My Fiancee is a Cold CEO

The atmosphere on the scene instantly became silent, Geoffrey spit out blood from his mouth, a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes, he did not expect Ye Chen to move so fast.

Ye Chen suddenly pulled out his arm, dark black blood spattered from Earl Jeffrey's body, and Ye Chen suddenly kicked him out.

"So strong."

Bai Hu's eyes were almost straight, his mouth was open, his eyes were full of horror.

The earl-level blood clan that the three of them couldn't fight together was unexpectedly killed by Ye Chen with a single move. This powerful gap made the dragon soul elites feel a little unacceptable.

Qinglong's fists were tightly clenched, and a complex color flashed in his eyes.

Although he knew that Ye Chen was very strong, he didn't expect to be so strong, so strong that they all felt desperate.

Among the younger generation, I am afraid that no one can compete with it.

"Damn human beings, you dare to hurt the great blood clan, I will **** all your blood."

Earl Jeffrey stood up tremblingly, a blood hole appeared on his body, and even the organs inside could be seen. The flesh and blood around the blood hole began to creep slowly, and the wound was slowly healing.

If humans had suffered such a severe injury, they would have died a long time ago, but the blood race could survive with this talent as long as it did not suffer fatal injuries with its powerful recovery ability.

"Isn't it dead? You really can't beat Xiaoqiang."

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows, and pointed his right hand like a sword, and the sword of destruction formed by the concentration of primordial power spit at his fingertips.

"This is... This is the light power of the Holy See. You are a member of the Holy See."

Jeffrey felt the power of Ye Chen's fingertips, his face suddenly changed, and his eyes were full of horror.

Run, run away.

Jeffrey had only this thought left in his mind now.

The power of light of the Holy See completely restrained the talents of their blood races, and no blood race could recover from the wounds burned by the power of light.

If he is hit by the light of the Holy See, he will undoubtedly die.

Jeffrey's face was full of horror. Without thinking about it, he turned and fled into the distance.

"It's too late to leave now."

A killing intent flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, and he stretched out his hand, and the sword aura in the sky was dazzling, and the brilliant sword aura directly hit Jeffrey's back.

With a bang, the flesh and blood splashed, Jeffrey's lower body was directly blown to pieces, and he fell to the ground with a scream, and soon there was no life.

"Just died like this?"

Bai Hu and Qinglong swallowed their throats, their eyes a little dull.

After Ye Chen resolved Jeffrey, he hurried over. At this time, Suzaku was already in a semi-conscious state. Ye Chen took a deep breath, took out a few silver needles from his body, and inserted them into the acupuncture path on Suzaku's shoulder. , Strands of Yuanli poured into Suzaku's body.

"How can you conflict with the blood clan."

Ye Chen asked in a deep voice while expelling the toxins from the Vermillion Bird.

An earl-class blood clan that can enter a primitive state, even in the Rockefeller family, is definitely an elite.

Qinglong's encounter with him here is definitely not a coincidence.

"Brother Lei was taken away by them, Ye Chen, hurry up and chase them."

Bai Hu's face suddenly changed, and he said anxiously.

Ye Chen took a deep breath, a solemn color flashed in his eyes.

"You go to save people first. They should return to the castle not so soon. I will suppress the blood poison in Suzaku's body first, and then make peace with you."

Ye Chen thought for a while, and said solemnly.

"That's good, Suzaku will leave it to you."

Bai Hu and Qinglong looked at each other, got up and walked outside.

At this moment, Ye Chen smelled a familiar aura, which was only felt in Miaojiang, the aura of poison.

Oops.

Ye Chen's face changed slightly, and he suddenly turned his head. As expected, at the end of the alley, two blood races came over.

The two blood races looked strange, their faces were expressionless, and they seemed to have only the strength of the Viscount, and walked over here awkwardly.

"There are still bloodies that slip through the net, these **** beasts."

A fierce color flashed in Bai Hu's eyes, his right foot stomped on the ground, and he suddenly rushed towards the two viscounts, slamming a fist in the air.

At the moment when the two blood races approached, the complexion of the two blood races suddenly changed drastically, and their eyes were full of violence. They looked at the white tiger with a distorted expression, and rushed forward desperately.

Bai Hu's face changed slightly, and he hit one of the blood races with a punch.

With a muffled sound, Bai Hu's face became stiff, his fist seemed to hit an iron pillar, and the powerful reaction force made Bai Hu's right arm a little bit painful.

However, Bai Hu's fist strength was not small, this blood clan was directly blown out by Bai Hu, and another blood clan rushed towards Bai Hu regardless of his companion's injuries.

Bai Hu frowned. During the crisis, he twisted his body, kicked him on his abdomen, and kicked him out.

If he were to be an ordinary Viscount and be hit by a white tiger, no matter how strong his physical body was, he would definitely be severely injured and splashed with blood.

But these two viscounts actually seemed to be okay, and got up from the ground without even a trace of blood.

"Qinglong, something is wrong, they are not ordinary blood."

Bai Hu shook his slightly trembling right hand, and said solemnly.

Qinglong frowned, volleyed his claws and grabbed one of the blood races. While the real energy surged, the pale blue paw prints directly scratched the blood race's clothes, and three scratches appeared on the shriveled flesh body. The physical defenses did not break through.

"What the **** is this, they don't seem to be blood."

Bai Hu's pupils shrank slightly and exclaimed.

"They used to be blood races, but they are not anymore. They have been refined into corpses by others."

Ye Chen stood aside and said solemnly: "These two corpses should be different from our Huaxia corpses. These corpses should be the corpses refined by the descendant master over Southeast Asia using the secret method. They are called ghosts."

"Fooling around? Is it the kind of top-level head drop technique that only the big head drop master can do?"

Qinglong squinted his eyes and exclaimed.

Because of Lianghe's Lingjiang, before coming to Lun Dun, the Dragon King deliberately showed Qinglong the information about Dajiangtou Master and they read it again. Qinglong also understood the information about Dajiangtou Master in general.

Now hearing what Ye Chen said, the two weird blood races in front of him were obviously ghosts in the legend.

"If the big head drop master wants to control the fool, it must be within a certain range. It seems that the big head drop master who released the spirit drop to Liang He is around here, you have to be careful."

Ye Chen squinted his eyes and glanced around.

When Qinglong and Baihu heard Ye Chen's words, their expressions instantly became a little ugly.