Martial Doctor Supreme

Chapter 274 One person suppresses a group

"Be careful, this guy is really hard to deal with!"

Andre reminded again, the blood family members present, except for Count Dracula, was the only one left.

Although the silver needle on his body was pulled out, he has not fully recovered.

A group of vampires rushing towards Yang Mu didn't take his warning seriously at all. They regarded Yang Mu as their prey, and the vampire who rushed to the front was the vampire who just called Andre useless.

With a grin on his face, he moved like a thunderbolt, his palms like animal claws, grabbed Yang Mu's shoulders, not his chest.

Just because he wanted to keep Yang Mu in captivity as a blood slave, he wanted to keep Yang Mu alive.

Seeing that the other party dared to keep his hand, Yang Mu's mouth evoked a cold smile, his wrist flicked, and several cold lights flew out, which was difficult to detect in the night.

The flesh of these blood races is extremely powerful, and when facing ordinary people, it can be said that they are completely invulnerable, but at this moment, the skin is easily penetrated by silver needles.

puff! puff! puff--

With the screams, a group of blood clans who were rushing towards Yang Mu, like the geese that were shot down, all fell to the ground.

The silver needles used by Yang Mu are just the most common ones.

But with his strength and skills, he can kill people by picking flowers and twisting leaves, and the power of the silver needles shot with all his strength is far from being comparable to ordinary bullets.

"It hurts! It hurts!"

Several members of the blood clan, clutching their chests, gritted their teeth and tried to stand up, but soon fell to the ground again, screaming in pain.

It stands to reason that such a small silver needle pierced into the body would not cause them much harm, but at this moment, the piercing pain spread to the whole body, even if they were very comparable, it was unbearable.

Just when Count Dracula was in shock, he saw a few cold lights flying out of Yang Mu's hands, and this time the target was him.

His eyes were cold, and he instantly took out a short knife from his arms.

With the sound of "ding ding ding", several silver needles were all blocked and fell to the ground.

Yang Mu was not surprised by this.

After all, it is not difficult to block the silver needle. If the guys who rushed towards you just now, don't take it lightly, they may not be hit.

He went down the mountain and rushed towards Count Dracula in an instant.

Andre cursed inwardly. He had already reminded him that these idiots were still so self-righteous.

He hurriedly reminded: "Hurry up and pull out the silver needle on your body, and then deal with this guy with the Count.

If the Count loses, he will never let any of us go! "

Those blood clan members who were still screaming in pain quickly pulled out the silver needles on their chests. Sure enough, they felt the pain faded like a tide.

After they got up, their expressions became more fearful and cautious, and they chased after Yang Mu, but they couldn't keep up with Yang Mu's speed.

Yang Mu walked like a tiger, and in an instant, he was in front of Count Dracula, and pointed like a sword, stabbing Count Dracula in the throat.

Count Dracula already understood that it was inevitable that Andre was planted in the hands of this kid, let alone Andre, even if he faced him, a pressure surged in his heart.

"He is an ancient Chinese martial artist, that's for sure.

Huaxia's innate ancient warriors, as far as I know, are divided into fourth-grade, fifth-grade, sixth-grade, he looks less than 25 years old, and he is a fifth-grade, and my strength is comparable to Huaxia's fourth-grade congenital .

He will not be my opponent! Count Dracula thought in his mind, whether to avoid the battle for the time being, or to decide the outcome with the opponent. In a moment, choose the latter. In his opinion, it is absolutely not difficult for him to outperform the opponent.

Swish!

Seeing Yang Mu stab with his fingers like swords, he snorted coldly, and the short knife in his hand met Yang Mu's fingers.

However, just when the short knife was about to touch Yang Mu's fingers, Yang Mu's hand was like a big snake without bones, wrapped around his arm in an instant, and still stabbed at his throat.

Count Dracula was startled, his wings twitched behind his back, bursting out with astonishing speed, and he moved a few meters away to avoid Yang Mu's blow.

"Hey, I thought that if this thing can't make you fly, it's just a decoration at most.

Can it be used to increase the burst speed of an instant? "

Yang Mu looked at each other's wings with surprise.

When he spoke, his feet did not stop at all, as if there was a rope tied between him and Count Dracula.

As Count Dracula moved out, he chased after him.

"Huaxia's ancient martial arts footwork?"

Count Dracula was jealous. In terms of physical quality, he was confident that he was stronger than those ancient Chinese warriors, but in terms of skills, he had to admit that he couldn't compare with others.

As Count Dracula and Yang Mu moved their positions, the blood races who originally rushed towards Lin Chen could only change their direction. They were like children running behind adults. Chase behind.

There was pain in the wrist, and immediately the whole arm holding the short knife felt a little numb. Count Dracula was startled, looked down, and found that his right wrist, I do not know when, had a silver stick inserted in it. Needle.

Obviously, his attention just now was on Yang Mu's right hand, and the silver needle was most likely issued by Yang Mu's left hand.

He hurriedly used his left hand to pull out the silver needle, when there was a cracking sound in front of him, and Yang Mu slapped him in the head.

Count Dracula could only give up and pull out the silver needle, clenched his left hand, punched it out, and collided with Yang Mu's palm.

With a loud bang, he flew out backwards, Yang Mu chased after the victory, and slapped him in the chest again.

"Impossible! How can you ancient warriors in China be better than me in terms of physical strength?"

Count Dracula screamed, as if he had discovered the most incredible thing in the world.

"Who told you that I am an ancient warrior?"

Yang Mu sneered.

"Not an ancient warrior?"

Count Dracula was furious in his heart. Chinese culture has a long history, and there are indeed some mysterious fields, such as Gu technique, curse killing technique, etc., but this kind of physical fighting style, apart from ancient warriors, should have no other system.

Yang Mu wasn't this guy's teacher, so he wasn't interested in answering his questions. He slapped Count Dracula on the chest with a bang, like a dull thunder!

Count Dracula fell to the ground, his chest sunken, his bones pierced and his flesh pierced. His condition was extremely miserable. No matter how strong his vitality was, he was already unable to move when he was lying on the ground.

Yang Mu ignored him, turned and walked towards the remaining few blood clans.

However, just after taking a few steps, there was an astonishing sound of breaking the air behind him. He turned his head and saw that the blood-soaked Count Dracula, like a madman, was rushing towards him again.

"what's the situation?"

Yang Mu was taken aback, even if the life force of the blood clan is far stronger than ordinary people, with the other party's injury, it is absolutely difficult to move.

This is totally unreasonable!

He carefully observed the situation of the other party, and soon, he found something wrong.