Ride and Cut

Dracula's blood power is actually very powerful, both offensive and defensive, and can be used from far and near. Explode with all your strength, and a finger-thick heavy stainless steel mountain shield can be easily broken.

If you insist on analyzing the shortcomings, you can only say that since you need to use your own blood as the medium to perform, there will inevitably be battery life defects. And this question is almost unsolvable-after all, the reserves of magic power and battle energy can also increase with meditation, but I have never heard of anyone who can cultivate the blood volume on his body to several times more than that of ordinary people.

As a substance that actually exists, blood volume is subject to body size, which is the upper limit that cannot be broken no matter what.

Therefore, Li Cha's suggestion for Dracula's positioning has always been a high-explosive assassin, and it is best to flee thousands of miles immediately if he misses a hit.

Because if even the most ferocious first burst can't deal with the opponent, it will become looser and looser as you continue to fight hard, so it's better to quickly apply oil on the soles of your feet.

"Is it any different from using your own blood before?" The lord put one hand on his hip, not too surprised.

According to Elizabeth, the so-called source blood is the essence that remains after removing all the individual characteristics in the blood. It is not a fantasy for the blood knight to use this thing to display blood power.

"It seems...it's no different from the subject's own blood." De Gu stretched his hand to hold the blood sword.

The blood-congealed weapon began to crumble from the tip of the sword, and the pitch-black liquid wrapped around his palm like a living thing, and turned into a pair of fist armor in the tumbling, even the rivets and knots were lifelike.

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

"Of course it can't be increased." Li Cha was very disdainful of his wishful thinking, "It's determined by spiritual power."

"Your Majesty, in this way, can't I use my blood energy at will?" Dracula's eyes were shining with unusually bright splendor.

Once the problems that have been troubling for a long time are solved, it is inevitable to have a sense of exaltation.

"Yeah, you don't have to worry about not having enough blood in the future." Li Cha put his hands in his trouser pockets and suddenly chuckled, "I mean, if you guard this lake for the rest of your life."

Just as the lord was about to ask a few more questions, a sudden burst of noise and exclamation interrupted him.

Turning his head, he saw Elizabeth, whose hands were tied, violently raised her head, knocked Vera over with her shoulder, and kicked Higuain, who was about to draw his sword, dizzy with the roar of requiem and a series of kicks!

"It seems that the estimate of twenty moves is still too optimistic." Li Cha shrugged.

Vera didn't get entangled with Higuaindo, her movements were extremely agile, and she went straight to Nehru without hesitation. The kobold was so scared that he fell to the ground, and before he could ask for mercy, Elizabeth pinched his throat.

Due to the location distribution, the lord needs at least a dozen breaths to rush over.

But it didn't take long for Elizabeth's plan to be implemented. The short limbs on the side of her skull were suddenly bent in the opposite direction, piercing the corresponding positions on Nehru's head one by one!

"Ah!" The kobold shaman howled immediately, in an unprecedented misery.

There are blue and white light particles flowing slowly in the eight short limbs, like straws, as if trying to draw out something. As Elizabeth's ultimate hole card that has been hidden until now, it must be very powerful if you think about it with your toes.

But Li Cha watched as she worked hard for a long time with a ferocious face - he didn't twitch!

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

Elizabeth chose the right timing, taking advantage of Li Cha's negligence, and won a dozen precious breaths for herself. But time flies, and it seems that the expected goal has not been achieved.

"Stop immediately, three..." Li Cha's two hands were already supporting her lower jaw and the top of her skull.

This little hoof, a defeated general, dared to make a mistake. The lord of Gaoshan Castle, who claimed to be the incarnation of justice, couldn't help stirring up a bit of evil fire.

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

"Two..." The palm of the hand has been slightly compressed, ready to exert force at any time.

The eight short limbs were pulled out from Nehru's head and returned to their original positions. I don't know if it's an illusion, but Li Cha always feels that Elizabeth's face has become very gray and defeated.

She used to be filled with an almost divine radiance, which never faded even after reincarnation. 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 monk's head.

She looks like a gambler who puts the last coin on the table to make money. After losing it all, she doesn't have the courage to bear it. She just asks why fate is so unfair again and again.

"I don't want to ask you a second time, what exactly did you do just now?" His lord's tone was very cold, like the howling wind on the extreme northern ice field, with the coldness that killed everything, so that the rest of the people who came afterward did not dare to breathe.

Since Elizabeth was born, she has been bathed in the spiritual storm that swept the whole world.

Her soul is completely distorted, evil, and irritable. No matter how cold the attitude of outsiders is, it shouldn't be able to deter her even a little bit.

But this time, it had a miraculous effect.

The heterogeneous beauty who was originally harder than a stone trembled in fright and stammered, "It's 'Dementor', I activated Dementia."

"Expand and talk." Li Cha took out the iron wire from the interspatial ring, and tied Elizabeth's feet firmly.

Now that the negligence just now has been proven to be a mistake, it is absolutely impossible to fall twice on the same mistake and suffer twice.

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

Her stubbornness seemed to disappear completely all of a sudden, and she became helpless and weak. Coupled with that dazzlingly beautiful face, no matter how hard-hearted people are, they will inevitably feel pity.

But the few people who heard these words couldn't care less about pity, her eyes seemed to be looking at some horrible monster, and they gasped in unison!

They all understand that with the depth of the other party's spiritual background, once a spiritual confrontation takes place, people who are qualified to wrestle with her in this world are probably a hundred times rarer than three-legged toads!

It's like if the lord of the alpine castle can forcefully initiate a wrestling to determine the outcome, how can anyone else survive!

And once all memory and spiritual origin are squeezed out, even if the body is still safe, it must become mentally handicapped, and there is no essential difference from death.