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If you want to disperse the fog, you can use wind. .

Shuwen thought so, input magic power into the wind knife, and he whispered: "I'm counting on you, Rudra!"

Rudra and Ashini are a pair of magic swords whose names come from Indian gods.Just like the attributes of the two, the former is the god of the storm, and the latter is the god representing the fire.

Both the name and the origin are extraordinary, even Shuwen only exerts most of his abilities, not all of them.Magic is a big factor in it.

But that's enough.

A strong wind blows from the wind knife in his hand, dispelling the surrounding blood mist, Shuwen splits with the knife, and every knife is a wind.

The wind blows it away, and it is blank at first, and then the blood mist spreads around it, which is much lighter than before.It seemed that the blood fog couldn't really dissipate before the surrounding corpses turned into bones.

But the thinking is right.

Shuwen saw a little effect, so he was ready to use it with all his strength. He smiled: "Dracula, try it? Is it because your magic lasts for a long time, or I blow away your mist."

He was about to blow up a tornado, but there was a hissing sound in his ears, which could be heard clearly even in a place where his senses were suppressed.

Shuwen was vigilant, but suddenly felt a pain in his back.

Something sharp was about to penetrate his body, but it was blocked by his clothes.

Shuwen turned his head, but he didn't see anyone.

Immediately afterwards, there was a pain on the left side, and he turned his head again, but he also didn't see anyone.

"Interesting!" Shuwen sneered.

This blood mist not only suppressed his senses but also strengthened the opponent's actions, or the environment was used by the opponent.

"Sorry, I'm wearing inner armor." Shuwen said sorry, but he became vigilant in his heart.I don't know which world this inner armor is from. It may be the game world or the fairy world. The effect is obvious.

It has to be said, there is something about this Dracula, but just that is not enough.

The two swords shouted from the side: "Left, left, right, right."

What the two knives said was exactly where Dracula was at this time, but they also reminded Dracula that he knew, so Dracula changed his body shape and position again.

Shuwen held the two knives and touched them, and the crisp sound of the impact echoed in his ears, and then he swung the two knives, and a flame storm with the two knives centered on him and expanded outward.

The wind carries the fire, and the flame burns the surrounding air and mist, and cleans everything around it intensely.

It took only a moment for the huge red curtain to dissipate, and the flames and blood mist disappeared at the same time.

He heard a gasp.

Following the sound, Dracula was not floating in the air, but standing on the ground, just like one staring into the abyss... The other party was also looking at him, with anger on his face.

When the flames swept through, it also engulfed Dracula. Although it did not sweep away Dracula, it ignited Dracula's clothes.

His red cloak had been engulfed by the flames, his hair and eyebrows had disappeared, and the battle armor on his body flowed to the ground as if half-melted, and some of it was embedded in him.

"Dracula, are you at this level? I don't see that you have the ability to make Gu Yi afraid." Shuwen glanced at him, and couldn't bear to look at his ugly and pitted body that was burnt.

"When I was asking about vampires, I heard an old mage say that you made even Ancient One fear you, but now it seems that you are not worthy of your name."

He continued to taunt, but it seemed to be the truth.

Dracula groaned, ignoring Shuwen, he dropped his sword hand and grabbed the iron plate on his body.

The skin was torn off next to the iron plates, exposing muscles and blood vessels.

Blood trickles down the body.

But soon the blood stopped again, and the skin injury was repairing, just as it was visible to the naked eye when he tore the skin, so was the speed of repair.

Just like drawing on paper with a pencil, every stroke paints the paper black.

Strong restorative power.

I don’t know how it compares to Wolverine and Deadpool?

But it is destined to be fruitless. There is no Wolverine in this world, and there will be no Deadpool.

Dracula's body twitched after the battle armor was torn apart, and then the exposed muscles swelled outwards. The hair of his whole body swelled, and even the color changed.

The only constant is probably his eyeballs.

He transforms from a human into a giant bat.

"Transformation?" Shuwen shook his head: "Is there anything else?"

Dracula flapped his wings and soared into the sky and then swooped down.

Shuwen raised his knife and slashed at his paw, but he didn't dodge or dodge. This knife easily looked at Dracula's paw.

But the other party didn't make any cry, neither the paw nor the person fell from the ground, and there was no blood dripping.

phantom!

Shuwen raised his eyebrows, he was cheated!

Just like just now.

interesting.

A huge force came from behind, pushing him to fly forward and upward.

With such a posture, Shuwen couldn't hit himself in the back.

"When?" Shuwen didn't worry at all, he asked interestingly.

"Just now." Following the other party's answer, Shuwen's body shook for a while, lost his balance, and fell from the air.

After Dracula fell off the tree text again, he swooped down, he was still in the state of a big bat.

Shuwen smiled, snapped his fingers, and disappeared from the other party's sight.

The flying Dracula stopped and looked around vigilantly.

Shuwen came out of the mirror dimension holding two knives.

"This dimension is really special. It can be used in both mirror dimensions."

The mirror dimension is just like the shadow of a person. It is the shadow of the real universe and is closest to the real world. It can only be used in reality. Once in other dimensions, the mirror dimension loses its effectiveness.

Using the dimension of the mirror in other dimensions is equal to the dimension invasion.

Shuwen became more and more curious about this dimension. He looked at the big bat Dracula.

Shaking his head.

In terms of threat, Dracula is not as good as Namor when the Phoenix Force explodes. The only thing he is better than Namor is that the opponent is in a state of out-of-control and dementia, and he can still control himself.

If Namor is sober and can make good use of the power of the phoenix, it will be truly terrifying.

Facing Shuwen's shaking of his head, Dracula was very angry. He turned back into a human form and grabbed the sword he had thrown on the ground before rushing forward.

The swords collided, and unexpectedly Dracula's sword split without a single blow.

On the contrary, after carrying it for about ten times, there was a gap in the blade.

Dracula's face was gloomy, relying on years of experience and skills to steadily confront Shuwen.

Shuwen was still judging Dracula's quality in his heart. The opponent's fighting skills were superb, and he might be better than Gu Yi, but the mage's duel fighting skills were only a chance of winning.

So the old mage had a high opinion of Dracula!

Shuwen thought about it, increased his strength, and chopped off Dracula's sword with one blow.

The knife fell, and as the line of the spine fell from the chest, the opponent's muscles burst out. When the knife touched the muscles, the muscles were roasted.

As soon as Dracula's face changed, he kicked Shuwen away and was about to turn around and run away, but Shuwen chased after him and slashed thirteen knives at the opponent's back.