Dragon Wizard of the Heavens

"Swish!"

A flash of cold light flashed across, and the two blood slaves were directly cut off their arms, and the wound was immediately frozen, and the blood did not flow out at all. Then there was a click, and the blood slave was directly hit by a sword owl and another The blood slave found that something was wrong and wanted to escape, but the ice damage made his body stiff.

Paris, who had caught up before two steps, stabbed his heart with a sword, and a layer of ice formed on the pierced part. Paris gently drew the sword, and the blood slave's heart was broken into countless pieces. Ice slag.

"You are also considered a blood race? It's just some defective products."

"Fuck!"

A burst of clear applause came from the passage, and Paris turned his head to look at the figure.

"Good skill, and you got your weapon from a secret store."

Through the dim light, Alan could see the person who was talking clearly-wearing a tuxedo, with a delicate bat badge pinned on his left chest, short golden hair, green eyes, handsome, with a trace of evil, and his face pale. , Looks like he has recovered from a serious illness, a middle-aged man dressed as a typical nobleman.

There was still a perfume sprinkled on the body, but Paris distinguished the **** smell under the cover of the perfume.

Paris tightened his weapon tightly and did not speak. He knew the strength of the real blood race, the speed that human beings can't match. Once they find your flaws, they will give you a fatal blow without hesitation.

"Since you have the secret store items in your hand, the secret voucher is also on you." The vampire did not attack for the first time, but asked in a leisurely manner.

"It's indeed in my hands."

"What do you want?"

"Yes, as long as you give me the secret voucher, then I will let you go today, and even give you a first embrace, so that you will become a noble blood family, not the kind of lowly blood slave." The vampire listened. There was a flash of light in Paris's words.

"Not enough, I want mysterious credentials, these alone are not enough." Paris shook his head and said.

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

"Money, woman or power? Or is it a longer life? All of these are okay, as long as you hand over that mysterious voucher, you can talk about it."

"Can you give these to me?"

"Of course." The vampire nodded proudly.

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

"Change one, what do you want?" Hearing what Paris said, the vampire frowned and looked at Paris and said.

"I want" Paris looked to the side, and the vampire turned his head to follow Paris's gaze with some doubts.

"I want it, your little life!" With a loud shout, Paris raised the blue rose in his hand and robbed it directly.

"Boom!"

The firing pin ignited the bottom fire, the gun smoke diffused, and bullets with frost damage were sent to the vampire in an instant.

As soon as Paris fired the shot, the vampire's body instantly made an afterimage and dodged. The bullet hit the wall behind him, and a layer of frost appeared on the wall.

"You dare to refuse the kindness of the great Foster. I will **** your blood and turn you into the lowest blood slave, and then forgive your actions until death."

Foster's face became extremely hideous when he avoided the attack, sharp canine teeth appeared, and a pair of black bat-like wings appeared behind him, his eyes were blood red, his head was elongated, and he looked like a huge bat.

"Dirty bugs, can only hide in the dregs in the dark." Paris sneered coldly.

"You're looking for death!" Foster's figure disappeared in a flash, and Paris, who had been nervous all the time, cut his hand behind him without looking back.

"Response quickly!"

"However, mortals are mortals after all!"

The voice suddenly came from behind, and Paris even felt a chill in his ears. Before he could think about it, a tumbling and then turning around was a sword, but before he could cut the sword off, his wrist was grabbed by a cold palm.

The cold palm was like a pair of iron tongs, and the pain in the wrist immediately made Paris's sword-holding hand loose, and the glacier fell directly to the ground.

"Boom!"

Without ignoring his arm, Paris pulled out the blue rose with his left hand, fired three shots at the vampire close at hand, and shot the remaining three bullets in the pistol instantly. For the power of this pistol, Paris knew very well that even if a vampire was shot, he would suffer a lot.

It’s just a scene that surprised him. Suddenly, a shield made of blood appeared in front of the vampire. Cause any harm to him.

"The weapon is good, but it missed!" Foster looked at Paris triumphantly, and then pressed his palm.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the entire arm was directly broken by the vampire, and the arm was folded into an exaggerated angle. The arm was abruptly broken, and Paris wailed in pain.

"To be honest, I am disappointed in you!"

"Now what do you do? If not, then become my blood slave!"

"Hahaha, I'm already looking forward to it, what you will look like after becoming a blood slave, a blood slave of a demon hunter, it's exciting to think about it."

Looking at the wailing Pastor~www.novelmt.com~ Fords laughed wildly, and then stretched out his arm and directly grabbed Paris who was rolling on the ground, spreading out a terrifying mouth full of fangs and he was about to bite directly. Go up.

"Ah! Damn reptiles, dare to hurt the great blood!"

Just when the vampire was about to bite Paris's neck, a mouthful of liquid that smelled of pungent garlic was spit directly onto the vampire's face.

Ordinary garlic cannot kill vampires, but this highly concentrated garlic essence is highly toxic to vampires. Unsuspecting Ford screamed and directly loosened his arm and stained the skin of garlic essence. There was a sizzling noise, a foul smell came out, and soon his skin began to fester, revealing the black bones inside.

Paris endured the severe pain, grabbed the glacial sword that fell to the ground, and stabbed the tumbling vampire continuously. The stabbed place quickly freezes, and finally a sword cut off his ugly head. The vampire's body twitched for a few times and then completely weakened, and then directly turned into a team of rotten skeletons.

"Bah, baah, vomit." Seeing that the vampire was completely dead, Paris kept spitting out. The smell of garlic made him feel like he was dying immediately. Before he could deal with the injury, Paris grabbed a glass of beer and poured it down. Then gargle wildly.