As Xuan Yi's finger tips were pinched out one by one, the air around him became more and more uneasy. At this time, Xuan Yi no longer looked like he had almost no sense of existence. Instead, heavier and heavier low pressure spread out from Xuan Yi's body. Because of the fighting between the two ghosts, Jian'er felt that the temperature around him was dropping sharply, and a sense of coldness that made people rise from the bottom of his heart attacked his body.

Seeing this situation, Jian'er finally understood what it means to be full of cold wind. It turned out that those movies were not very exaggerated, at least the situation she saw is not much worse than in the movie.

The surrounding plants seemed to be hung with a light layer of frost. The wind was rolled upside down by the leaves, and it brought out howling sounds as it moved, like the evil spirits of hell were crying.

Xuan Yi's previous light spirit washed by the fairy spirit energy in the Gulian space completely disappeared. Now he seems to have changed into a person, no, to be precise, it looks gloomy and terrifying like a soul.

"Ah, that's what's right!" To be honest, although Count Dracula felt a similar aura from Xuan Yi before, that aura was covered by another temperament that he hated from Xuan Yi, which belonged to those priests, which made Count Dracula feel very uncomfortable.

But now seeing Xuan Yi's appearance, Count Dracula felt very satisfied. He was a "ghost" type. How could he learn from those fake missionaries? Now that he looks like a normal "ghost" should have.

Heroic laughter was paid from Count Dracula's mouth. His red eyes flashed with provocative light, his dark bloody lips opened, and two black and red flames appeared on his raised hands: "Then let's say hello and get to know each other well. Take the call!"

"Go, the meteor of fire!" As soon as he finished speaking, he threw his hands and two balls of flames emerged from Count Dracula's hands and shot towards Xuanyi. The flames transformed into two, two into four, four into sixteen in the air... In a blink of an eye, it turned into a meteor of fire. The scattered Mars fell on the leaves and instantly made the whole tree ignite a blazing fire.

When Count Dracula's fire meteor attacked, Xuan Yi just finished his last finger technique, and the masked face showed a grim smile, and he didn't answer, but just quickly danced his hands in front of him. The wind seemed to be compressed into a blade, flying out from between his finger claws, and facing the meteor fire with bright silver light.

The silver-white wind blade collided with the dark red meteor fire in the air, and immediately turned into a brilliant firework scattered in all directions.

"Destroy!" Xuan waved his hand, and a cold whirlwind swept towards the fireworks while waving his hand. It is said that the wind helps the fire, and the fire borrows the power of the wind, but it depends on what kind of wind it is. The majesty of the wind is not so easy to borrow. If you scratch a match in the strong wind, the spark will not be mentioned as the majesty of the wind. As long as the wind blows, the fire will be brought to you in minutes.

Now, although the fire meteor released by Count Dracula is much stronger than the matches, the Yin wind that Xuan Yi emits is not a vegetarian. The Yin and Cold Qi can almost freeze ordinary flames. The broken fire is not an opponent, and the small fireworks that dispersed were completely extinguished in just an instant.

"It's not bad, let's come again." Count Dracula's magic was broken, but he did not show any panic at all, but seemed to stimulate their excitement even more. He laughed wildly, and a series of fireballs were thrown out from his hands one after another. This enhanced version of the fire meteor was suddenly as fine as rain.

As for the fire rain, Xuan Yi did not feel panic at all. Instead, he sneered and shouted softly: "Good it!" Then he lowered his body, pressed his hand down, and called "Get up!"...

A strong wind swept towards the sky with Xuanyi. In the blink of an eye, the fire rain that was leading was extinguished by the wind, and the remaining part was greatly reduced in power. It was actually blown by the strong wind and was blown towards Count Dracula.

Count Dracula just lifted the cloak with one hand and then waved it down with a "brush". The power of the cloak actually cut the strong wind released by Xuan Yi into two halves, but he stood in the center of the turbulent wind without any injury.

However, with Jian'er's eyes now, she could still see that Count Dracula's actual situation was not as relaxed as he was now. Although it was not very obvious, Jian'er could still feel that the totem under Count Dracula's feet shook suddenly. When he looked at it, Jian'er felt that the color of the flame seemed a little dim. It seemed that Count Dracula's attack on Xuan Yi was not as relaxed as he did.

