A certain sword soul's infinite journey

Chapter 613 Count Dracula

The cold wind howled and the snow fluttered.

Above the isolated peak surrounded by snow-capped mountains, a blue figure fell out of a vortex, falling downward like a kite with a broken string.

Soon, another vortex appeared under the blue figure in time, and a silver breath that could not be caught by the naked eye flew out of the vortex, and quickly got into the body of the blue figure.

In the next second, the blue figure suddenly opened his eyes, a bright silver light flashed from his pupils, and the rapidly falling figure stopped in the air.

Meteor Sword itself has the ability to fly, coupled with Lin Yi's superimposed light attribute attack, fire attribute attack, ice attribute attack, burning abnormal state, freezing abnormal state, breaking magic, breaking air, phantom sword energy, and the power of holy angels And many powerful custom special effects, it is not difficult to break through the shackles of the earth's gravity.

Lin Yi looked down at his blue body, opened and clenched his palms constantly, feeling the powerful power contained in this Meteor Sword avatar.

It really deserves to be a meteor sword avatar made by DIY after superimposing many custom special effects. Except for the unsatisfactory durability, other aspects will definitely not be much weaker than him who took off the system equipment.

As for persistence, Lin Yi felt it a little bit, and then quickly made a judgment.

If it is just to maintain the shape, this clone can last for about a week, but if you want to fight, this time may have to be shortened to twelve hours. If the enemy is more difficult, he needs to activate most of the custom special effects , then three hours is probably the limit.

As for the full shot, there is only one blow.

After all, no matter how strong this avatar is, it is only the foundation of the Meteor Sword...

Lin Yi quickly determined the upper and lower limits of the avatar, and then turned into a blue sword light and flew into the sky, hiding in the clouds above the lonely peak and the frozen castle.

Meanwhile, Seymour and Arya had passed through the hall full of green egg cocoons, and came to a gloomy and dark hall, where the pillars and walls were hung with burning braziers, but they could not light up. shadows around.

Light and darkness seem to have reversed in this gloomy castle. Countless shadows have grown fangs and claws, surrounding and devouring the light illuminated by the flames.

"I hate this place."

Arya frowned as she walked on the carpet in the middle of the hall, her slender hand tightly grasping the hilt of the rapier.

"Be patient, the lair of the big villain is like this."

While comforting, Seymour held the Fire Dragon Sword and walked ahead to lead the way. The hot flames burned on the sharp blade, illuminating the road ahead with a brightness far exceeding that of the surrounding braziers.

Arya glanced at him, then turned her head blankly.

What she hated the most was Seymour's old face.

"Obviously I am the master's first apprentice..."

Thinking of this, Arya's heart was full of grievances.

At this moment, a cloudy wind whizzed past from the top of the hall, and all the flames flickered at the same time. Seymour and Arya suddenly stopped in unison, looking vigilantly in the direction of the cloudy wind.

Seymour narrowed his eyes slightly.

The wind was blowing too fast, he couldn't capture its whole picture, only saw a fleeting black shadow.

Seymour whispered: "Be careful! It's Count Dracula!"

"You still need to say it?"

Arya replied habitually, and then quickly put the sword energy in her body on her eyes. The original brown eyes were quickly stained with silver threads, and finally turned into a pair of silver eyes.

"Where is he!"

The sword pupils are opened, and the shadows are naturally invisible.

Arya let out a cry, and then suddenly swung the rapier in her hand.

A silver-white sword energy broke away from the blade in an instant, and slashed fiercely at the darkest shadow on the ceiling.

"Bam—"

The gravel splashed, and the sword energy overflowed.

The huge black shadow quickly jumped from the position where the sword qi fell to another direction, and then landed in front of Seymour and Arya at a terrifying speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.

Arya was startled, and hurriedly chased after the blurred shadow in her vision and looked behind her.

The shadow covering half of the main hall shrank quickly and gathered behind a tall figure.

It was a man with a tall and straight figure. He was wearing a black dress of a noble court in the Middle Ages, and a pair of black leather gloves with dark gold patterns. His appearance was feminine and handsome, and his skin was fair. handsome man.

Well, if you can ignore the shadow behind him with flailing teeth and claws...

At this moment, Count Dracula was looking at the two uninvited guests with vigilant expressions, thinking about how they broke into the frozen castle.

"...Are you Dracula?"

The cold voice came from the front, and Dracula quickly came back to his senses. Looking at the cold and beautiful Arya and the handsome Seymour, a wicked smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Exactly!"

Dracula laughed and responded, then suddenly opened his hands towards the two, and said with an evil smile: "Unknown outsiders, no matter who you are, welcome to my castle!"

"but……"

The smile on Dracula's face suddenly faded, and his hands dropped accordingly, his eyes coveted and greedily lingered on Arya and Seymour: "Since you're here, don't leave, just as my brides are dying." Outside the castle, you will replace them and reproduce for me!"

