Divine Blood Warrior

"No!"

Seeing the six people who suddenly rushed out and rushed to the cold tiger's nest, viscount Fergus and others shouted bad, turned and rushed to the cold tiger's nest.

Gray, Bernal and Ellis also screamed and rushed to the cold tiger's nest.

However, neither the five Viscount Fergus nor the three gray were close to the cold tiger nest. They could only watch the six people rush to the cold tiger nest and pick up the cold tiger cubs.

"It's him!"

Looking at one of the six, gray looked ugly.

The man was of medium build and gray hair. He was the Viscount of Locke, sten Locke, who warmly greeted them at the auction house.

At that time, the other party's face was full of gentle smiles, with natural affinity. The active concession during the auction was undoubtedly the aristocratic style.

At this time, although the other party still has a smile on his face, it is annoying no matter how he looks, and the robbery he is doing now has no aristocratic demeanor.

Sure enough, this man is a real villain!

"And them!"

At the same time, gray also noticed that Alfred and Morey, viscount Locke's two sons, were also among the six.

"Sten, it's you!"

Viscount Fergus, with blond hair flying like an angry lion, glared at Viscount Locke and roared angrily.

It was not easy to kill the cold tiger mother beast, but unexpectedly, the cold tiger cub was preempted by Viscount Locke. You can imagine his anger at this time.

"Viscount Fergus, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon!"

In the face of viscount Fergus's glare, viscount Locke looked as usual and greeted calmly.

He didn't have a mask, because it was unnecessary. The Viscount, who was enfeoffed by the Marquis of Sidney, knew each other's means quite well. Once he handed it in, he could recognize it immediately, so he didn't intend to cover his face at all.

"Hand it in!"

Vicomte Fergus, who was still in the mood of pretending to be coy with each other, rushed over angrily with Baron Ricardo.

"That won't work, ALF, Murray, you go first!"

Viscount Locke smiled and shook his head, gave an order, took three men to meet the five Viscount Fergus, and quickly handed them in.

The three men who followed him had the strength of superior blood soldiers. Although the number was one less than the five Viscount Fergus, the five Viscount Fergus were not in their heyday.

After a great war, both physical strength and blood power were consumed. Therefore, in the face of the struggle between Viscount Locke and his four people, he was only barely tied and could not even free up one person to pursue the cold tiger cub.

I can only watch ALF and Morey turn around and run to the dense mangroves with the cold tiger cubs.

"Stay!"

Fortunately, there were three people, gray, who intercepted ALF and Murray.

"Bernal, I've long wanted to meet you!"

Facing the three gray interceptors, Alf went straight to Bernal and fought with Bernal.

Morey kept running into the mangroves, leaving gray and Ellis chasing after him.

"Damn it, that guy is already a middle blood soldier!"

After chasing for a moment, Ellis had lost his opponent's figure. He was angry and roared, with both anger and jealousy in his heart.

Angry that the other party robbed the cold tiger cub, jealous that the other party was about the same age as him, but his strength had reached the middle blood warrior, and he was very far away from the middle blood warrior.

"Huh?"

He looked at his side and looked stunned. Gray, who should have been on his side, didn't know when he had separated from him and couldn't see his figure.

In the mangroves, a young man in Black War clothes ran quickly with a cold tiger cub in one hand.

The dense mangroves were easily avoided by him. Even holding a cold tiger cub in his hand had no great impact on his speed and flexibility.

Sometimes when vines get in the way, he jumps gently and has crossed the vines and fled in the past.

He could hear a lot of footsteps coming here. Obviously, the soldiers of the Fergus family were chasing him, but he didn't care. At his speed, those soldiers couldn't catch up with him.

He glanced at the cold tiger cub who had not opened his eyes in his left hand, and his eyes were full of joy, because his father had promised him to make the cold tiger cub his future mount.

Shua!

Suddenly, he felt a slight sound coming from the side, like a blowing breeze.

However, his keen hearing made him recognize the difference between the sound and the wind. The power of blood poured into his body, and his body became unusually flexible, just like a monkey in the forest.

The blood method he practiced was called "wooden monkey", which was deduced from the fierce blood animal wooden monkey. It was a kind of blood animal that was agile and could manipulate plants to fight.

Now he is just a middle blood warrior. Naturally, he can't use the blood beast ability to manipulate plants, but he has the flexibility of wooden monkey. Especially when the body is filled with blood, this flexibility is greatly enhanced.

He was suddenly low, and then quickly fled away from the wind.

