God-level Demon Hunter

"Hide faster, demon hunter, once the heat is over, the taste will not be so crisp, tender and juicy!" Fergas grinned grinningly, covering the gap in his neck, and threw another fireball at the demon hunter.

"as you wish!"

Roy jumped up and narrowly saved the other half of his hair. Then he changed tactics and began to circle around Fergas quickly, attacking the demon's lower limbs with the tip of his sword.

It looks like a nimble mouse provoking a fat orange cat.

The demon's reaction speed was several beats slower than that of the demon hunter. After turning around awkwardly for half a circle, he still couldn't catch the demon hunter's figure, and there were a few bloody holes on his ankle.

It simply stayed still, its chubby body jumped high, and when it landed, it brought a strong air shock wave, shaking the demon hunter again and losing his balance.Immediately, it opened its bloody mouth again, spraying out an orange-red cone-shaped flame.

Roy couldn't dodge in time, and the back of his left hand was licked by the tongue of fire. The smell of burnt flesh permeated the air. A row of ugly red swellings and blisters appeared on the back of his hand. The poison poured in, and he immediately became numb, and his flexibility was greatly reduced.

But he also grasped a flaw. During the process of breathing out flames, Forgas' body couldn't move at all, and he was simply a living target.

Enduring the burning pain, Roy outlined a light blue inverted triangular Axis sign with his five fingers, which was reflected in Forgas' pupils. The latter lost his mind for an instant and froze in place!

"Shua, Shua, Shua——" The sword light flickered, and the dark lake girl's sword struck three times in an instant. The first sword cut Fergas' red eyes from left to right, blinding his eyes.

The second sword cut a thin and deep gash in its neck, and blood spattered the witcher's head and face.

The third sword, slashing with all its strength, cut open the devil's belly, exposing the steaming internal organs.

After the three sword strikes, Roy was exhausted, and Fergas, who had escaped the effect of the seal, punched him in the liver in a rage, the yellow light shattered, and the demon hunter was knocked away like a rag doll.

The demon still wants to chase and crush the enemy into minced meat before the blood flows out. Unfortunately, only darkness remains in its eyes, and it is blind. It doesn't have the excellent sense of smell of a hound or the keen sense of hearing of a bat, so it can't find the demon hunter at all. Location.

Moreover, it felt that the heat in its body began to lose rapidly, absorbing all the energy along the way, and an unprecedented panic emerged from its heart.

"Impossible! The great Mr. Forgas will never be knocked down by a weak ant!" It roared frantically, turning its bloody eyes left and right, covering the gap in its neck with one big hand, and covering it with the other Intestines pouring out of the belly.

"Insidious Demon Hunter... Huh..." It gasped heavily, "... Huh... Get out!"

"Coward, dirty rat! Come on, keep fighting!" Its figure became more and more rickety, its steps faltered, and it trembled three times with each step, leaving a bloody and smoky path under its feet.

However, the wounds all over his body are slowly stopping bleeding and healing!

Roy held down the hilt of the Sword of the Lake Lady, propped himself up from the ground with difficulty, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"activation!"

Coolness brushed over the burns on his body recklessly, and the life and magic power that entered the red line increased a bit.

He restrained his breathing, folded his five fingers together, and grabbed the hand crossbow.

"Whoosh—" The arrow whizzed, and the dark red blade pierced out of the void, piercing the demon hunter's throat with his outstretched body and outstretched arms.

Dirty blood splashed, exuding a strong sulfur smell, burning the ground with green smoke.

Roy rolled on the ground short, avoiding the whirlwind swinging arms of the big man.

Go around behind it.

Bend your knees and squat halfway, outline with five fingers, and push forward.

"boom--"

The air exploded, and Alder's seal hit his broad, mountainous back.

Caught off guard, the demon instantly lost his balance, staggered forward, and with a "plop", the ground shook violently, dust flew up, and his bloated body fell to the ground head-on.

The astonishing weight and huge inertia caused the Arondite on its throat to cut off the cervical spine in one fell swoop.

It tilted its head, twitched its hands and feet, and was paralyzed to the ground!

And the demon hunter clasped his toes on the ground, like a big cat preying, suddenly jumped up!

"Shh-"

Under the sun, a dazzling cold light flashed across the air, and Gu Weisier was as fast as lightning, following the falling body of the witcher, he slashed from top to bottom!

"Kill Fergas, experience +200! Demon Hunter Lv6 (3380/3500)"

The skull rolled away, and the body surrounded by sulfur fell into dead silence!

Chapter 15 Knockback

Roy sat slumped on the ground, panting heavily, the black blood vessels on his face twisted like an earthworm, he gritted his teeth, his whole body was in unbearable pain as if falling apart, especially the liver that was punched by Forgas.

the reality is cruel.

The furious punch of the demon Fergas directly hit his health to 20.00%, and a striking serious injury appeared under the status bar.If it wasn't for that "activation", he might not be able to get up.

"Forgas is probably a retired demon boxer."

