With the strength to pull Zheng Zha back, another figure was like a spring swallow skimming water, passing through the ground, a distance of tens of meters, in the blink of an eye, and there was no distance.

The weirdest thing is that such a high speed, but without the slightest sound of breaking through the air, the air is not rushing.

And when this man suddenly came to Dracula, a shot was stabbed, and the air immediately exploded, and the wind was fierce, flying sand and rocks, and the air was rushing, and as the spear spun violently, the tip of the spear was the heart of Dracula.

"Ah......h

For the first time since the start of the war, Dracula's voice felt a little painful.

The spear pierced his chest, and it wrewd in a bloody hole that could not be stored in his heart.

"Your breath is well concealed, the timing of your attack is good, and the skill of counteracting air resistance with muscle tremors throughout your body is also very good,......" However, after screaming, Dracula glanced at the sharpshooter "Lonely" that was still spinning sharply in his chest, and exclaimed repeatedly.

"Not good!" Wang Zongchao, who had already successfully pierced Dracula's heart, felt a strong sense of crisis for a moment, clenched the spear and shrank back, his feet sliding, and his body retreated rapidly.

“…… But even better is the 'Horcrux' in your hand!"

And at the same time, the blood hole on Dracula's body that was penetrated by the "loneliness" of the divine spear had turned into a bloody mouth, roaring towards Wang Zongchao.

"You know what? There are two kinds of undead who are the most precious ......," Dracula explained leisurely as he looked at Wang Zongchao, who was armed with a gun and fought with a bloody dog.

"One is that there were grievances and resentments in life. Or brutally murdered and killed. They have intensely negative emotions at the moment of death. will accumulate in the soul. This is one in a hundred souls.

The other is the opposite. They are when they leave the earth. It just so happened to be a big realization. When it is time to die, there is no grudge. This kind of soul is even more rare. It can be said that it is one in a thousand.

But even more rare is a kind of soul - fighting to the death. There is a strong fighting spirit in the soul. But there is no resentment. Temperament is peaceful and upright. Rather, it's like those philosophers who have realized so much. Such a soul is absolutely hard to find.

You land this spear. Although it is an ordinary weapon in terms of material. But because a certain gun owner was dying. There's so much emotion in this weapon. Fought to the death and did not let go. Always hold it tightly in your hand. Flesh and blood. This Horcrux was forged.

I am happy. Because it's past tonight. I can have one more precious collection in my collection room!"

And Wang Zongchao listened to the words in his ears. But I can't be distracted at all. His spear has werewolf blood, werewolf saliva, werewolf tooth toxin, and Van Helsing's blood. Theoretically, there should be elements in the movie that can crack Dracula's immortal body. But it didn't play any role in Dracula. Instead, they put themselves in danger. The vicious attack of the Blood Dog Land in front of him had already made him overwhelmed.

Although he coped with it much better than Zheng Zha, when a shot was shot, the barrel of the gun shook, like dozens of giant poisonous snakes flying out of the hole, back and forth, opening his mouth and biting like lightning and flint, enveloping the blood dog in a dense forest of guns.

However, the body of this blood dog seems to be solid and liquid, when the spear stabs and picks it, it has a ripple on its body, when the spear is retracted, it recovers as usual, leaving no wounds, and its swift and vicious bite, sonorous and shocking fangs colliding and biting bring a huge threat to Wang Zongchao.

"There can't be a creature that can't be killed, it must have a weakness, otherwise Zheng Zha's bursting javelin just now wouldn't have worked. During the seconds that such offense and defense lasted, Wang Zongchao had been calmly analyzing.

"Are those...... Eyes!" A thought flashed, and the head of the spear in Wang Zongchao's hand trembled violently in an instant, and in an instant, hundreds of arcs were drawn in the air in front of him, each arc was obviously expanding and shrinking, each showing its own dynamics, expanding into a whole circle in some places, and shrinking into a small dot in some places. Hundreds of guns were shaken out Suddenly, the body of the gun in Wang Zongchao's hand suddenly disappeared from his hands, and only hundreds of arc spears pierced the star-dense eyes of the dead on the blood dog's body.

At each point of the spear, there was a terrifying scream, and the speed and strength of the blood dog would be weakened by a few points, and after a few seconds, as all the eyes of the dead were exploded one by one, the blood dog also dispersed into a pool of blood.

"Huh...... It's really a rare excellent warrior in a hundred years, no wonder my daughter can't forget you!" Seeing this scene, Dracula was not angry or anxious, but let out a sigh of admiration.

“…… But more exciting games are yet to come!"

Dracula let out the sound of an angry tide, and a large amount of blood that was extremely thick came out of thin air, tumbling and boiling in the air, and finally formed a dog's head again.

However, this dog's head is comparable in size to the huge head of a Tyrannosaurus rex, and the two blazing hellfires in his eyes are like torches in the dark night, steaming upwards with monstrous ferocity.

And on its body, thousands of eyes of the undead, radiating all kinds of negative emotions and bloody qi have been surging to the extreme, perfectly exposing the real hell to the world.

Then there was a huge roar that shook the whole castle, and the sound was not only loud, it was not only deafening, but it also shook the heart and the soul. The shock that is directly inflicted on all living beings that is heard cannot be compared to any other sound.

All the remnants of the soldiers and villagers who heard the sound fell to their knees. It's not about courage or anything like that. This is an instinctive fear of being great compared to oneself, innate.

The dog's head, which is comparable to the blood basin of the Tyrannosaurus rex, has been swallowed towards Wang Zongchao with the momentum of devouring the sky and the earth.

