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Who would believe this if it was to be heard?
The dignified duke-level blood clan, the fierce French blood god, was slapped in the face.
This has never been done in France, or even in European history.
"My God, actually...slapped in the face!"
"Is Jiang Taichu's strength so terrifying?"
On the outside, many dark powerful men watching the battle changed their faces, and their hearts were thrilling, and the storm was stirred up in their hearts.
Only by reaching their level can you understand what Jiang Tian’s playing style means!
This shows that in the battle with Bater, Jiang Tian completely dominated, completely suppressing Bater's terrifying power and many blood clan secret techniques, leaving him without any strength to resist or even dodge.
Otherwise, how could it be possible to slap someone else in the face?
This is not a street gangster fight, but a life-and-death battle that destroys the world and destroys the earth!
Bartel is not only strong, but also extremely arrogant. How could he bear it when he was slapped in the face in public?
If the rumors go out, you will become the laughing stock of the dark world and will never raise your head forever.
In an instant, Bartel's eyes turned red, and his turbulent anger almost broke his chest.
His fangs were scattered, his blue blood vessels leaped straight, and he roared to the sky: "I want to take you-"
Bang!
Jiang Tian slapped again, making Bartel stagger and almost fell to the ground.
"The outfit is quite fancy, and the heroic appearance is so cool. Are you a wedding ceremonial? You are all human beings, you pretend to be a chicken feather!"
Bartel was beaten to the point of his eyes, bleeding his mouth, and his cheeks were broken.
But he was shocked to find that in front of Jiang Tian, he could not use all kinds of blood clan secret techniques.
His overwhelming power was completely imprisoned, like an ordinary person, without any power to fight back.
Bartel couldn't help but feel shocked. Before he could react, another slap came in the face.
"You are pretty handsome? Keep showing me how handsome!" Jiang Tian slapped again.
"You, can you stop slapping it in the face?" Bartel was so angry that he was about to cry.
"Just slap you in the face! Who makes you more handsome than me!"
Jiang Tian slapped again and knocked Bater away his evil and crazy fangs.
"Blood God, haha, you deserve to be called 'God'! You God shows me!"
Bang!
Jiang Tian smiled and slapped again, and Bartle's nostrils were bleeding.
Everyone was stunned, and Bartel was also stunned, dizzy and dizzy.
Nathan felt that everything in front of him was like a nightmare, very unreal.
This is incredible!
The dignified Black Duke, in front of Jiang Taichu, was like an ordinary person without any power, and was slapped by Jiang Taichu in the east and west!
"Aren't you very handsome?"
Bang!
Jiang Tian slapped him down.
"Aren't you very arrogant?"
Another slap!
At this time, Bartle finally reacted, and his hair was so angry that he stood up like a hedgehog.
"Haha, Black Duke? Blood God?"
Jiang Tianman mocked him and slapped him again.
He was too lazy to say anything, and everyone understood that this was not a crush at all.
The dignified Black Duke, Bartel, was beaten like a dog, without any strength to fight back.
In front of Jiang Tian, he didn't even have dignity, let alone fight back.
Bang!
The final slap was like a destructive force.
Bater was swirling and flying dozens of meters away as if he was whipped, and smashed heavily into the ruins of the castle, covered in dust.
After a long time, the Black Duke Bartel crawled out and roared angrily: "Jiang Taichu, you have completely angered me!"
"Today, even if I have lost three hundred years of essence and blood, I will tear you into pieces!"
Bartel's eyes were red with anger.
Even when he was facing the Holy See, the Temple of Gods, and tens of thousands of European troops, he could deal with it calmly and escape in a drift.
Now, Jiang Tian slapped so much that he was so angry that he was so aggrieved that he wanted to cry.
"Blood and fire are in the sky!"
Bater roared.
All the essence and blood in the body were burning, turning into pillars of fire that soared into the sky, emptying and rising.
"Batter, you're too risky!"
Dracula's face changed drastically, and she exclaimed in surprise, trying to stop it.
This "blood and fire are in the sky" is Bartel's unique trick.
Burning the essence and blood of the natal world to gain ten times stronger than the original combat power, but once he uses this move, it will be equivalent to half of his life being ruined.
This is a desperate move!
"No one should stop me. Today, I will kill this guy!"
Bater's nails and fangs swelled up, his pupils contracted into needle tips, and his eyes were like snake eyes, becoming more and more weird.
Swish!
Two wings covered with bone spurs, like bats, stretched out their clothes and came out from their backs, about ten meters long.
The blood and energy of the whole body were surging like a tide, and a surging fierce aura rose into the sky.
The momentum composed of blood, hostility and murderous aura soared into the sky, as if a cannonball exploded into a mushroom cloud.
Today, he was so humiliated by Jiang Tian. If he didn't kill Jiang Tian, he would not be able to wash away this humiliation.
In an instant, between heaven and earth, dark clouds rolled over the sky and the sun, blood filled with energy, like boiling, and red light filled every inch of space, as if there was a taboo power being triggered.
"I like Warriors with hearts, but I will never let him expire!"
