Chapter 1212

The evil spirit knight has not enough deterrent power for human beings. Ordinary people think that his skull is the prop of a masquerade ball. Limited by the rules, he will not slaughter human beings wantonly.

But for demons and related evil creatures, the deterrent power is too great.

With the roar of the flame motorcycle, the demons and evil creatures along the way were killed like wheat.

The more demons he kills, the stronger his attack power is. At first, there are two moves that a vampire can make with the evil spirit knight, but as his killing speeds up, the vampire can't stop his charge.

The burning iron chain ignored the space distance and swept over the distance of hundreds of meters. It hit a vampire mage with a single blow. No shield or robe was used, and even his clothes were smashed.

Even the black heart looks at the fierce power.

Ragon, the serpent monster, was scared. He tried to make himself smaller. In fact, he was so big that he couldn't see. It was just that he was far away and the evil spirit Knight didn't care.

Thinking that he had got the trick, Ragon crawled out of the window of the castle and did not run far along the mountain path. He saw the dead waiter pulling shakola and running back.

Why did this guy come back?

The big snake monster has such an idea in his mind. Doesn't he know that the hall has become a pot of porridge now?

"Run! Man, that guy's catching up! " When the dead waiter ran past him, he did not forget to shout.

The serpent monster was not a fool either. He looked up and saw Count Dracula with a blood red sword in his hand.

You've taken his daughter-in-law away. I'm running away! Does it have anything to do with me?

He wanted to act like a snake, get out of the way, let them continue to fight, so that he could run.

Unfortunately, in the hall before, many people saw the scene of his conversation with the death attendants. Among them, Count Dracula, the ancestor of the vampire, was used to it. If I say you are guilty, you are guilty. If you don't have it, you will be guilty! Not prepared to listen to his explanation at all, the long sword, an artifact, chopped down at the serpent like thunder.

Are you stupid?

Ragon, the great snake monster, felt that he was really unlucky today. The foundation of the snake monster family was really weak. He didn't dare to offend blackheart or Count Dracula, so he had to turn around and run.

Seeing this scene, the death attendant was overjoyed. He turned half a circle and went around to the back of the serpent. He would run wherever the serpent went.

In the end, the situation became that the Basilisk was running in front, the dead waiter and Shakura were following in the middle, and Count Dracula was chasing at the end with a bright sword.

The serpentine is not concerned about whether English is vulgar or whether Greek is noble. He is worried that his Greek dead waiter can't understand it. He runs back to communicate with the dead waiter in English.

The implication is that you go east, I go west, and everyone goes his own way. How good is that? Why are you chasing me!

Generally speaking, he has great strength. No matter depending on physical strength or death gaze, according to his imagination, he can definitely kill the dead servant.

But the serpentine doesn't dare to stop. Count Dracula's magic and martial arts double cultivation, that long sword can cut the red crescent shaped chopping into the air, which is obviously the rhythm of trying to kill them together. Now stop, maybe the one who died in the last second is the dead servant, and the next is him.

No, run!

The serpentine ran and found a new problem, they ran into a dead end.

A sulfur River in front of him blocked his way. Although he had lived in hell for hundreds of years, the Basilisk was not a devil. He didn't have the habit of bathing in sulfur. With his weight, he would have to go to the bottom.

He stood by the river and made an exaggerated action of braking, waving his arm like a windmill, as if someone could push him into the river with a push from behind the next second.

Count Dracula looked at the two and the Basilisk grimly.

He put a touch of dark magic on his long sword. On it, there was a layer of black Qi on the originally sharp blade, in which countless souls could be seen crying in the black Qi.

Count Dracula finally got serious. He used his ancestral magic power to kill all the enemies in front of him.

The dead waiter and shakola are not running around blindly. He also takes back his swords and guns, as well as the pink schoolbag.

Now there is no way to retreat. We can only go back and fight to the death.

The dead waiter threw away his schoolbag, took the old housekeeper's sword in his left hand and his own Alderman alloy sword in his right hand, and rushed up like a whirlwind, murmuring about Christmas gifts and other rubbish.

Ping Pong makes a sound. The samurai sword is cut off by Count Dracula's artifact sword after three moves. The stabbing sword from the old housekeeper is in better condition. However, in the face of Count Dracula's dark magic, it can't resist ten moves.

"Has anyone said that you talk too much nonsense? Fighting is a sacred thing. If you despise it, you have to give your life! " Count Dracula's sword pierced the death servant's heart, and the dark magic shattered his heart.

The life force of the dead servant was instantly absorbed by the long sword, and his body became rickety as the life force was taken away."No talk? How to fight without talking? Last time I was chatting with a polar bear in the zoo, he said... "

before finishing his words, he saw Count Dracula's sword come out and stab him in the neck.

"Shut up, then you may live a little longer!" The power of this sword almost cut off the whole neck of the dead servant.

His head drooped to the other side, almost to his shoulders, with only a small part of his skin still attached to his body.

"I'm sorry, my mouth... Works independently..."

the heart was pierced and the neck was cut off by more than half. Count Dracula didn't think this man was still alive. He reached out his hand smartly, and his body fell to the ground.

"Ah! I seldom meet a man I like! I'll eat you Xiakela was so angry that she didn't care about her image any more. She let go of her inner energy, took off her camouflage and revealed herself.

Unlike basilisk, a magical creature, and Count Dracula, an outsider, Shakura is a serious hell demon.

In many people's minds, demon is a weak image of the five scum of war. It seems that it can only seduce a few men and play with whips when it's free. In fact, it can't survive in hell and occupy a relatively high position only by relying on these things.

There is no pity for jade in hell, and there is no courtesy, justice and shame. Here we only look at fists.

As the royal family of demons, shakola has fists, but she doesn't like to use them.

My uncle can bear it, but my aunt can't bear it. Xiakela is angry at last!

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