Leng Qingqiu was about to draw his sword, but Ye Tian stretched out his hand to stop him.
"Leave this guy to me!"
This is a zombie in front of me, but I am the ancestor of the corpse puppet. As a heavenly demon body that is hard to find in the Kunlun world for thousands of years, it is perfect to deal with this guy.
After saying that, Ye Tian strode out, came to Aubameyang, and punched him without any nonsense.
"Ignorant Chinese!"
Aubameyang did not dodge, but had a mocking look on his lips.
If it was Leng Qingqiu who took action, he would still be extremely afraid of the opponent's sword energy, but if it were someone else who was still using his bare hands, wouldn't this be courting death?
With his ten-thousand-year-old zombie body, it is impossible for the opponent to break through his defense, and after being contaminated with corpse poison, it will turn into a pool of pus and blood within a short time.
Because of this, he did not dodge, allowing Ye Tian's punch to hit his chest firmly.
But the pride and ridicule only lasted for a short moment. When the punch hit, his expression suddenly changed.
Ye Tian's fist looks ordinary, but in fact it has reached the state of returning to nature, condensing all the energy into one point and suddenly bursting out.
Aubameyang's self-proclaimed defensive power was completely weak in front of this punch and had no effect at all.
With just one punch, his whole body flew out like a cannonball, a black hole was punched out of his chest, and all his internal organs were destroyed.
"this……"
At this time, a group of people in the West were startled. You must know that this ten thousand-year-old zombie can be said to be one of their top existences, but it still cannot stop others' punches.
Aubameyang knocked away four or five vampire princes one after another, and then managed to stabilize his body. He looked down at the big hole in his chest, and he knew that he was completely finished.
Although he practiced the zombie technique of the dark faction, he was still a living person after all, and it was obvious that he would not be able to survive such a serious injury.
"Boy, you dare to kill me, but you can't get better!"
Aubameyang's ugly face showed a frightening ferocity, "You will die if you are contaminated with my ten thousand-year corpse poison!"
"You think too much, you are so poisonous, it's not even a fart."
Ye Tian punched out again, directly beating Aubameyang into pieces.
As for the ten-thousand-year corpse poison he mentioned, it is really child's play in front of the demon body, and it is nothing.
Seeing the Ten Thousand Years of Zombies being destroyed, Sanders' heart trembled. Although the other party was from the dark clan, now everyone was standing on the same front.
The most important thing is that Aubameyang's death completely demonstrated the opponent's strength. Although he changed a person, his fighting power is still explosive, which is not something they can compete with.
In fact, this is also true. Although there are countless old monsters on this side of the Eastern Expedition Army, the most powerful ones can only reach the Mahayana stage.
But Ye Bufan's side is all at the peak of transcending the tribulation, not even the early stage of transcending the tribulation, let alone the Mahayana stage.
It's not so much a battle as it is a one-sided crushing, without any suspense at all.
Everyone in the West seems to have realized this. At this moment, everyone is standing there honestly, and no one dares to come forward to provoke.
But just because they didn't move didn't mean there was nothing going on. Situ Dianmo came out and looked at the vampire army in the dark world with extremely sharp eyes.
She used to be the Vampire Queen of the Vampire Clan. Although her physique has changed now, there are some things that she still needs to take care of because of her old relationship.
He looked at the three old ghosts in front of the Vampire Clan: "Who is in charge of the Vampire Clan now?"
These three ancient vampires had seen the power of Ye Tian and Leng Qingqiu before, so they all hid behind, waiting for others to come forward.
But now that people are asking directly at their door, they can't continue to be cowards.
Dracula, among the three ancient vampires, was the first to stand up. He put on an old-fashioned look.
"Little girl, it's not your turn to dictate matters regarding my vampire clan..."
Originally, he thought that with his own strength, the other party would definitely have some scruples and at least save some face.
Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, a huge Zhenyuan hand appeared above his head and slapped him hard to the ground.
After a loud bang, when Situ Dianmo withdrew his big hand, what appeared in front of everyone was a large human-shaped pit. The Dracula just now was actually photographed directly under the ground.
The people around were stunned for a while. This was an old vampire who had survived in ancient times. His strength was unfathomable. How could he be slapped like this?
The most shocked ones were the other two ancient vampires next to them. When they saw Dracula's appearance, their hands and feet were so frightened that they became weak.
Normally, as a vampire, the physical body is extremely strong and fast, and this is especially true for ancient vampires.
But at this moment, Dracula was forcibly photographed by this slap, but this was not the most terrifying thing.
As an ancient vampire, as long as your original blood is still there, you can still survive.
But Dracula is obviously dead, a very complete one, and all his original blood has been sucked out.
This is really terrible. As vampires, they are the only ones who suck the blood of others. When have they ever been sucked by others?
Little did they know that Situ Dianmo practiced the skills of the Holy Blood Sect, and his control over blood was thousands of times more powerful than that of the Blood Clan.
The most important thing is that she is so familiar with the body structure of these vampires that she can easily grasp the vital point of the opponent and kill them with one blow.
Situ Dianmo looked indifferent, as if he had done a trivial thing. He didn't even look at Dracula again, and looked at Mira, another ancient vampire.
"Who is in charge of the vampire clan now?"
Her voice was very plain or even small, but the endless pressure permeated the whole place, making no one dare to look down upon her.
Especially Mira, who was the first to bear the brunt. Dracula's photo was still placed next to him. He knew better than anyone how powerful the woman in front of him was and how she dared to provoke her.
Without any hesitation, he jumped into the air, transformed into a golden-winged bat, and galloped away into the distance.
Fight if you can, and run if you can't. This has been his code of conduct for many years.
Now that he meets a strong man, running away is the first option, and it is precisely because of this that he has survived from ancient times.
It's a pity that in front of Situ Dianmo, escaping is a luxury.
"It's not that easy to run away!"
Situ Dianmo raised his hand to grab it, and a big hand of true essence grabbed the golden-winged bat back. Then, with a little force, he tore off two wings.
"ah!"
Mira let out a shrill scream, turned into a human form and fell to the ground. However, both arms had been removed at this moment, leaving only wounds with blood spurting out.
It wasn't until this moment that he realized that he had underestimated this woman just now.
"I said, I said everything..."
Seeing that he couldn't escape, he immediately chose to lower his head, but Situ Dianmo didn't give him a chance to speak and slapped him down.
There was another loud bang, and there was a humanoid photo next to Dracula. The only shortcoming was that he had no arms.
Everyone around was dumbfounded. This woman was too domineering. She slapped her to death casually.
After slapping Mira to death, Situ looked at Salah, the last ancient vampire, with inked eyes.