"Warrior, I will swallow you in one bite! Smell your delicious and sweet blood carefully!"
Bartel showed his fangs, waved his cloak, and raised his hand to point at Jiang Tian.
As soon as his words came to earth.
The blood and energy in the world suddenly subsided and turned into an extremely sticky black mist like vinyl, wrapping up towards Jiang Tian.
This black fog is about fifty meters long, sticky, smooth, soft and without scattering. Sometimes it is like an octopus, sometimes it is like a giant python, changing in an instant, presenting a magical and gloomy beauty.
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Wherever the black fog passes, plants wither, birds fall to the ground, wild cats are stiff, turning into white bones and ashes in the blink of an eye, and all vitality is deprived.
Even the Luo family members who were hundreds of meters away from the black fog died in an instant and fell to the ground on their backs.
"Black Death Curse! Go back!"
Seeing this scene, many powerful people watching the battle turned pale with shock, as if a mouse was screaming as if he saw a cat.
It is one of the ten most powerful curses in the European vampire world, with a very powerful reputation, and everyone who hears it will be frightened.
Rumor has it that this terrible curse was taught to Batel by the first vampire, Cain, the most powerful bloody ancestor.
Bater once used this curse to kill tens of thousands of elite British troops in one word during the British-French war, causing them to suffer from the Black Death and die in pain and struggle.
"The handsome guy will definitely win!"
Annalian's eyes were excited. Maybe Martel would turn the tables this time, not necessarily turn the tables.
"I used this curse to kill 37,000 people in one word!"
"Today, I will use your essence and blood to strengthen my black death curse!"
Bater's aura soared, and he waved his hands repeatedly. The power of the curse even split the dark clouds in the sky.
"This curse is big and unreasonable! It's like garbage!"
Jiang Tian smiled disdainfully and shook his head gently.
"You are still stubborn when you die!"
Bartel roared angrily, pinched his fingers with both hands, and stomped his right foot.
Bang!
The ground was sunk into a deep pit, trembling violently like an earthquake, and his magic power was induced to the extreme.
Boom!
roar!
The black curse constantly transforms, sometimes like a skull, tilting the grooves and applying force and chewing wildly.
Sometimes it is like a demon with sheep's horns, roaring and dancing steel forks, sweeping across the world.
The vinyl-like black death curse completely wrapped Jiang Tian, constantly pulling and rotating.
Bang bang bang bang!
Several villas were crushed into powder by the Black Death Curse, and the peaks were razed to the ground, and trees and stones flew around.
It is already shocking to transform mental power, interfere with reality, and have such powerful power.
What's more, this is the most vicious curse in the world, and one drop can kill a master of the realm of transformation.
"My seven hundred years of essence and blood condensed into the black death curse, even if the Chinese immortals are here, they will die!"
Bater was so tired that his seven orifices spewed out bleeding arrows, dripping down, making his face look even more ferocious and terrifying.
But he smiled proudly, with a mad smell:
"Jiang Taichu, no matter how powerful you are, no matter how powerful you are, no matter how powerful you are in China, you will die!"
He is now burning his essence and blood, and his combat power is increased ten times, condensed into the Black Death Curse, confident that even the Eastern Immortals and Western Holy Kings can be wiped out.
"You dare to offend the authority of the Black Earl and provoke the dignity of the French Blood God, and only die!"
He just finished speaking.
I heard a faint voice coming from the vinyl-like curse power: "Have you made enough trouble?"
This voice made everyone's smiles froze on their faces in an instant and could never laugh.
This voice was a bit sarcastic, a bit cold and impatient, just like an adult seeing a naughty child.
Then, everyone was stunned to see Jiang Tian walking out of the vinyl-like curse, unscathed, feeling leisurely and leisurely.
The next moment, Jiang Tian stepped out of the air, crossed hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye, and came to Bater, and was slapped in front of him again.
Bang!
Bartel was beaten to the ground.
His head smashed a deep pit into the marble floor, and his body also fell into it.
Jiang Tian walked to the edge of the deep pit, looked down at Battel, and said sarcastically: "Is this your trick?"
Half of Bater's head shattered, but under the secret method of the blood clan, it condensed again.
"You are not even qualified to use my strength!"
Jiang Tian's words seemed to hit Bater's chest with a heavy hammer, and seemed to slap him in the face in succession.
"What did you say?"
At this moment, he gritted his teeth, his face full of anger and reluctance, and then gradually turned into endless shock and fear.
"I said, with the power of you, you don't even have the qualification to make me serious!"
"With your level and combat power, I want to protect the Rothschild family and punish me? You are too arrogant and narcissistic! Are you making trouble!"
Jiang Tianman said authentically with mocking.
"You! I want to kill you!"
Bartel blushed and felt humiliated. He struggled to get up and roared in anger.
"Is that right? I will never repent!"
Jiang Tian sneered, raised his right hand, and then gently patted it like a fly.
Boom!
A giant Gengjin palm about ten meters long and engraved with endless Taoist patterns smashed down like the palm of a giant spirit god.