I Killed the Dragon

Inside Frankenstein Castle, a figure appeared with boundless anger.

It was also a pale vampire with scarlet eyes, sharp fangs, and murderous intent.

"I did it, sorry." Gray rode the flying broom and smiled honestly.

"Go to hell!" Dracula's anger was almost gushing out of his eyes, his flesh wings shook hard behind him, and he flew in front of Gray quickly.

"Wait!" Gray Hengjian stopped in front of him, looking directly at Dracula, "I have something to say!"

Say your uncle!

Dracula didn't stop his hands at all, a pair of claws wanted to tear him apart.

Damn, your wife was killed by you, do you still have something to say? Say your uncle, go to hell!

"Didn't it mean that you have no heart and emotions? So you should take this matter calmly." Gray was circling with him, still talking non-stop to convince him.

"Look, I'm actually doing it for your own good. You three brides have been with you for hundreds of years, right? The 400-year-old brides are all old. If I kill them, you can just find a few more. I'm a wife, isn't it a little excited when I think about it?"

"Dead!" Dracula's eyes suddenly burst out with a burst of scarlet light, and there was red light on his claws. A claw smashed Gray's long sword and then fell on his chest.

Gray's clothes were instantly shattered by a powerful force, and a layer of scales on his chest flashed red, but unlike the red on Dracula's claws, he was dark red.

Count it down, there are ten scales, covering most of the chest.

After Dracula's claws smashed the sword, it landed on these scales, and after the decline of power, it was impossible to break through the defense of the scales.

Gray's face was cold, and the flying broomstick had already collected the backpack. At this time, he was also standing in the air by magic. When Dracula started his hand, he also inserted his left hand into Dracula's chest and pinched his lungs.

"I am immortal!" Dracula sneered, not caring about the opponent's movements, and the other paw suddenly grabbed Gray's head.

For an immortal monster, the most fearless thing is to exchange injury for injury. If the opponent wants to exchange injury for injury, they will only be happy.

Although Gray is not immortal, the intermediate-level self-healing is enough to make countless people envy, but he can't do things like swapping wounds with vampires. Werewolves can be infected by bites. Who knows if vampires are the same.

Holding the broken sword in the right block, Gray grabbed Dracula’s lungs and pulled hard, pulling his lungs out of his body, and then a trace of flame came out of his fingertips and threw it in from the wound. .

"A mere mortal can't hurt me at all!" Dracula sneered, "I will **** up your blood bit by bit, and then turn you into the most humble vampire servant and be enslaved by me forever."

"Really?" Gray smiled slightly, kicked his chest hard, and then snapped a handsome finger.

Dracula was kicked out, and was about to flap his wings and fly back again, suddenly feeling a fiery sensation rising from his internal organs.

"Impossible, how could a mere mortal flame burn me?"

"Ah~~~!"

There was a burning sensation, and Dracula screamed. At this moment, he felt his internal organs melt.

But the general injury, even if the internal organs are all turned into meat sauce, he will not frown, but at this moment, he really feels that if he continues to be burned, he will die.

Gray smiled slightly, the effect would be good, otherwise he would be embarrassed.

At this time, of course it was a beating the dog in the water. Gray wouldn't let a great opportunity be unsuccessful and let him scream.

Throwing away the broken sword, Gray took out the most comfortable sword in the lake he used, and slashed Dracula's head with a sword, and cut him to help his head, so that the brains wriggling in the cranial cavity could be seen.

"Look, be an enemy of me, you will see your own brains!" Gray said lightly.

But Dracula didn't care so much at this time, didn't even hide, stretched his hands into his chest, enduring the burning sensation, the **** energy in his hands wrapped the flames, pressed it into a small ball, took it out and threw it out.

After taking out the flames, Dracula's remaining half of his head looked at Gray, saw him cut it down with another sword, but this time he was going to cut off his head completely.

At this time, it was too late to evade, and Dracula had only time to get away a little, stretched out his arm to resist, and one arm broke away from him.

With an angry roar, Dracula grabbed the broken arm and pressed it against the fracture, flapping his wings, and quickly flew down, picking up half of his head from the ground.

boom!

He just picked up half of his head, and a bomb fell beside him and exploded. The silver fragments in the bomb shot out, shooting out countless small holes in Dracula's body.

"silver!"

Dracula felt it instantly, and what came out of it was the vampire nemesis.

Although he is not afraid of silver, he is covered with silver fragments, which also affects his state, and this thing is prepared to deal with their vampires. If the vampire servant encounters this thing, he will pour a large piece.

"It's silver. If you like it, I can give you a little bit more." Gray nodded and wiped a few drops of holy water on the sword in the lake.

Dracula pressed half of his head back, and looked at Gray angrily, no longer talking nonsense, his wings flapped, and he immediately rose into the sky.

"If you have momentum, you can win? You go down to me."

Gray kicked out, and Dracula did not evade, accepting the kick, then grabbed the soles of his feet and pulled him down together.

The two smashed to the ground, and the moment they landed, Dracula flapped his wings~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and forcibly stabilized his body, then grabbed his abdomen.

You have these weird scales on your chest, but you don't have them on your stomach.

The sword light flashed, and Dracula's hand was raised high.

The sword pierced his chest in Grey Lake, "Land and hit me, you are very confident."

"Holy water! Despicable fellow!" Dracula roared angrily, feeling the power coming from the wound.

Obviously there was no holy water power on his sword before, when did he apply it?

"That's right!" Gray smiled and sent the sword into his abdomen. "Let me see if you are really immortal."

"Roar!"

Dracula roared and suddenly rose to the sky again, "Devil hunter, you wait."

"Wait what?" Gray sneered, and a pair of dragon wings tore his clothes behind him, and he also rose into the sky.

"Sure enough, you are also a monster. Why do you want to help humans and help the church? Do you think they are your kind? No, they will kill you sooner or later." Dracula looked back and saw this scene and shouted in anger.

Having wings was originally his big advantage. He can fly away if he can't fight. Even if Gray can walk in the air, he is not afraid. He can't catch up with him, but when Gray can fly, he immediately feels deeply uneasy. .

"Who believes what a monster said? And, do you still have a chance to speak?" Gray sneered and followed closely behind Dracula.

"You can't kill me, we cooperate, Transylvania is ours, and even the world can be ours." Dracula's broken arm has new arms growing.

"I'm not interested, I'm a righteous demon hunter, how can I get along with you? Could you please die, don't waste everyone's time." Gray said solemnly.