The demon hunter spat out blood again, and his physical condition became extremely bad, as if every cell and every bone was crying in pain, especially the right side of the chest and abdomen close to the liver, where the broken ribs were sunken downwards. Waves of stinging pain spread from the nearby area to the ends of the fingers and toes, which reminded him of the bitter days of the grass trial.

Shrouded in severe pain, Roy bowed like a boiled river prawn, twitching non-stop, and dripping with cold sweat in the blink of an eye.

Perhaps it was the extreme pain, but soon, under the dazzling sunlight, the demon hunter, who was barely supporting his body, became dazed, his pupils dilated faintly, his figure was on the verge of falling, and a bewitching voice rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Sleep... sleep..."

"So tired... so sleepy..." The witcher began to ring in his ears, and the images in his eyes overlapped, and he would fall into a deep sleep if he didn't pay attention!

He shook his head and muttered to himself vaguely, "No...can't sleep...Lesso, Oaks...need help!"

Roy bit the tip of his tongue hard, and as the salty blood poured into his mouth, he suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes wide and regained his energy. Suddenly, a familiar, brown head approached his eyes .

"Wilter... Didn't he let you run away, why did you come back?"

The brown horse's sticky, warm tongue licked the witcher's cheek, then bent his neck and fell to his knees.

"Brave and considerate boy..." Roy struggled to grab its neck and got on the horse.

The boy Karl was also sitting on horseback, and Golfin the Black Cat was sitting behind him, all of them looked at him with concern.

"Roy, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't worry...you can't die!" Roy said weakly while lying on the horse's back. The next second, Gorfin Black Cat jumped over and licked the burned right hand of the witcher.

The cool saliva slightly eased the witcher's pain, and he immediately took out the potion of calendula and potion of energy from the space.

Swallowing it all at once made me feel a lot more comfortable.

In fact, this is the most suitable time to get a swallow to speed up the healing of the injury. Unfortunately, the demon hunter has already drank the potions of Thunder and Pai Cui before. With his current physique, he cannot use the third potion in a short time, otherwise Harm is more significant than curative effect.

"Wilter, go that way..." The demon hunter patted the horse's neck, looked at the intertwined figures in the distance, "find a cover, and don't get too close for the old witch to spot."

On the other side of the battlefield, the battle between the four demon hunters and the lady in the forest has reached a fever pitch——

Unknowingly, a huge black metal stirring spoon was added to the hands of the cooking woman who had lifted the forbidden state. She used the stirring spoon as a heavy weapon such as a two-handed hammer or a battle axe.

Hold the handle of the spoon tightly with both hands, and use the right foot as the center of gravity to rotate the huge and bloated body like a discus thrower.

With huge inertia and strength, the metal spoon over two meters swept across the air like lightning, drawing a graceful elliptical arc.

The air howled, grass clippings and dust flew up, and everything within the ellipse turned into a dead silent area of ​​destruction.

Just by peeking from a distance, Roy can feel the huge destructive power contained in Zhupo's series of attacks, and no one will parry head-on!

Let alone flesh and blood, even steel will be crushed.

She was fighting against two demon hunters, the Oakes brothers, the elite of the Snake faction, experienced hunters. During their decades of career, the two had hunted and killed pterosaurs, griffins, and countless other giant monsters .

With tacit cooperation and rich experience, he can deal with the cooking woman without losing the wind.

Their extraordinary acuity allowed them to dance gracefully on the edge of the "death whirlwind" wielded by Zhupo, dodging and moving.

Most of the time, they wait patiently on the sidelines and don't rush into it.

No matter how strong the offense is, there will be a decline.

Wielding the giant metal spoon is quite a physically demanding job, and the cooking woman will stop to catch her breath every two to three rotations.

The Oaks Brothers took the opportunity to attack!

They moved lightly and swiftly, and with the flick of their wrists, the blades smeared with sword oil and poison danced flexibly.

Like two vipers circling around their bodies, if they don't move, they bite Zhupo's body at an astonishing speed, inject the venom, and immediately let go of their mouths to retreat, dodging Zhupo's slow counterattack, and then change directions around her, Go on the offensive.

They are not slow or fast, and they advance and retreat with evidence, waiting for the venom in Zhupo's body to accumulate to a certain point.

The cooking lady has already been bruised and bruised, her strength has weakened, the fabric that she wears next to her body has been cut in tatters by the sword blade, revealing a disgusting fat body, and a hole in the helmet like a fish basket is also torn, and there is a single eye that is as black as ink and looks like a tumor .

"Huh...huh..." Zhuo Po took a deep breath, swiped the giant spoon again and swept the witcher away, and then there was a reddish-brown glass jar in her palm.

She bit off the cork and was about to drink up the decoction in the bottle.

Unexpectedly, a crossbow arrow shot from a distance, penetrated the medicine pot, scattered the soup all over the ground, and leaked a pale eyeball that was swollen with soaking.

