I Killed the Dragon

On the other side, Henrik had quickly entered a state of combat when Gray jumped down. When he was thrown out, the familiar crossbow and cross sword were already in his hand.

　　 The man was in the air, he had already shot an arrow at the werewolf who was still eating, and then threw away the crossbow without hesitation, leaving only the cross sword in his hand.

　　 "Roar!" The werewolf had the intuition of a beast, and immediately felt the danger.

　　 But because Gray had hidden the breath of the two before jumping down, neither the werewolf nor Dracula found them.

　　 At this time Henrik shot an arrow. Even if the werewolf felt the danger, he couldn't avoid it completely, but after all, he was in mid-air. The arrow lost some accuracy, and finally only shot on the werewolf's left arm.

　　 The power of the holy water flowed in along the wound, and the werewolf suddenly screamed, and the flesh and blood of the left arm was instantly burned through by the sacred power of the holy water, and the entire arm was melted from the wound, and there was a tendency to spread upward along the arm.

"Roar!"

　　 The werewolf screamed constantly under the excitement of severe pain, and the other paw scratched the flesh of the wound, trying to grab all the flesh that was stained with the power of holy water.

　　 Henrik landed and slashed over with a sword.

　　 The werewolf rolled on the spot, grabbing the remains of the dwarf it had just eaten and threw it towards Henrik.

　　 The cross sword slashed on the bones, smashing the **** bones into pieces, and then continued to kill the werewolf without any loss.

　　 At this time, the werewolf had grabbed most of the flesh and blood on his left arm, leaving only the **** stubble.

　　 But these days, it devours a lot of flesh and blood. When it can't eat beasts and people, Dracula even dwarves will feed it, and a huge vitality has been accumulated in its body.

　　 And the werewolf itself has very strong vitality, and there is so much vitality that can be used, the injuries on the arms are recovering almost visible to the naked eye, and the flesh and bones are regrowing.

　　 Looking at the cross swords that continue to kill, the werewolf's eyes flashed with violent murder, but cunningly did not entangle him, jumped on the wall and crawled to another place.

　　 The werewolf's claws can hold the wall tightly and move on the wall vertical to the ground, but Henrik is not really helpless.

　　 He took a porcelain bottle from his small pocket and threw it directly on the wall. The bottle shattered and the green powder floated on the wall.

　　The werewolf took a breath unexpectedly, and suddenly felt his nose and throat hot, and his body was very itchy.

　　 Werewolf was originally holding the wall with three paws, and suddenly a sneeze fell directly from the wall.

　　 Henrik took out another bottle when he threw it out, sprinkled the contents on himself without a hassle, and then rushed over with the cross sword.

　　 The werewolf was itchy all over, and it was unable to effectively defend and counterattack against Henrik's attack. After a while, his body was already scarred, which greatly slowed his recovery of his arms.

　　 And Henrik's cross sword is a weapon made by Gray, which has a certain effect on the werewolf's self-healing ability. Although it is not all silver, the effect is not as good as that of all silver weapons, but the effect is not weak.

　　 So the werewolf found that the recovery from his injuries was getting slower and slower, and the vitality in his body was moving fast in his body like slow magic.

　　 Of course, with the wisdom of the werewolf, there is no way to think about it so much. It just feels that it is not good enough, and instinctively starts to be afraid and wants to escape.

　　 But Henrik was well prepared. At this time, he would not be given a chance to escape. Various props came out, and he seized one of its flaws and inserted a silver dagger into its shoulder blade.

　　 In this way, the werewolf who was already at a disadvantage steadily retreated, and it was even more unable to compete with Henrik.

　　Henrik Hunting is different from Gray. He usually uses various props to weaken the monster to the greatest extent, and then easily defeat it.

　　 This time, the wolf body has learned what equipment suppression is, and it cannot bear it with bare hands.

　　 On the other side, Dracula was not suppressed by the equipment, but he was as aggrieved as a werewolf.

　　Because he discovered that not only was his injury not optimistic and did not reach the peak state, but the demon hunter in front of him seemed to have become stronger.

　　 Of course, Gray can tell him clearly that this is an illusion. The little achievement he got in this world is still lying quietly in the forum.

　　The so-called stronger, but Gray slightly used the ring. Although this thing is not very useful to a monster like Dracula, it can be done with small interference.

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　　 Gray cut off most of the wings behind Dracula with a single sword, but he also flew out and smashed a wooden box at the back.

　　 "We don't have any grudges, there is no need for you to die and live, do you really want to die for God? Can you go to heaven by doing this? Impossible, heaven is full of hypocrites."

　　 Gray shook his head, "I dare not say that you are wrong, but there is one thing you said wrong."

　　 "Which point, do you think heaven is really a good place? Only the world is best for us."

　　 "No, I mean, it's your life and death. Don't make a mistake in the order." Gray finished speaking, and a hole was formed in the ground. The man had already arrived in front of Dracula in an instant, and the sword in the lake was chopped off with a force of thunder.

"you···"

　　 Dracula dodges quickly, but this trick is Gray waiting for the best chance to explode with all his strength~www.wuxiaspot.com~ How could he easily dodge it?

The eyeball ring on his hand flashed slightly, and Dracula's evasive movement was slightly stagnant. Although he quickly broke free from the illusion, in this short moment, the sword in the lake cut him into two from his shoulder. half.

　　 But that's it, Dracula is still not dead, holding the two halves of the body with two hands, and countless granulation shoots out from the wounds of the two halves, trying hard to get together.

　　 The lid of the furnace of faith on Gray's neck opened, and the divine fire jumped out, and as his hand circled around, a huge flame barrier was formed around the two of them.

　　 Dracula watched the formation of the cage, but he was unable to resist, because his body required his best efforts to recover, and there was no extra experience to manage anything else.

　　 Gray grabbed his left hand in the air, and an injected potion appeared in his hand.

　　 "What is this?" Dracula's pupils shrank to the size of a needle eye, and a trace of horror flashed across his face. He felt that the animal on Gray's hand was extremely dangerous.

　　 "Good thing!" Gray did not explain, he had already inserted the potion around Dracula's neck while speaking, pushing all the potions inside.

　　 Without waiting for any reaction from him, Gray took out the spear again and paused on the ground. The magic circle quickly unfolded. Chains protruded from the ground and locked Dracula's body tightly.

　　 "I am immortal, you can't kill me, you can't kill me, I am immortal!" Dracula exclaimed angrily.