Looking at the wood, the little guy, and Axiu, although he was very confident in his own strength, Dracula still felt an inexplicable panic.
The man with the black knife was very strong, which made Dracula feel a little afraid, but the most terrible thing was the woman and the child.
Of course, children are not ordinary children, and Dracula knows this.
Because this seemingly harmless little guy actually made him feel a little bit of fear in his heart.
He had only felt this feeling with generals.
Dracula couldn't figure out why the little guy put him under such pressure as only generals, but he knew that the little guy was definitely not easy to mess with.
Except for this little guy, the woman in the back seems to be even more difficult to deal with.
As a vampire, what I like most is the dark aura, but that woman has a pure and holy aura.
This aura is even more powerful than his mortal enemies, the old guys in the church.
Thinking of this, Dracula couldn't help but curse his mother secretly. He originally thought that with his own strength, he would not have any opponents when he came here.
But he encountered so many difficulties just after he appeared, which gave Dracula the urge to vomit blood.
I even felt a little regretful in my heart, regretting that I should not have followed the general here.
"William, do you still want to continue watching the show?"
At this time, Dracula, who was surrounded in the middle, snorted coldly and said to the darkness around the corner.
Following his voice, two tall figures slowly appeared in the darkness.
Both figures are extremely tall, more than two meters tall, and very burly.
They were two men, but they didn't look human.
Because although the two of them were wearing black suits, their exposed skin was covered with a layer of black hair.
Especially the heads of the two people are not human faces at all, but two wolf heads.
These are actually two werewolves!
Moreover, the auras emanating from the two werewolves are very powerful, and cannot be compared to ordinary werewolves at all.
Looking at the two werewolves walking out, the little guy couldn't help but frown.
Of course he could see that the two werewolves were as powerful as the vampire. The strength of these two werewolves was probably on the level of an average Yin god.
But the little guy doesn't care, it's just a fight, there's not much difference between one more and one less.
And as one of the ancestors of zombies, the little guy already knew at the first sight of the vampire and the two werewolves that these guys were created by generals.
In other words, they are just descendants of generals.
Even if the current little guys no longer have the same strength as before, it is not too difficult to deal with these guys. After all, the two sides are not at the same level.
As for Axiu, apart from frowning, she didn't show any signs of it.
As the last phoenix in the world, whether it is Dracula or the two werewolves, to A Xiu, they are all evil and filthy things.
Because she is a phoenix, the most sacred and pure existence in the world, and the most invisible thing is this dirty existence.
There was only wood, and I looked at the werewolves and vampires in front of me and was secretly worried.
The three guys in front of me are powerful and of high level.
It is definitely not a coincidence that they can appear here at the same time today.
Someone must have asked them to come.
There is only one person who can mobilize them, and that is the general.
The generals have come to save the water!
Now that the general is not here, he must have gone somewhere else.
Seeing his helper appear, Dracula couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the two werewolves are not very smart, they still have strength. It will be much easier for me with their help.
Dracula rolled his eyes and quietly observed the three people in front of him.
We all have the same number of people, so the fight will be one-on-one. Dracula wants to find himself an opponent first.
After looking around, Dracula finally looked at the wood and chose him as his opponent.
It's not that the wood looks weak, the most important thing is that the identities of the little guy and Axiu are too special.
Although Dracula didn't know their true identities, the invisible sense of oppression made Dracula very afraid, so he had no choice but to choose wood.
Dracula looked at the wood, a scarlet color flowing in the depths of his eyes.
The next moment, his fingers kept getting longer, like sharp knives.
At the same time, the two fangs in the mouth also grew out and were exposed at the corners of the mouth, looking full of weirdness.
Dracula, who turned into a vampire, smiled softly at the wood.
He has always been satisfied with his transformed image. For so many years in the West, whenever he transformed into this form, his opponents would feel uneasy, then feel frightened, and finally die pitifully after being drained of their blood by him.
Even the old guys in the Holy See would run away in panic when they saw his transformation, so Dracula has always been very confident in his image after transformation.
But this time, the wood opposite him didn't react at all, looking at him without even raising his eyelids.
Even the child and the woman had no expressions.
This moment filled Dracula's heart with anger.
"How dare these guys despise themselves so much, damn it!"
In fact, this really can’t be blamed on Mu Mu and the little guy.
Because they have really seen this level of transformation, especially the little guy who can transform into this form himself.
As for Dracula, in the eyes of the little guy, it's really not up to par.
"I can't wait any longer. I will suck all your blood in a while."
Dracula looked at the wood, stuck out his tongue, and licked his lips gently.
The next moment, he opened his arms and flew silently in the air like a large bat, and then rushed towards the wood.
Mu Mu looked at the vampire rushing toward him, his face calm as usual, he just waved the black knife in his hand gently, and then slashed towards him.
Whoosh!
There was a soft sound, and the wooden sword was very fast, and it cut directly on Dracula's arm.
When the blade passed by, the flesh on Dracula's arm was immediately cut open with a long wound, and then a faint black mist emerged from the wound in an instant, and then healed together again.
At this time, Dracula showed a hint of a sinister smile, then flipped his wrist and directly grabbed the black knife in the wooden hand.
The smile on Dracula's face, who was still in the air, became even brighter. He turned over again silently, then stretched out a foot and kicked the wooden chest.
Mumu snorted coldly, stepped back slightly, retracted his hands, blocked the black knife in front of his chest, and then pushed it out with force.
