"Stinky boy, I still want to run".

The man in black flying in the sky looked at Zhang Ying's footsteps that did not stop at all, and the banter in his eyes became even heavier.

The man in black raised his right hand, no, it should be his right claw, because all five of his fingernails were as sharp as a tiger.

But the scorched black on it has long since disappeared, and it has turned back into a claw as smooth as jade, which is this whiteness, but it makes people feel a little white, as if there has been no sunlight for many years.

"Blood Bullet!"

The man in black spoke there in an ancient language. I don't know what language it is, but the moment I hear it, I understand what it means.

I saw that his right hand was stretched out and pointed straight at Zhang Ying, and the five fingers that were tightly straightened were all cracked at this time, oozing bright red, ruby-like blood.

Looking at the blood flowing out, the man in black didn't have any waves. It seems to have long been commonplace, and there is no screaming like ordinary people who see themselves bleeding.

But the blood that flowed out seemed to be full of spirituality, and in the center of his palm, it condensed into a small ball the size of a fitness ball.

"Go!"

A syllable came out of his mouth again. The wound on his hand just disappeared again, as if it had never been there.

But from this small blood ball, a drop of blood split out, and a blood-colored magic array began to wrap around it, and suddenly this drop of blood disappeared.

But Zhang Ying's face changed suddenly, as if he saw something terrifying, and hurriedly jumped to the side.

"Bang!"

I saw a hole in the tree where he was standing out of thin air, the size of a dug football.

"What is this?"

Zhang Ying looked at this scene in shock, he saw everything the man in black did just now, but he was almost unheard of for this kind of method.

But suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, Zhang Ying seemed to realize something, and thought of it in horror in his mind.

"This is alchemy? No, it should be magic that alchemy is not like this at all, alchemists are fundamentally changing the properties of objects for their own use, but this guy is separating blood from his own body to use, it is a control method of his own power, yes, it must be magic.

But wasn't the magic of Western society destroyed by the Holy See as a black magic guide book in the first place, and why did he still have such a thing in his hands?

By the way, we ordinary people may not have it in their hands, but these monsters who have lived for hundreds of years will definitely have some in their hands and survive. ”

As if he had figured out the key point of everything, Zhang Ying couldn't help but pause in place, as if he had no intention of escaping.

"What's the matter, little mouse, wasn't you quite happy to sneak attack me just now, why don't you continue?"

The man in black who spread out like demon wings in mid-air, holding the blood ball in his hand in mid-air, a disdainful smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he said coldly.

It seems that he also knows that Zhang Ying has no way back, and can only die and struggle here.

Because now that he has the means of long-range attacks, Zhang Ying himself is not much faster than him, and obviously he can't dodge his long-range attacks.

Therefore, Zhang Ying could only choose to fight with the man in black within a short distance to delay time, but for the night man, Zhang Ying had no way to escape, so he could only wait for death here.

"It's boring, I want to fire a thousand more rounds to amuse you? Then..."

The man in black couldn't help but turn pale when he saw Zhang Ying standing there silently. It seemed to become quite impatient, and the blood ball in his hand appeared again, and four magic arrays corresponding to Zhang Ying's limbs appeared again, as if he was planning to completely abolish Zhang Ying's hands and feet. Then take Zhang Ying back and torture him again.

But suddenly, a cold light flashed.

Zhang Ying pulled the mechanical bow that Zhang Ning had modified for him to full in a thousandth of a second, and instantly let go of his hand.

The black-clothed man's crimson eyes shrank suddenly, and the world seemed to come to a standstill, and the sharp arrow was rushing towards his head at a speed that ordinary people couldn't even see.

With a flick of his head, the man in black dodged for a moment, but his hat was blown away, revealing his golden hair and large, pointed ears.

It was felt that ruby-like blood gradually slid down his face into the air, and a scar with a clear bone appeared on his pale face.

But in an instant, those dripping blood condensed on the blood ball in the hand of the man in black.

"Hey!" Instead of hysteria like a handsome man when his face was disfigured, he pulled his bright red lips back, revealing his two rows of white teeth.

"That's right, that's interesting, so that I can find you out in vain after chasing you so far. ”

The man in black had a chilling and crazy smile on his face at this time, and he seemed to be intoxicated with painful pleasure.

But Zhang Ying's expression was not moved, he knew that his surprise attack had failed. Successively poked towards the barrel of arrows behind him, and kept shooting at the man in black.

At this time, the man in black did not dodge, and let Zhang Ying shoot at him continuously, and sharp arrows pierced through his body, leaving shocking arrow holes.

"Yes, yes, that's the pain. You're really good, boy. ”

A low smile came from the black man's mouth, and he let out a chilling laugh as he spoke.

Zhang Ying also seemed to notice that something was unusual, stopped his attack, and looked at him vigilantly.

"What's wrong, keep attacking!"

Seeing that Zhang Ying was no longer attacking, the man in black actually showed a forced expression, tilted his head and said there in a wooden voice.

"What, alas, the world is still so boring."

Zhang Ying didn't attack for a long time, and the man in black didn't plan to make a move, but he suddenly looked up at the sky melancholy, like a decadent young man.

"It's all your fault! it's all your fault..."

But for some reason, the man in black suddenly thought in the air.

But the next scene made Zhang Ying shocked, although he had expected it.

The wounds on the black-clothed man seemed to be repairing in a sense of going back in time, and the red light flashed on it, making people feel as if they were bathing in blood-colored holy light.

"It's all your fault~"

Saying this last sentence, the eyes of the man in black became red, and a pair of tiger teeth that made people feel very sharp instantly became longer, and it seemed that the whole person's feelings became bloodthirsty. He looked at Zhang Ying greedily.

A roar full of anger and irritability.