Ride and Cut

Dracula's blood energy is actually very powerful, both offensive and defensive, capable of both near and far. Erupting with full force, a finger-thick heavy stainless steel mountain shield can easily be broken.

　　 If you insist on analyzing the shortcomings, you can only say that since you have to use your own blood as a medium to use it, there will inevitably be a battery life defect. And this problem is almost unsolvable-after all, the reserves of magic power and fighting energy can rise with meditation, but I haven't heard of anyone who can cultivate the blood volume of his body several times more than ordinary people.

　　As a substance that actually exists, blood volume is limited by body size, which is an upper limit that cannot be broken anyway.

　　 Therefore, Richard’s positioning advice for Dracula has always been a high explosive assassin.

　　Because if even the fiercest first burst can't solve the opponent, it will become looser as it goes on, so it's better to quickly apply oil on the soles of your feet.

　　 "What's the difference with using your own blood before?" Lord Lord, with one hand on his hips, didn't feel too surprised.

　　According to Elizabeth's words, the so-called source blood is the essence remaining after removing all the individual characteristics in the blood. The blood knight uses this thing to display blood energy, it is not a fantasy.

　　 "It seems...it's no different from the minister's own blood." Degu stretched his hand to hold the blood sword.

　　 The blood-condensed weapon began to collapse from the tip of the sword, and the pitch-black liquid wrapped around his palm like a living thing, and turned into a fist armor in the rush, even the rivets and knots were vivid.

　　 "It's a pity that the amount that can be mobilized at one time has not increased."

　　 "Of course it can't be increased." Richard was very disdainful of his wishful thinking, "It is determined by mental power."

　　 "My lord, in this way, will I be able to use my blood arbitrarily?" Dracula's eyes flashed with unusually bright colors.

　　 Once the problems that have been plagued for a long time have been resolved, it is inevitable that there will be a sense of pleasure.

　　 "Yeah, you don't have to worry about running out of blood in the future." Richard laughed suddenly with his hands in his trouser pockets, "I mean, if you keep this lake for your whole life."

　　 Lord Lord just wanted to ask a few more questions, but a sudden burst of noise and exclamation interrupted him.

　　 Turned his head and saw Elizabeth, whose hands were tied, burst into trouble. She knocked Vera over her shoulder, and the sound of the soul and a series of kicks knocked Higuain who was about to draw her sword into a dizziness!

　　 "It seems that the estimate of 20 strokes is still too optimistic." Richard shrugged.

　　Vera didn't entangle with Higuain much, she flew up and down very quickly, and went straight to Nehru without hesitation. The kobold was so scared that he smashed his **** to the ground, and Elizabeth pinched his throat before he had time to ask for mercy.

　　 Due to the location distribution, Lord Lord rushed past to get at least ten breaths.

　　 But Elizabeth's plan didn't take that long to execute. The short limbs on the side of her skull were suddenly reversed, and they were tied to the corresponding positions on Nehru's head one by one!

　　 "Ah!" The kobold shaman immediately howled, miserable as never before.

　　 There are blue and white light particles flowing slowly in the eight short limbs, like a straw, as if trying to draw something out. As the ultimate trump card that Elizabeth has hidden until now, it must be very powerful to think about it with her toes.

　　 But Richard watched her savagely and worked hard for a long time-she didn't twitch!

　　 The light particles that just floated out of Nehru's head, after a short stalemate, drifted back slowly and firmly!

　　 Elizabeth chose the right time. Taking advantage of Richard's negligence, she won more than ten precious breaths for herself. But time passed quickly, and it seemed that the expected goal was not achieved.

　　 "Stop your hands immediately, three..." Richard's two hands have been supporting her jaw and top of her skull.

　　 This little hoof, a defeated general, even dared to make a mistake. The lord of the mountain fort, who claimed to be the incarnation of justice, couldn't help moving a bit of evil fire.

After 　　 three breaths, if she still doesn't know how to promote her, even a granite pillar of equal volume will definitely not escape the fate of breaking and breaking, let alone a fragile spine!

　　 "Two..." The palm of the hand has been slightly compressed, and he can exert force at any time.

　　 Eight short limbs were pulled out from Nehru's head and folded back to their original positions. I don't know if it was an illusion, Richard felt that Elizabeth's face had become very gray.

　　 She was once permeated with an almost divine brilliance, even after rebirth, she never dimmed. But now, this brilliance has completely disappeared, making her look more like a helpless ordinary girl.

　　 And Nehru was lying on the ground with his mouth slightly open, and he seemed to have fallen into a coma.

　　 "How is it possible! How is it possible!" Elizabeth's hesitation was as obvious as the lice on the top of the monk's head.

　　 She looks like a gambler who put the last copper on the table and flipped the book. After losing it, she didn't have the courage to take on it. She just questioned why fate was so unfair again and again.

"I don't want to ask the second time, what did you do just now?" Lord Lord's tone was very cold, like a gust of wind whistling on the polar ice sheet, with the cold that kills all things, making the rest of the people who rushed to be atmospheric. Don't dare to breathe.

　　 Elizabeth has been bathed in the spiritual storm sweeping the whole world since she was born.

　　 Her soul is completely distorted, depraved, and irritable. No matter how cold the attitude of outsiders is, it shouldn't be able to shock her even half.

　　 But this time, it had a miraculous effect.

　　 The alien beauty, who was originally harder than a stone, shuddered in fright, and stammered: "It's'Contemplation.' I started Contemplation."

　　 "Expand it." Richard took out the wire from the space ring and tied Elizabeth's feet firmly.

　　Since the negligence just now has been proved to be a mistake, then you must not fall back on the same mistake or lose your head.

　　 "I...I can forcibly initiate a spiritual war, and if I win, I can get all the memory and spiritual origin of the other party." At this moment, there is only one emotion on Elizabeth's face, that is, extreme fear, "Don't hit me..."

　　 Her death-hardness seemed to disappear suddenly and completely, becoming helpless and weak, and with that beautiful face, no matter how hard-hearted people are, they will inevitably feel pity.

　　 But the few people who heard these words can't take pity, like her eyes are like looking at some terrifying monster, they all gasped!

　　 They all understand that with the profound spiritual background of the other party, once a spiritual confrontation occurs, the person in this world who is qualified to break the wrist with her is probably a hundred times rarer than the three-legged toad!

　　 is like if the lord of the mountain castle can forcefully initiate a wrestling to determine the victory, how can anyone else survive?

　　 And once all the memory and spiritual origin are squeezed out, even if the body is still intact, it will definitely become mentally retarded, and there is no essential difference from death.