"Who dares to spoil my good deed?!" Cooking Po was furious, but the Oakes brothers waved a poisonous snake silver sword and surrounded them like tarsal maggots.

In the distance, Roy, who was lying on his horse, lowered his hand crossbow, and then gasped in pain.

The ability of cooking woman is closely related to her name. She controls a large iron pot in Bald Mountain, and is good at boiling the sacrifices offered by the villagers into soup, especially stew soup.

The stew soup medicine cooked by her has all kinds of incredible effects, and Roy will naturally not let her succeed.

Without the support of soup and medicine, Zhupo became weaker and weaker.

The balance of victory quickly tilted towards the Oaks Brothers.

Not far behind them, the battle between Phlius and the Whispering Woman was another scene.

Fulius's swordsmanship adheres to Maopai's consistent precision and fierceness. The tip of the sword locks on the vital points of Neeping Po's body and circles around her. The movement is so fast that it leaves an afterimage in the air, as if the sword is drawn from several directions at the same time in an instant. .

Whispering Po is not as thick-skinned as Cooking Po, and possesses powerful melee combat abilities. Her abilities are very weird. When Flieus made a move, her bloody mouth kept opening and closing, and she let out some weird, nervous whispers.

The whispers are like an invisible palm, slowly depriving and eroding the mind of the demon hunter.

Then there was an extremely strange situation. Several times when the cold light on Phlius' sword was about to hit the whispering woman, it suddenly dissipated, and then he relaxed and froze in place, his eyes were empty, and he fell into a deep confusion and confusion. troubled.

The Whispering Lady shook her body, turned into a puddle of dirty mud and escaped into the ground, and after a breath, she appeared on the side of Fliers, viciously clawing at his waist and abdomen.

When the cat sent the witcher back to his senses from the pain, she fled away.

If it weren't for the protection of Kunen's seal, Phlius would have been gutted and died.

Even so, he was also drenched in blood, seriously injured, and his reaction and speed were weakening.

But Whispering Po was not feeling well either. A thick layer of flesh had been peeled off her arms and calves, which were exposed outside her clothing. The wound was deep enough to reveal the bone. The ugly facial features of goose skin.

Her fingers began to tremble, and she was chanting whispers less frequently than before.

From the point of view of the situation, the two are evenly matched, and the outcome is only a matter of one thought.

The final battle belongs to Lei Suo and Weaver.

Lei Suo held the Snake School steel sword and the silver sword in his left and right hands respectively. His face was stern, his bald head was shiny, and his body was full of muscles. It was like a humanoid meat grinder, constantly charging and slashing!

Pieces of colorful tapestry flew in the air, hovering around the demon hunter like a spinning wheel, blocking his vision and absorbing all his attacks.

Want to wrap him into a cocoon.

As the youngest of the three sisters, Zhipo is neither greedy for meat nor likes to collect small and delicate ears.

She likes to weave tapestries of hair from villagers' tributes, including hair clipped by children during barbering ceremonies.

She has been weaving tapestry all day long, and the tapestry has been infused with magic power and has spirituality, obediently defending her against all enemies like her children.

Zhipo was the only one among the three sisters who was not injured.

She had a sinister smile on her face, her hands seemed to be kneading a ball of yarn, and at the same time, beds of tapestries flew out of her endless pockets.

The explosive power and damage of the tapestry are inferior to the giant spoon of the cooking woman and the claws of the whispering woman, but they are more tenacious. The accumulated inventory accumulated by the weaving woman for hundreds of years is endless.

She planned to boil the frog in warm water and consume the bald man to death.

With the sharp twin swords of the Snake School and the scorching Igni Seal, Lei Suo tried all means, but the frequency of the tapestry's attack could not be slowed down. On the contrary, the large net surrounded by the tapestry was tightened more and more tightly, like a rope entangled in the prey. of Python.

"Damn it!" Lei Suo split the tapestry in half with another sword, and there was faint sweat on his bald head. The situation was not good for him. If his physical strength was exhausted, he would become a fish on the chopping board and be slaughtered.

However, a sudden mournful howl attracted the attention of everyone on the battlefield!

Roy's eyes widened in the bushes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth——the cooking woman who fought against the Oaks brothers had an arm cut off alive, and she was still holding the huge metal spoon in her severed hand.

At the moment when she was wailing, the two brothers stabbed her in the stomach from the left to the right, tilted the blade, and pulled out two hideous cuts.

The smelly and warm intestines fell to the ground, and the cooking woman fell to the ground on her back. Seeing that she was about to die, it was also due to Roy's non-stop sneak attack with cold arrows.

Seeing her second sister was seriously injured and dying, the whispering woman screamed like a crazy night owl.

The continuous strange sound waves swept across the battlefield, and the demon hunter felt as if a steel knife was piercing his ears and mind. He couldn't help showing pain, covering his ears tightly, and his figure was shaking!

Zhipo took the opportunity to manipulate the tapestry to roll up Zhupo's bloated body, her face was uncertain, and she finally sighed.