The dandy bodyguard of the beautiful president

boom!boom!

Two bursts of gunfire sounded.

Then I saw two silver-white bullets hit Count Dracula from mid-air.

Yang Tian clearly felt that these two silver-white bullets were filled with holy water.

Holy water is what vampires fear most.

What interested Yang Tian was, after 500 years of slumber, would this terrifying Count Dracula still be afraid of holy water?

At that moment, Yang Tian stepped back in front of Wu Yue, Ling Ying and Wu Zetian, holding hands and ready to watch the show.

"Van Helsing, it's been 500 years, are you still alive?"

Count Dracula snorted coldly.

With a wave of his hand, a powerful blood fiend had already shattered the two bullets that hit it.

"I should be the one asking you this question!"

There was a murderous sound, and a man fell from the sky and landed on the ice crystal coffin with a bang.

The man was wearing a tight exorcist suit, a low-brimmed hat, and two holsters on each side of his waist, each containing a silver-white pistol and a blood-red pistol. On the man's chest, hung a cross, and a strong breath floated above the cross.

Yang Tian used his spiritual sense to probe into the cross.

Soon, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "This cross has a very strong warrior's breath."

"The breath of the warrior?"

Wu Yue, Ling Ying, and Wu Zetian were all startled, and quickly used their spiritual senses to probe into the cross on Fan Haixin's chest. Soon, they also felt a strong aura of warriors, which surprised them a little. Wu Zetian Frowning, he said, "Yang Tian, ​​this Fan Helsing should not be a warrior, but the cross on his chest is a sacred artifact. This sacred artifact is as rare as a fairy treasure. If it is true, Fan Haixin should It is by using the spiritual breath in the cross that you can come and go freely!"

"That's right, this is exactly a holy artifact!"

Yang Tian nodded.

To be honest, when he came out of his debut, the magic weapons he saw were all bronze, silver and spiritual weapons. On top of them, there were also some fairy weapons, holy weapons and divine weapons, but so far, except for the one in Yang Tian's hand A holy sword is a fairy weapon, and other magic weapons are under the fairy weapon.

Now, the appearance of a holy artifact made Yang Tian feel excited.

With a wave of his hand, the descendant of Van Helsing who was trapped in the mustard ring fell out.

"Master!"

As soon as Fan Helsing's descendant landed on the stone wall, he cried out anxiously.

"Haisen, you can go back."

Fan Helsing said lightly.

The heir named Haisen glanced at Yang Tian, ​​and couldn't help but said: "Master, this man named Yang Tian is probably more terrifying than Count Dracula, and the apprentice has already promised him that he will take Master's cross Give it to him as a gift, and I'm afraid he won't let me leave here."

"court death!"

Fan Helsing's expression changed, and he fired a shot suddenly.

boom!

A silver-white bullet hit Haisen, but when it came in front of him, it had already turned into a strong aura, hitting Haisen heavily, knocking him down on the stone wall.

"How can you trade the teacher's cross? Useless things, get lost!"

Van Helsing said coldly.

"Yes……"

Hai Sen yelled in panic, and ran out desperately.

At this time, Van Helsing glanced at Count Dracula, and then his eyes fell on Yang Tian: "My apprentice said that you are a terrifying warrior, neither Lori the werewolf nor the queen of vampires are your opponents, since In this way, you can join the ranks of our demon hunters and work together to destroy the vampires and werewolves on the earth!"

Yang Tian suddenly found it ridiculous: "Fan Helsing, have you survived through the cross for the past 500 years? After 500 years, you are still so determined to be a demon hunter?"

"Humans and demons are incompatible forever. Either they die or we die."

Van Helsing said firmly.

"Very good, your belief is very noble, but I won't play with you anymore, you can kill if you want, I'm here to watch a show."

Yang Tian spread his palms.

As far as he is concerned, whether it is a vampire or a werewolf, it has nothing to do with him who kills the people of Milan. Moreover, vampires and werewolves are a kind of cultivators themselves. As long as they are restrained, Yang Tian has no reason to kill them. Besides, what good does killing vampires and werewolves do to Yang Tian?

He is not a sanctimonious moralist.

In his eyes, no matter how upright the Taoists are, they are often hypocrites.

"Are you watching a good show? That is to say, if I kill Count Dracula, you won't make a move?"

Van Helsing asked.

"That's right, what vampire you killed has nothing to do with me."

Yang Tian shrugged his shoulders.

Just now, he knew that the most terrifying thing about Fan Helsing was the cross on his chest. This was a holy weapon, which made Fan Helsing a pseudo-warrior, but relying on this holy weapon, Fan Helsing's strength was also equivalent to [-]% of Yang Tian's. There is no distinction between Count Dracula and Count Dracula. If these two centuries-old enemies really fight, they are absolutely equal.

"Yang Tian, ​​can't you help my father out of my affection?"

Alyssa was dissatisfied with Yang Tian's watching a good show.

"Your sympathy? I'm sorry, but in my eyes, you are just an insignificant existence."

A wave of arrogance gushed out of Yang Tian.

This made Wu Yue feel very relieved: "Let you pester Yang Tian, ​​you are a mere vampire princess, how can you fall into Yang Tian's eyes? You are overestimated!"

Alyssa's face changed slightly, but she smiled instead of anger, a blazing light flashed in her eyes: "Oh, so, if I directly rob Yang Tian with you, you won't mind?"

Wu Yue frowned, and smiled coldly: "Snatch Yang Tian? You don't have the strength yet, so I'll kill you now!"

After speaking, Wu Yue was about to fly forward, but was stopped by Yang Tian: "What are you impulsively doing? We still have to watch a good show!"

Wu Yue snorted coldly, glanced coldly at Alisha, and then backed away.

In mid-air, Count Dracula glanced at Alisa, and then his eyes fell on Yang Tian. Suddenly, there was an intriguing smile on the corner of his mouth: "It seems that this oriental guest is not just a bystander." ..."

"Count Dracula, why don't you keep sleeping? When you wake up this time, you will end up with the same fate, that is, die!"

Fan Haixin let out a sharp drink.

In the next second, he had raised his silver pistol and shot Count Dracula in mid-air. Then, he stepped on the coffin hard, and the whole person flew up.

"Daughter, answer me honestly, have you fallen in love with this oriental guest?"

Count Dracula, who was in the air, asked nonchalantly.

"This..." Alyssa glanced nervously at Fan Helsing who came up from the hunt, and she quickly said: "Father, in the eyes of us vampires, there is no love anymore, I just want to make Yang Tian obediently my son." It's just a pet!"

"Well, I will help you once, so that you have the strength to make Yang Tian your pet!"

Count Dracula let out a long laugh, and then he quickly rushed towards Van Helsing...