The surging wind, the surging airflow, and the surging bloody and ferocious aura had left Wang Zongchao with no room to dodge, so he could only grit his teeth and wave the spear like a meteor shower in the sky, facing the eyes of thousands of undead.

However, this time it only exploded the eyes of hundreds of undead, causing the dog's head to shrink slightly, but then Wang Zongchao felt that it was dark in front of him, and he had been directly devoured by the giant mouth.

Although Wang Zongchao even if he put the "loneliness" of the spear in front of him to unblock this extremely ferocious bite, at the same time relax his whole body, contract his muscles and bones, and make his whole body soft as cotton, but it is full of strong elasticity that is enough to rebound any bullet shot, trying to minimize the damage suffered.

Even so, Wang Zongchao still felt that the thunderous bite sound from this bite seemed to come out of his own bones, and his bones made an unbearable creaking sound, and the blood in his mouth was irrepressibly gushing outward, and he was already injured both inside and outside.

Fortunately, his body is much tougher and stronger than Zheng Zha, and he will not be crippled by this bite. However, he also felt that the qi and blood in his body were about to disperse under this extremely ferocious power, and once the power was dispersed, it would immediately be the end of the tragic death of the corpse!

What's more, the lethality of this bite not only comes from the powerful physical damage that is enough to shatter the steel grinding rock, but also is full of pervasive, bone-decaying blood energy!

At the moment of life and death, Wang Zongchao had no way to keep it, and the two energies of ice and fire roared and erupted from every inch of skin on his body, and the ice and fire energy raged in the huge mouth of the dog's head, impacting, and reverberating.

This force finally shook the huge mouth full of blood and death, and the powerful anti-shock force caused Wang Zongchao's entire body to throw away the giant mouth and roll and fly out into the air.

However, this can only delay death for a few seconds, as long as the dog's head bites again, Wang Zongchao's tired body will definitely not be able to bear it anymore.

At the same time as he broke out of the giant mouth, a rocket was accurately shot into the mouth of the dog's head, and the violent explosion suddenly blasted the dog's head out of shape.

It's a pity that those dense eyes of the dead were extremely damaged in the explosion, and as long as they existed, the dog's head began to wriggle in a very short time in an attempt to reassemble.

You know, those eyes of the dead are difficult to be destroyed by ordinary weapons, bullets or explosions, and the silver-plated and holy water weapons can be stronger in their killing effect, but it is not very obvious, Zheng Zha's burst javelin is coated with silver on the surface and seeps a large amount of mercury into the barrel, which is definitely one shot at the average werewolf and vampire, but it can only defeat a smaller dog head. In addition, only the magic spear "Lonely" in Wang Zongchao's hand can come handy.

But just as the dog's head was about to reorganize, a small stream of unknown liquid splashed on it.

This splash suddenly made the eyes of a large number of dead on the dog's head close tightly as if they were drenched with sulfuric acid, and there was a sizzling corrosive sound, and the dog's head also shrank back with a miserable howl, and the fierce appearance was gone, and the form was sluggish.

"Source blood?" Dracula frowned slightly, looking at a beautiful woman in front of him, who was covered in blood and pale as paper, but still heroic and sassy, and confronted him with a firm and fearless look.

She was Princess Anna, and the artery in her left wrist had been cut, and blood was pouring out, and it was her blood that had just temporarily retreated the dog's head.

"Yes, Source Blood used to be my only weakness. It's a pity that after seventeen generations of inheritance, the source blood in your bloodline is already extremely thin, even if you are willing to let all the blood in your body drain, it will only make me feel unhappy for a small period of time at most. ”

While Dracula was speaking, the eyes of the dead, which had been closed by Princess Anna's blood, opened one after another, and as the source of power was restored, the dog's head was as fierce and furious as ever.

While the Count was still speaking, a sturdy and burly figure suddenly rushed forward as fast as the wind, and a silver cross, which he held tightly in his right hand, was lifted in front of the Count at once.

Dracula screamed in agony under the silver light and the sacred cross, his head trembling like a spasmodic and his long, neatly combed hair shattered.

But for a moment, I didn't even see how he did it, and the cross in Van Helsing's hand had been taken away by him. Dracula was still screaming, but this time it was no longer pain, but force, anger.

Then, a dazzling red light flashed, and the cross melted in his hand like a marshmallow.

"It is a great honor for me to meet you here again, Gabriel!" he quickly regained his composure, uttered a pointless polite remark, and threw the mud-like mass in his hand.

Van Helsing was startled, but he was always alert in a critical moment, although one of his arms had been temporarily destroyed by the werewolf's heavy damage, but the silver thorn hidden in his right sleeve behind the cross had been stabbed out without hesitation in an instant. The orientation was very precise, and the silver spike passed directly through Dracula's chest.

It was no ordinary silver thorn, on top of the silver thorn, densely carved with the full text of the Bible, plus the holy power blessings of several cardinal archbishops, and a series of holy prayer rituals, there was absolutely no dark creature that could not pay a terrible price after touching it, let alone being pierced into the heart. It took more than 20 years for the church to complete a handful of them, which was meant to be a killer against Count Dracula.

But he soon discovered that Dracula hadn't even changed his expression, and that the silver thorn seemed to have pierced into someone else's body, leaving him indifferent.

"You're testing my patience, I'm tired of these outdated methods, and I'm looking forward to a new show. Dracula said lightly, his right hand slowly pulling out the silver thorn.