Sniff——

At the moment when he was short, a long, bright sword swept over his head and cut many mangrove branches.

In his heart, he quickly pulled a long distance and pulled out a sword from his waist.

It's a long sword with fish scale patterns on its body. It's a thousand practice sword.

"It's you, gray Fergus!"

He looked surprised when he saw the man who made the sneak attack.

"How can you be so fast?"

He clearly saw the other party chasing after him just now. When did the other party run in front of him?

"Hand it in!"

He didn't answer the other party's doubts. The sneak attack made the other party hide. Gray didn't stop. He approached the other party with a few steps and swept the sword away from the other party again.

"Hum, it's up to you!"

Facing the coming gray, Murray snorted coldly, turned sideways to avoid the sword swept by gray again, and then stabbed gray from the side.

Although the timing is not quite right, he has long wanted to meet the man described by his father as a "competitor" in the future.

Shua!

Facing the sword stabbed from the side, gray turned fiercely, and the sword in his hand was swept to the side by his turning action.

Dang!

The two swords collided with each other, and then they were shocked and retreated several steps.

"You, you... Are already a middle blood soldier?"

Hold your body, and Murray was surprised.

The blood method "wolf of the wind" practiced by the Fergus family is the same as the blood method "wooden monkey" of the Locke family, which has not greatly increased the power.

But now the other party can compete with himself in the power competition. The strength of the other party is likely to be the same as himself, and has reached the middle blood warrior.

"How is it possible? You... How is it possible?"

However, he is not very confident about this conclusion. The other party is only 16 years old and less than 17 years old. He has only studied blood method for more than a year. How can he reach the middle blood warrior so soon?

The other party was surprised, but gray was not surprised. He stabilized his body and had saved to the other party again.

Shua!

The long sword in his hand turned into a cold light, stabbed it out and hit the other party's chest.

"Hum -"

Morey was short and avoided the sword. Not only that, but also he rushed towards gray with a short body, and the thousand practice sword in his hand swept out.

If he is cut, even if gray is wearing war clothes, he will suffer some injuries. If he doesn't have war clothes, he will be cut in two.

Dang——

Gray quickly drew his sword back to block, blocked the sword, and opened the distance by the force of anti shock.

Then, the power of his blood suddenly poured into his legs, his body turned into a residual shadow, and the whole man moved faster than before.

Those who practice the blood method "wolf of the wind" are good at speed. Now they use the blood force to increase the speed, and the speed has been increased. It is easy to get close to Morey's side.

Without any hesitation, a sword quickly tilted upward from bottom to top. The blade had an extremely dangerous smell. Facing the man who robbed the cold tiger cub, gray had no intention to keep his hand.

However, after all, Morey is also a medium blood soldier. At the critical moment, he used the power of blood, and his body's flexibility soared. The whole person is as flexible as a monkey. In this forest terrain with many trees, the advantage of flexibility is brought into full play.

Poof!

However, after all, he held a cold tiger cub in his hand, and his actions were more or less affected. He didn't feel it during running, but it was exposed in the battle that couldn't tolerate any influence.

Although he hid behind a tree, he still couldn't hide all of them. Before hiding behind the tree, his shoulder was wiped by the sword, his battle suit was cut, and there was a trace of blood on his body.

Sniff——

One blow injured the other party. Gray's eyes brightened, the blood power poured into his legs again, quickly caught up with the other party, and stabbed his heart back with a sword.

The strength has reached the middle blood warrior, and the blood power has become much stronger. He has tested it and has been able to use it ten times continuously. Therefore, when fighting, he is not as stingy as the lower blood warrior.

Poof!

There was another cut in Morey's back. This time, the injury was more serious than the previous injury, and even a trace of red could be seen flowing out.

Poof, poof, poof!

Gray shot one after another. Every time he used the power of blood, a wound would be added to Morey. Soon, several wounds would be added to the other party.

However, they were not fatal injuries. The other party avoided the key position with the sensitivity of the body.

"Go on like this..."

Pain came from several places all over the body. Morey's face twitched with pain. He didn't try to escape, but he didn't run as fast as the other party. Gray caught up with him before running a few steps.

Knowing that if it went on like this, the situation would be very bad. He took another look at the cold tiger cub who had not opened his eyes in his left hand. A cruel color flashed on his face and said in a cruel voice.

"I can't get it, and you can't get it!"

He threw up the cold tiger cub, practiced the sword in his hand, and ruthlessly cut off the cold tiger cub.

Knowing that he may not be able to protect the cold tiger cub, he plans to kill the cold tiger cub on the spot!