Chapter 81 Refining Vampires

It was repelled again and again, and again and again. The speed of the shadow is getting faster and faster, like a whirlwind, running around Zhang Ping, waiting for the opportunity to find Zhang Ping's soft ribs.

Zhang Ping was not in a hurry. He couldn't hold the Ming Wang seal, and he was deadlocked with the shadow. This dark shadow's strong fighting ability makes Zhang Ping a headache. Although the speed of the shadow is relatively fast, his tricks are too simple, and it is even more flawed in Zhang Ping's eyes, and he can even hit the other party without any tricks.

But this man's fighting ability is so strong that Zhang Ping's attack seems to be tickling, which is useless. Compared with his abnormal ability, his speed and strength are not worth mentioning. There is really no good way. Zhang Ping had to shrink the defense line, hoping to put the shadow in front of him, and then carry all his strength to see if it can work.

The dark shadow attacked for a long time, but it didn't have any effect, and the face was even more pale. Suddenly, he stopped, sneered twice, and his voice was hoarse: "You are very good, but when you meet me, let the night take you back."

After saying that, a fierce light appeared in his eyes, and a strange howl came out of his mouth. At this time, in Zhang Ping's eyes, the person in front of him suddenly began to change. His mouth grinned, and two long fangs stretched out, and a trace of cold light appeared faintly on his sharp head. The black cloak on his body was slowly stretched out, as if there was a body of the same shape.

What kind of monster is this? Zhang Ping was secretly shocked and his whole body was ready. Just as he was ready, the dark shadow moved and flew up in the air, like a strong wind, rushing to Zhang Ping's head.

Zhang Ping smiled, and the three fingers in the middle of his hands intersected and held each other. His fingers and little fingers stood up together, vibrating Dantian Zhenqi. Immediately, an unparalleled strength rolled out and went straight to the shadow.

This momentum is naturally different from Zhang Ping's low-key performance just now. The shadow is caught off guard and is being hit. With a scream, it fell five meters away. Zhang Ping was about to rush up, but he saw the dark shadow staggering and standing up again. A trace of blood appeared on his gloomy and pale face, and there was a drop of enchanting red blood beads hanging at the corners of his mouth.

The shadow stretched out its tongue and swallowed the blood bead back into his stomach. His eyes staring at Zhang Ping were full of anger. "You, a small human, have made me lose a drop of precious blood. I want to suck up your blood and make up for my loss."

Seeing that the shadow seemed to have no other injury but that drop of blood, Zhang Ping was secretly surprised. Hearing what he said, he had an idea and said slowly, "Haha, do you want to suck all my blood? Are you the legendary vampire?

The shadow laughed on his back, "You're not stupid, but I'm not that stupid vampire. Humph, give your blood." After saying that, he rushed up again. This time, he did not attack rashly. He just used a speed ten times faster than the beginning to mobilize Zhang Ping back and right, so as to consume Zhang Ping's energy. At that time, it was naturally the time for him to do whatever he wanted.

Zhang Ping is still not very anxious. With his star power, it is undoubtedly not a good way to consume this idea. But it's not the same thing to be so consumed all the time.

Zhang Ping made up his mind, turned his hands into different big hand prints, and bombarded the shadow. The shadow can't dodge several times, and there is no trauma without exception. At most, it is just the loss of a drop or two blood beads.

In fact, Zhang Ping is not clear that this seemingly insignificant blood bead is crucial.

For them, every drop of blood is where the blood is located. Even if a drop of blood is lost, life will be lost. What Black Shadow didn't expect was that he was here with huge losses one after another.

Thinking of these lost blood beads, even if you practice for another year, you may not be able to make up for the gaps in the middle. The shadow was a little impulsive, and the speed increased to the limit. Outsiders look at this time, there is a thin layer of black smoke hovering around the outer edge of Zhang Ping's body at this time.

Zhang Ping is trapped in the middle, and he doesn't have to worry about it for a while. Looking back on the process of doing it just now, Zhang Ping seemed to have caught something. While dealing with the attack of the shadow, he thought hard. Finally, I remembered a scene:

At that time, when he was using a move of Buddha's light in the bright handprint, his hands showed a ray of light, which made the dark shadow quickly avoid. Zhang Ping saw that he didn't hurt anyone, so he neglected it.

At this time, Zhang Pingxin said, "If only it were during the day. Presumably, what these people are most afraid of is the sunshine. Unfortunately, it is still a long time before dawn.

However, Zhang Ping's head has always turned quickly. After thinking about it, he made a plan, which was also very risky at that time. After repeated weighing, he resolutely made a decision.

After fighting for a while, the shadow slowly became a little bored. Suddenly, Zhang Ping, who was trapped in his black smoke, staggered and almost fell to the ground. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. The strength and endurance of this human being is really not compared with us. When he falls down, it will be more rewarding.

Although he was proud, he did not relax his attack on Zhang Ping. Seeing that he was about to fall, he immediately stood firm. However, the good times did not last long, and soon the loopholes on Zhang Ping's side became bigger and bigger.

The shadow was secretly happy and seized an opportunity. He rushed to the top of Zhang Ping's head, and the two long fangs also came to Zhang Ping's neck.

Zhang Ping turned around and avoided the attack of the shadow. But he sold his shoulder to the other party. Naturally, the shadow refused to let go. After accumulating all the strength, he opened his mouth fiercely and was about to bite the shoulder.

What I didn't expect was that at the moment when the shadow would bite, Zhang Ping suddenly came out of his palm and just put his hands on the shadow's hands. This time, Zhang Ping did not hit it with all his strength, but used the power of Tianxing to stick the other party's hands. At the same time, he flashed his body and tried not to let the dark shadow bite him.

The shadow's hands were stuck, and it was very bad. He was about to pull out his hands, but he suddenly felt a heat coming in with the palms of his hands, and suddenly an unforgettable pain permeated his whole body in an instant.

The dark shadow shouted unbearably, shaking his body to get rid of Zhang Ping's hands, but it had no effect. Time passed slowly, but as the dark shadow went by, the body trembled more and more, and the whole body seemed to be slowly softening.

With a plop, the shadow's knees could no longer bear the weight. He knelt on the ground, muttered to himself, and his voice was extremely weak: "You, who are you? What magic did you use? I'm a descendant of Cain, and I'm immortal."

After a while, the shadow could no longer speak, and his whole body was paralyzed to the ground, like a pool of mud. Even so, Zhang Ping still refused to relax, and his hands still clung to each other tightly.

It was not until the shadow was completely silent that Zhang Ping let go of his hands and carefully checked the other party's body. At this time, the dark shadow has completely collapsed on the ground, and its face is still pale, but it is no longer as smooth as before. It is covered with wrinkles and has become an old white Westerner.

What's more terrible is that the skin of the shadow has completely dried up and turned into a mummified corpse. The whole body has almost shrunk by half, leaving only the black cloak covering it. It looks even more gloomy and scary in the night.

Zhang Ping took a long breath. At this time, he calmed down and remembered the Western legends about vampires, and did not dare to neglect the mummified corpse. He dragged it to a remote corner, thought of some means, got some gasoline in less than half an hour, poured it on the mumme, and completely cremated it.

Without leaving a trace of hidden danger, Zhang Ping happily returned to the villa and began to examine the huge achievements he had made.