"Be careful, this guy is really difficult to deal with!"
Andre reminded him loudly again that among the vampire members present, he was the only one who had not taken action except Count Dracula.
Although the silver needles on his body were removed, he has not yet fully recovered.
The group of vampires who rushed towards Yang Mu did not take his warning seriously at all, and regarded Yang Mu as their prey. The one who rushed at the front was the vampire who just scolded Andre for being useless.
He had a ferocious smile on his face, his movements were like thunder, and his palms like animal claws grabbed Yang Mu's shoulders instead of his chest.
Just because he wanted to keep Yang Mu as a blood slave, he wanted to save Yang Mu's life.
Seeing that the other party dared to hold back, Yang Mu raised a cold smile, flicked his wrist, and several rays of cold light flew out, which were difficult to detect in the night.
The physical bodies of these vampires are extremely powerful. When facing ordinary people, they can be said to be completely invulnerable. However, at this moment, their skin can be easily penetrated by silver needles.
Poof! Poof! Poof——
Accompanied by screams, a group of vampires rushing toward Yang Mu fell to the ground like geese that had been shot down.
The silver needles Yang Mu used were just the most common ones.
But with his strength and skill, he can kill people by picking flowers and twisting leaves. The power of the silver needle shot with all his strength is far beyond the comparison with ordinary bullets.
"It hurts! It hurts so much!"
Several vampire members clutched their chests and gritted their teeth to stand up, but soon fell to the ground again and screamed in pain.
Logically speaking, such a small silver needle would not cause much harm to them if it penetrated the body. However, at this moment, the heartbreaking pain spread throughout the body. Even if they were very human, it was still unbearable.
Just when Count Dracula was in shock, he saw several rays of cold light flying out of Yang Mu's hands, and this time the target was him.
His eyes were cold and he instantly took out a short knife from his arms.
With the sound of "ding ding ding", several silver needles were blocked and fell to the ground.
Yang Mu was not surprised by this.
After all, it is not difficult to block the silver needle. If the guys who just rushed towards you, don't take it lightly, they may not be hit.
He looked like a tiger down the mountain and rushed towards Count Dracula in an instant.
Andre cursed in his heart. He had clearly warned these idiots, but they were still so self-righteous.
He hurriedly reminded: "Quickly pull out the silver needle on your body, and then deal with this guy with the Earl. If the Earl loses, he will never let any of us go!"
Those vampire members who were still screaming in pain quickly pulled out the silver needles from their chests, and sure enough, they felt that the severe pain faded away like a tide.
After they stood up, their expressions became more fearful and cautious, and they chased after Yang Mu, but they could not keep up with Yang Mu's speed.
Yang Mulong quickly reached Count Dracula and stabbed Count Dracula in the throat with his finger like a sword.
Count Dracula already understood that it was inevitable that Andre would fall into the hands of this kid. Let alone Andre, even if he faced him, there was actually a pressure in his heart.
"He is an innate ancient warrior of China. This is certain. As far as I know, the innate ancient warriors of China are divided into four levels, five levels, and six levels. He looks like he is less than 25 years old. He looks like a fifth-level warrior.
Grade 4, and my strength is comparable to China’s Grade 4 innate. He will not be my opponent!”
Count Dracula was thinking in his mind whether to avoid the battle for the time being or to decide the outcome with the opponent. In a moment, he chose the latter. In his opinion, it was definitely not difficult for him to defeat the opponent.
Whoosh!
Seeing Yang Mu stabbing him like a sword, he sneered coldly and pointed the short knife in his hand at Yang Mu's finger.
However, just when the short knife was about to touch Yang Mu's fingers, Yang Mu's hand was like a big boneless snake, instantly wrapping around his arm and still stabbing his throat.
Count Dracula was shocked. The wings behind his back shook and he burst out at an astonishing speed. He moved a few meters away to avoid Yang Mu's blow.
"Hey, I thought that if this thing can't make you fly, it's just for decoration. But it can also be used to increase the instantaneous burst speed?"
Yang Mu looked at the opponent's wings with a look of surprise.
When he spoke, his movements did not stop at all, as if there was a rope binding him and Count Dracula.
As Count Dracula moved out, he chased after him like a shadow.
"Ancient Chinese martial arts footwork?"
Count Dracula was afraid. In terms of physical quality, he was confident that he was stronger than those ancient Chinese warriors. But in terms of skills, he had to admit that he could not compare with them.
As Count Dracula and Yang Mu moved their positions, several vampires who originally rushed towards Lin Chen could only change their direction. They were like children running behind an adult. Their speed was a little slower and they could only keep going.
Chase behind.
Pain came from his wrist, and soon the whole arm holding the dagger felt numb. Count Dracula was startled. When he looked down, he found that at some point, there was a silver stick stuck in his right wrist.
Needle.
Obviously, his attention just now was on Yang Mu's right hand, and the silver needle was most likely issued from Yang Mu's left hand.
He quickly used his left hand to pull out the silver needle. There was a sound of breaking through the air in front of him, and Yang Mu hit him on the head with a palm.
Count Dracula could only give up and pull out the silver needle, made a fist with his left hand, punched out, and collided with Yang Mu's palm.
With a loud noise, he flew backwards. Yang Mu took advantage of the victory and hit him in the chest with another palm.
"Impossible! How can you, the ancient warriors of China, be superior to me in terms of physical strength?"
Count Dracula screamed, as if he had discovered the most incredible thing in the world.
"Who told you that I am an ancient warrior?" Yang Mu sneered.
"Not an ancient warrior?"
Count Dracula was shocked and angry. Chinese culture has a long history, and there are indeed some mysterious fields, such as voodoo, curses, etc., but this style of physical combat should not have other systems except ancient warriors.
Yang Mu was not this guy's teacher and had no interest in answering his questions. He slapped Count Dracula on the chest with his palm and made a loud roar, like thunder!
Count Dracula fell to the ground, his chest was dented, and his broken bones pierced his flesh. His condition was extremely miserable. No matter how strong his vitality was, he was lying on the ground, but it was already difficult to move.
Yang Mu ignored him and turned around and walked towards the remaining vampires.
However, just after taking a few steps, there was an astonishing sound of piercing the air behind him. He turned around and saw Count Dracula, covered in blood, rushing towards him again like a madman.
"What's going on?"
Yang Mu was shocked. Even if the vampire's vitality was much stronger than that of ordinary people, it would be absolutely difficult to move given the opponent's injuries.
This is completely unreasonable!
He carefully observed the other party's situation and soon discovered something was wrong.