"us?"

Arya and Seymour looked at each other, and then both couldn't help a chill.

Damn, why didn't anyone tell me Dracula was bisexual?

Or did he think he was actually a woman?
Seymour looked at Dracula coldly and angrily, and swung the flaming long sword in his hand, pointing at the greedy Count Dracula.

"Dracula, you—"

Before the words fell, the wall on the right exploded, and a long silver shuttle galloped out from the broken place, piercing the air in the hall in an instant, and penetrating Dracula's heart from the side.

"Pfft-"

With blood splattered everywhere, Dracula staggered and took a step sideways, then barely supported himself on his feet, and looked at the broken wall in disbelief.

I saw a figure holding a crossbow engraved with sacred patterns standing in the hole in the wall, pretending to draw a cross with his empty right hand, and said, "May he rest in peace."

"..."

Seymour held the sword stiffly in his right arm, and the muscles in his cheek twitched slightly.

"Van Helsing."

"Here~"

"What are you doing here?!"

"Of course I'm here to help you!"

Van Helsing walked in with a smile, ignored Seymour's angry eyes, looked at Count Dracula whose chest had been pierced by the silver shuttle, and said in a frivolous tone: "He is Dracula? It doesn't look like any other vampires. different……"

As he spoke, the expression on Fan Helsing's face gradually became serious.

Because he found that Count Dracula was a little different from other vampires, at least other vampires would not stand there as firmly as he did after being pierced by a silver stake soaked in holy water.

They have long been purified into fly ash by silver stakes and holy water!
"Damn it, this guy is just pretending!"

Van Helsing quickly retreated to Seymour and Arya, looking solemnly at Count Dracula.

Sure enough, after the initial 'unbelievable' face-changing performance, Dracula's expression quickly returned to calm, and even a gentle smile bloomed on the corners of his lips.

I saw him stretch out his hand to hold the silver stake, and then pull it out suddenly.

"Pfft!"

Blood poured out along with the silver stake, and the terrifying blood hole quickly healed and closed.

Dracula threw the silver stake on the ground casually, and looked at Van Helsing with a ferocious smile.

"Who did I think it was? It turned out to be you—Gabriel!"

...Gabriel? !
Hearing Dracula's name, Seymour couldn't help but look at Van Helsing.

Van Helsing frowned, looking at Dracula inexplicably, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about.

Dracula raised his eyebrows, fixed his eyes on Fan Helsing, and suddenly revealed a sneering smile.

"You don't remember, do you?"

"...what should I remember?"

Van Helsing asked calmly.

"Too many!" laughed Dracula. "You are the famous Van Helsing, an exorcist trained by Tibetan monks and Istanbul mullahs, under the aegis of Rome, but like me People are chasing and killing..."

"It's not a secret, many people know about it." Van Helsing shook his head.

"That's right, but your identity is more than that!"

Dracula gave an evil laugh, and just when he was about to continue to say something, his tone suddenly paused, turning into a black shadow and flashing to one side, a silver sword qi flashed across the place where Dracula was standing, and fell on the ground. After crossing a long and narrow ravine, it crashed into the wall at the end of the carpet.

"Oh!"

The gravel splashed and the smoke filled the air.

Dracula's figure reappeared, he glanced back at the smoke-filled wall, and then looked at Arya who had just swung his sword in surprise.

"If you want to fight, fight, how come there is so much nonsense!"

Arya spit out a sentence lightly, and then jumped towards Dracula with one foot.

Seymour was originally listening to Van Helsing's past, wanting to know if he was Gabriel, but seeing Arya interrupting Dracula, he had no choice but to lift the Fire Dragon Sword and follow her rushed up.

In an instant, silver sword energy and red flames danced together in the hall.

Dracula originally wanted to pretend to be easy to deal with, while gracefully dodging the attacks of the two, while ridiculing the three of Van Helsing who separated him. Your companion doesn't want you to know your identity! '

Unfortunately, plans can never keep up with changes.

When facing the two of Seymour, Dracula felt a great sense of oppression.

Obviously his speed is much faster than these two, but in the silver and red sword lights, all his movements are blocked, even if he escapes into the shadows, he will be forced by the silver sword energy come out.

"Shh-"

Another silver sword qi slashed across, driving a dark figure out of the shadows like squeezing toothpaste. Count Dracula once again appeared on the carpet as a handsome man. The relaxed expression on his handsome face had disappeared, replaced by It's a look of exasperated fury.

"Damn it, who are you guys?!"

"Of course the one who killed you!"

Seymour's calm voice sounded, and the scorching flames rushed over with claws and claws, quickly engulfing the place where Count Dracula was standing.

(End of this chapter)