
This is the power of high-end strong people. In the era of spiritual energy recovery, high-end strong people truly have the right to decide and have unparalleled advantages.
The emergence of a high-end strongman is enough to change the end of a battle.
When An Pingsheng saw the powerful attack condensed from the opposite side, he was not afraid.
Although Dracula's moves look very terrible, it seems that all living creatures within a radius of thousands of meters will die.
But in fact, this move is nothing to An Pingsheng, and it is even far behind Zhong Qingyu's Blood Cloud Banner.
The moment Dracula waved to him, An Pingsheng could feel the special force in the air, and subconsciously An Pingsheng was ready to dodge.
But at this moment, the instinct of the body told An Pingsheng that he was safe, and that this level of power could not affect An Pingsheng himself.
The facts proved that An Pingsheng was not wrong. At the moment when this force enveloped him, An Pingsheng did feel that his blood flow speed was speeding up for a moment, but the next second, the ancient blood hidden in the blood seemed to have noticed it.
What, the blood that had already started to flow faster has returned to normal again.
As for the attack prepared by Dumbledore and Needhog, An Pingsheng snorted coldly, playing with fire? He can be their ancestors.
The black-patterned king character above his head surged again, and a golden light flashed, and Zhong Qingyu appeared on the battlefield.
Since they are all playing with blood, see if they are the East or the West is better.
After receiving An Pingsheng's order, Zhong Qingyu flew towards Dracula with the Blood Cloud Banner.
Dracula's bloody eyes were filled with a hint of greed, and his scarlet tongue licked his lips, mixed with the blood of life, and condensed into a bloody sword in Dracula's hands!
The undead?
Dracula also noticed Zhong Qingyu's condition at this time.
With a wave of the blood-colored sword in his hand, a sharp sword energy was thrown out, leaving a hundred-meter-long sword mark on the ground. Greed flashed in Dracula's bloody eyes: "Tiger King, you're not spared."
I despise me too much. I want to use this invincible blood-colored sword in my hand.
Cut your body inch by inch, don’t worry, I promise not to lose a drop of your precious blood!”
The next moment, Dracula, a vampire holding a blood-red sword in his hand, set off a terrifying sonic boom, turning into a blood shadow, Zhong Qingyu rushed forward.
An Pingsheng heard that he ignored him. His flame wings condensed and headed towards Dumbledore and Needhog. He let them go last time, this time, they would not be so lucky!
Seeing An Pingsheng ignoring himself, Dracula flashed a look of anger again.
But Zhong Qingyu had already arrived in front of him, so he had to tear him apart first.
Dracula's speed is very fast. In the eyes of ordinary people, this terrible speed that has reached the speed of sound is no longer something that the naked eye can keep up with.
But for Zhong Qingyu, who has not much difference in strength, although Dracula's speed is very fast, he is not even unable to react.
Although Zhong Qingyu lacked most of his intelligence, his combat consciousness was not destroyed. He stared at the vampire Dracula who was rushing towards him. A strange look appeared on Zhong Qingyu's face.
For some reason, when Zhong Qingyu looked at the blood-colored sword in Dracula's hand, he felt a strong feeling that he could even plunder the blood mist on it.
In short, under such a strange mood, strands of blood-colored ghost energy permeated the strange blood cloud banner. Facing the vampire Dracula and the blood-colored heavy sword in the other party's hand, it hit the blood cloud flying with one blow
Come out, with a shrill sound of the wind!
The next moment, the blood cloud filled with strange aura collided with the heavy sword filled with blood.
bite!
Click!
A crisp sound, in the vampire Dracula's confused expression, the blood mist that looked like a cloud, without any threat, easily shattered his invincible blood-colored heavy sword.
No, it was not to smash it, but to swallow the blood on it and then corrode his sword.
Dracula's face turned paler when she was shocked. The undead's blood control was stronger than himself!
Is this the mysterious power from the East?!
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