However, the eyes behind Xuan Yi's mask narrowed slightly. Although he was not surprised that Count Dracula could take his attack, he really didn't expect that he would take this attack so easily.

A touch of excitement stained Xuan Yi's eyes. This was the strongest person he had encountered since he woke up, except for Xuan Er, who might be "ghost". This is the same as Xuan Er and other dead soldiers who have to keep their hands in practice, so as not to get addicted to it, and he would be hurt by his hands and harm his harmony. However, he would not be so polite to the person in front of him. He could "play" with confidence and boldness, just so he could try his skills.

"It's impolite to be unfair to come and go! You can also take my move." A series of light spots popped out from Xuan Yi's fingertips, but did not hit Count Dracula, but instead landed directly below the position.

Seeing this situation, Count Dracula was stunned at first, but immediately remembered a unique attack method of Eastern monks, which was specially recorded in the blood clan literature, the formation! The blood-red pupils shrank, and Count Dracula immediately wanted to leave. The rich literature of the blood clan told him that once the formation of these Eastern monks was formed, the power was not a joke. He didn't want to experience the records in the book personally.

Unfortunately, although Count Dracula saw the opportunity very quickly, Xuan Yi's movements were faster than him. In just a moment, the formation had been completed. Xuan Yi's hands pointed at the center of the formation and shouted "Attack!"

I saw that the place where each small dot fell became a small eye of the wind, and a small whirlwind was rolled up. The small whirlwinds seemed not powerful, but when they began to change their postures, things became less simple.

The small whirlwind erupted from each eye of the wind began to swing, woven into a dense net to surround Count Dracula in the net.

Earl Dracula's face changed, and as soon as he spread his wings, he rose rapidly into the sky. He could not stay in this broken net and grow into the sky. With his wings, he could not fly out?

"Hmph! It's not that simple." With a cold snorkeling, Xuan Yi's hand twitched and tugged. With his gesture, the intertwined wind net enclave rotated, and the strong rotation brought a wind-shaped twist. It was this twist that made the originally straight whirlwind intertwined each other, just blocking the road to escape to the sky.

The rising Count Dracula could not avoid it for a moment and was wiped by a whirlwind. If the totem under his feet had not emitted light to protect him in time, it might have made Count Dracula "red" directly. Since he had successfully escaped this disaster, Count Dracula still burst into cold sweats. Especially when he looked at the totem that became dimmer under his feet, Count Dracula's already pale face became even more ugly.

But it was not over yet. Before Count Dracula stood firm, Xuan Yi suddenly stretched out his hand and made a hug gesture, then gathered his arms in the middle, shouting: "Come!"...

As the tail sound fell, the whirlwinds ejected from the wind's eyes quickly rotated in a way that was separated from common sense, driving the entire wind net. Slowly, the wind rolled up actually formed a ball and began to gradually become smaller. The Count Dracula inside was like a bird in a cage, but the living space of this "bird" became smaller and smaller.

No longer caring about anything else, Count Dracula closed his hands and buckled his fingers, making a prayer look.

The vampire prays? Jian'er feels it new. He has seen those who hold hands together to worship the Bodhisattva, and those who hold the cross to act like a charlatan, but those who make such actions are usually humans or missionaries. This vampire does such actions, which really makes Jian'er feel inconsistent.

But the next move of Count Dracula made Jane even more surprised. His eyes were closed. Could it be that he was really praying?

"§&√&￥∙?x№,№№§..." It was another string of language that I couldn't understand at all, but Jane noticed that the expression of Count Dracula was different from the first time. The chapters that were rising and falling and the red face that were a little different from the vampire made Jian Ming understand that this spell was not simple.

Sure enough, as the spell of Count Dracula sounded, the totem under his feet emitted a strong light again, and the dimness that appeared before seemed to be an illusion.

As the spell approached the shooting, Count Dracula made an action that shocked Jian'er. He actually made his claws while opening his eyes and drew a deep blood mark on his chest, and dark blood flowed out. Why did this person suddenly become self-harm again?

Count Dracula wiped his hands on his chest, then pressed his palms stained with blood on the totem on the ground. The totem that had already returned to its previous color was like a stimulant injection, and suddenly became extremely bright.

"Open!" A loud shout came from the mouth of Count Dracula.

"Hello!" This is Xuan Yi's voice.
Chapter completed!