Chapter 510: The villain died

After considering for a moment, Russell gave up. He couldn't kill Dracula, and Dracula had no choice but to waste a card here.
Moreover, Dracula only relied on his immortal body. Other aspects, such as number, equipment, and appearance, were at a disadvantage. The person in need should be Dracula.
Russell touched the cross necklace on his chest, considering the pros and cons of throwing it to Fan Haixin, carefully thinking about it, it was useless to stay, and he might go back and complete the task.
The only downside is losing face!
Oh, how much is the face of someone doing big things?
Russell was so determined that he would not do anything, and he would not return it in his hands!
On his side, he was still engaged in a battle between heaven and man. Dracula had already fought with Van Helsing, and he was on the sidelines.
More than four hundred years ago, Dracula died in the hands of Van Hessing. Four hundred years later, Van Hessing had no power to fight back, was rubbed on the ground, and was supported by his tenacious physique and will.
In the original work, the strengths of the two are very different, and Fan Haixin can transform into a werewolf to compete with Dracula.
Now that he has not been bitten by a werewolf, facing Dracula alone, he is naturally hit by various slings. The reason why he was not killed was his strong physique. On the one hand, the reason is that Dracula did not play dead, and mocked his opponent's shame.
Fan Haixin couldn't win Dracula, killing him was even more magical, and Russell quietly made a gesture to signal everyone to see the opportunity to go together. The demons did not need to talk about any chivalry.
However, as the battle continued, Russell suddenly found that the situation was a bit wrong. Van Haisin gradually fought against the transformed Dracula Chamber. The battle changed from one side to the other.
The cross necklace in her hand was anxious to fly out, Russell noticed the change with his eyes slightly, and Fan Haixin's dark eyes became dark golden. The decadent temperament of the past has converged, with a solemn look and majestic, as if he had changed his personality.
Is it big?
Russell made a gesture again, and the situation changed, and he stayed still.
Fan Haixin's long sword was shot down a long time ago. At this time, Russell waved and opened a water curtain as a defensive enchantment. He watched the two men fight closely and looked for opportunities to make up for the sword.
"Gabriel, I know it's you. That's right. The person I want to defeat is not Van Haisin!" Dracula grinned excitedly, exposing his mouth with sharp fangs, and began to take seriously the battle that he regarded as fate and revenge.
Fan Haixin was unmoved. The indifferent features seemed to have no feelings. He grabbed Dracula's sharp claws stabbing to his chest, rolled over his shoulder, and pressed it to the ground.
Then he grabbed his arm and twisted it. He broke his muscles, and Dracula's arm turned backwards. Immediately afterwards, he lifted his leg with a tomahawk, hit Dracula's head, and drew the entire face into the slate.
The overhanging stone road cracks the gap of the thumb, and with a slight shaking, the waist may break at any time.
"That's it……"
Dracula lifted his head with a smirk. He had an immortal body. The pain would only stimulate his desire to fight. For the arm that couldn't be broken, he directly waved his claws to cut it off.
Cruel to yourself, naturally to your enemies!
Dracula swiveled his wings, continuously flapped his wings to speed up, set off a storm, and propelled the wind. The huge body of 3 meters rammed and rammed Fan Haixin into the air, chasing him up.
He pressed Fan Haixin's head with one hand, pressed his chest with one hand, accelerated the charge again, and slammed into the rear tower severely.
There was a loud noise, and the two were buried in the ruins. The next second, Dracula flew upside down, flapping his wings to slow down before stopping. As a result, the balance was just stabilized, and Fan Haixin, who was chased, hit his face with a punch.
Click!
The fangs collapsed, Dracula's head turned 180 degrees, and he grinned toward the back of the fangs. He grabbed his head and slammed it back, shaking it twice to recover.
A heavy and violent whip leg struck, Dracula raised his arm to block, but did not want this move to just attack.
Fan Haixin closed his leg and tiptoe, using this leg as the axis, and whip his leg sideways on Dracula's back.
Dracula was stingy, spitting black blood, remembering the fear of being dominated four hundred years ago, his face sank immediately. The black claws of his hands shot out, and the anger was about to burst out. A big hand pressed his face and blocked the growl back.
Turning in front of him, Dracula had a headache in the back, and was pressed to the ground by Fan Haixin.
The attack was so heavy that Dracula was dizzy, the solid stone road fell apart instantly, and the two fell from a bottomless abyss.
Russell waved with one hand, dragging Fan Haixin up by the current, and the latter stood by the broken bridge with no expression and raised his hand into the abyss.
Huh! !!
The fallen sword turned into Yin Lianfei and returned to his hands. He waved twice at random below, and soon came Dracula's scream.
Russell nodded secretly. Dracula had been slinging Fan Haixin from the moment he was slinged by Fan Haixin, thus proving an eternal truth.
The villain died by words!
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boom! !! !!
The collapsed stone road suddenly broke, and when Dracula knew that he was out of reach, he finally remembered that he still had the air supremacy, smashed the bridge stone road with wings and chased Fan Haixin who fell down.
There were screams in the dark abyss, and soon Dracula flew up without arms and legs. Fan Haixin rode on his back, scraping flesh and blood from his sword, and finally prying a pair of bat wings.
"Ah-ah ---"
Over the castle, Dracula screamed screams, and the two fell into the highest tower like a kite with a broken line.
"You are waiting for me. I used to grab ... to fight!" Russell flew in the torrential rain, slammed the wall straight, and rushed into the tower.
In the stone room of the tower, Dracula had healed himself, and Fan Haixin pressed him to teach on the ground.
Numerous vampire bats hang upside down on the roof, as if sleeping and hibernating. Russell recognized the bat, grinning and attracting a lot of rain to fill it, and then discharged at full power.
Crackling!
He remembered after discharging the electricity, it seemed that Fan Haixin was also inside.
The problem is not big, it is not the first time anyway!
Destroying Dracula was more important. Russell had no time to apologize. Seven silver-white giant wolves jumped out from behind, harvesting the black bats that had not completely died out, and finally rushed to Dracula, covering his body.
Rumble ------
The tower collapsed, Russell stood in the blue water polo, and was buried by the collapsed building ruins. The storm washed away and rolled up pieces of rubble to move. After clearing the field, he found three little bats in the gap in the corner of the wall.
"Hey ..."
The smile is gradually arrogant!
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