Bang!

Without any signs, the woman shot without hesitation. The woman had an intoxicated expression on her face, her eyes rolled up, and she didn't care about the result of her attack. Her fingers were hooked one after another. Then she heard a series of gunfire sounds one after another.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Dracula only felt that his hair was standing on his body, and his nerves that had been dull for centuries became sensitive at this moment, and his temples kept beating and even felt like he was facing death.

He had no time to judge in his heart, and his body had already reacted. He quickly connected his feet and instantly slid in front of Mr. Tiebiao. Iron Tuan subconsciously raised his hand and smashed it. Durcula did not retreat but advanced but received an iron fist in his chest.

The powerful force immediately smashed Durcula's body and bombarded the opposite wall.

Dracula vomited blood, but a smile appeared on his face. He looked at a bloody hole in his left arm, licked the corner of his mouth and said, "It's so powerful! But his accurate head seems to be a little worse!"

The special firearms of the church woman were very powerful. They could hit directly at Durcula's speed, which shows how fast the initial speed of the bullet was. However, this was also how fast he saw the opportunity. If he hadn't been injured and leveraged under the attack of Mr. Ironblock, the church woman would not have been able to escape with a single shot.

Hearing his sarcasm, he taught the woman to smile gently, slowly lower the spear whose gun had turned red, and said, "You are not simple. Although I have tried my best to overestimate you, I didn't expect to ignore your wisdom!"

Dracula was in a rage.

Ignore my wisdom? Have you always regarded me as an idiot?

Mr. Tiebiao ignored their conversation and jumped up and paused heavily. After the whole house made a loud noise, six crisp bullets fell to the ground.

From afar, Durcula's move just now was not to avoid bullets, but to use Mr. Tiebiao as his shield. Fortunately, Mr. Tiebiao's bandit name is worthy of his name. Otherwise, he would have lost his staff at this time.

The church woman obviously discovered this problem. She frowned slightly, looked at the gun in her hand, and started to disassemble it again.

Mr. Tiebiao strode before his expressionless face, and his whole body slowly pressed down like an iron mountain.

Dracula did not rush up again, and his figure floated and came to the position where the Lord's fallen. He picked her up with his toes, picked her neck up with one hand, and no longer cared about admiring the snow-white swan neck, and bit it hard.

It was also considered that the Lord's wife was unlucky. Her arms were removed by Drewra, and she injured her foot when she was thrown out just now. So she simply didn't move and lay on the ground and looked at the two monsters who had exceeded common sense in a fearful way. Fortunately, she was still a little rational and knew that both sides were not good people in the final analysis, so she bit her lips tightly and pressed all the pain and fear into her throat. She hoped that both of them could abandon all their worries and fight to the point of losing both sides.

However, at this moment, she suddenly realized how ridiculous it was to pin hope on the vague and ethereal luck. The only thought before her death was not to take revenge. Instead, she would never believe in luck again!

Click!

The Lord's body was still on the floor at will, the wound on Dracula's body healed quickly, and the obvious depression in his chest returned to his original state. The fresh blood brought him back to his full state again.

However, facing Mr. Ironbiao who was suppressing him in a straight line, he did not choose to rush forward again, but still moved quickly in the room like he delayed time and sucked blood just now.

However, even so, as the obstacles were kicked into the corner by Mr. Iron Block one by one, Durcula's disadvantage gradually became obvious.

After all, the living room is an enclosed space. Even if Lord Rukla's living room is 50 or 60 square meters in size, it is still an unfavorable terrain for Dracula. For a warrior who is fast and agile than attack power, fighting is the most advantageous way for him to fight. From the current situation, the other party obviously specializes in studying him. A man who can transform into steel as a shield suppresses him in a small space. A man who is good at using firearms and launches attacks with high-power bullets at a long range is simply a dead end designed specifically for him.

Dracula is also very annoyed now, and she deeply hates the other party to hurt him. She also hates that she is careless and enters the trap. However, everything is a foregone conclusion, and it is not easy to break this situation.

The easiest way is of course to go out of the room, but the other party has obviously also studied the terrain here. The windows they penetrated when they came in were firmly occupied by the church women, and the two passages connecting other rooms were behind Mr. Iron Block without exception. The only place they could touch in the area they could move was a wall made of thick bricks and tiles. However, for this, Dracula, who was not known for his strength, had no choice.

Dracula saw that the church woman had already installed the guns again slowly, and knew that it was too late to start the plan now!

He fixed his body, as if he was angry and lost his mind, and pulled out his sword and rushed straight towards Mr. Iron Block like a mad cow.

A smile appeared on Mr. Tiebiao's calm face. His interest in attack was obviously greater than that of this kind of slowly approaching the game. He couldn't help but speed up his pace, spread his hands and rushed towards Durcula.

Neither side shouted, and the heavy breathing showed another fierce confrontation.

Dracula accelerated his speed bit by bit, held the sword tightly with both hands and rushed towards Mr. Tiebiao, and suddenly lowered his body and drilled under his open arms. Mr. Tiebiao did not react because of his own momentum.

"Hiss!"

Dracula roared and flew up, kicked Mr. Tiebiao hard in the back. While kicking him farther, he rushed towards the church woman faster with the help of the reaction.

Dracula hated this woman very much. Not only did she insult her, but what angered him the most was her expression of wisdom and a contemptuous momentum in her bones.

Dracula rushed quickly and taught women to turn faster.

The moment he flew up, the church woman turned around with such a smile, holding a short and thick hand cannon in each hand, and shot without hesitation!

Bang! Bang!

After just two shots, the teaching woman turned back again. Dracula, who had just repaired her body, had become a sieve.

The whole body lost its strength, and countless holes in the body were spraying blood outwards. Dracula, who hit the ground heavily, still slid to the feet of the church woman by inertia.

Shotgun! Two shots hit!
Chapter completed!