God-level Demon Hunter

This is a pure swordsmanship duel.

Two consecutive sharp collisions that tore the eardrums erupted!

The wolf and the cat besieged this arrogant human being from left to right.

Leo Bonnet did not advance or retreat against the slashing sword blade, but jumped forward, passing through the gap of the pincer attack with a few millimeters of speed, and jumped behind the two of them, allowing the blade to scratch his close-fitting skin First.

turn around.

Unparalleled swiftness and two swords in succession.

The sword light danced in the flames, like stars being hidden by the sun.

The first sword sliced ​​through the cat eagle's shoulder.

The second sword pierced Escal's left rib.

Blood spattered.

The two demon hunters snorted, but did not hesitate.

One turned around, and the steel sword slashed at the back of his neck from top to bottom, while the other bent his knees and squatted, and the tip of the sword stabbed at his heart.

The blade ripped through the air with a hissing roar.

Bonnet rogue rolled back, out of the way of both blades.

Before the two stepped forward to attack, they launched a counterattack. The long sword slashed and slashed, shaking left and right.

The three long swords collided continuously, and the sparks burst out like quicksilver!

More eye-catching than the raging flames in the forest!

……

Sciroo in the crowd pierced through a leaping wild cat with a sword, pinning it in mid-air.

But he was sweating profusely, and he was not happy.

Flames and ice raged around, and my compatriots wailed again and again.

In less than 5 minutes, more than half of the two hundred soldiers were lost, and they were still decreasing at an alarming rate.

Blood and corpses completely stained the nearby woodland red.

In addition to the two mages, a cunning griffin, and a druid joined the battlefield. He cast lightning from his palm and turned people into coke, and the hurricane blew people into the sky, breaking their arms and thighs.

However, the endless crowd of beasts kept them out, making it difficult to get close to the three spellcasters.

Most of the arrows and anti-magic bombs were dodged by them relying on the advantage of the terrain.

A few scattered arrows could not even break through their magical shields.

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up in Schirrup's heart.

I'm afraid this trip will disappoint Master Wei Ge's expectations.

A few fellow witchers are so invincible.

Then Nuocheng, what kind of scene is that group of demon hunters?

Scirrut looked desperately at the undisturbed open space.

The three groups of figures collided violently like sparks hitting the earth at an appalling speed, and suddenly separated.

Their physical fitness far exceeds that of ordinary people, and their swordsmanship is at its peak.

The half-elf couldn't capture the specific moves at all - block, parry, dodge, counterattack...

I only saw that every time there was a handover, a lot of sweat and blood spilled on the ground, shining like bloody fireworks.

……

"boom!"

During the 30-second stalemate, an unusually high-pitched sound of sharp blade slashing fell.

The two demon hunters were completely separated from the bounty hunters.

Leo Bonnet arched his back, his two-handed long sword supported his precarious body like a cane, and there were piercing wounds under the broken leather armor.

He looked embarrassed, his catfish-like white beard was stained with blood, his bloodshot eyes stared at the other side, but there was a carefree smile on his lips.

Escal, who was covered in blood, snorted.

Kneeling forward suddenly.

The cold wind blows through the forest.

The intact skin around the demon hunter's neck, like a zipper being pulled open, suddenly revealed a huge gap.

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

He fell face to face.

All strength, life, and blood were lost.

A bizarre scene flashed before his eyes.

Past lives keep flashing back.

Orphan life... Cruel mutation experiment... Brother wolf comrades... Long life, boring, exciting, deadly commission... Brotherhood of witchers... Night Demon Pasia...

Bros.

children.

Pacia.

Sorry, I missed my appointment.

The pupils of the scar-faced man dilated, and his consciousness began to dissipate rapidly.

"Boom!"

The cat vulture, who had several bloody mouths all over its body, spat out a cork and grunted.

The swallow swallowed the potion.

He immediately supported Escal's body.

Blood had completely soaked his chest.

Breathing and heartbeat began to fail rapidly.

"You're in luck, man."

Without thinking about it, he took out a treasure that he had treasured for a long time from his bosom. He planned to leave it to Karl to survive the grass trial, but the kid was lucky and didn't use it, so he kept it.

……

"Haha! It's been a long time since I've had such a good time. Demon hunter, an excellent opponent, two people get together, and the excitement is doubled!"

"Haha! This dance is so much fun!"

Leo Bonnet laughed loudly, suddenly grabbed the three badges around his neck, pulled them hard, and threw them in the palm of his hand, "Next! Rewards for you!"

His cold, hoarse voice was gradually buried by the sound of fighting in the flames, getting lower and lower.

The smile on his face did not change.

"I've been looking forward to such a day. It's better to die in battle than to die in a woman's belly, die of alcohol and disease, die in the disgusting mud, and be swallowed by slimy earthworms." He looked at the gradually cold Ace Carl,

"Today, I finally got my wish."

"But it's not a loss if you exchange one. The scar-faced man... we have an appointment..." He looked at Eskar who fell to the ground, his eyes were full of fighting desire, "Come on from below! With you by my side, I will never It will be lonely and boring.”

"I will die... I will die without regret."

Talking.

The smile on Leo Bonnet's face was stiff and his pupils were dilated.

He just stood there with his sword and lost his breath.

There was a huge gap at the back of the waist, with bones visible deep, and the falling blood dyed the grass on the ground into roses.

"Leo Bonnet, you are a terrible opponent, the most powerful mortal I have ever fought in my life." Owl's gray-green eyes flashed in admiration, shaking his head, the small and exquisite acorn in his hand was stuffed into Escal In the mouth, "But you made a huge mistake, not one for one, zero for one!"

"Gollum!"

The Forgotten Acorn slid down the throat and into the stomach, and an extremely strong life force overflowed Eskar's body in an instant.

Forming a thin film with emerald green light.

Wrap his wounds tightly.

Escal seemed to drink a panacea.

The terrifying bloody mouth between the necks healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, he shed his old, wrinkled dead skin like a snake sloughing off his body.

A layer of new skin that is as white and tender as tofu and as smooth as silk is revealed.

Even the hideous scar on his face disappeared.

The breath of life returns.

He widened his amber vertical pupils, the eyes were as bright as the sun!

……

boom!

The flames exploded and dizzy.

The half-elf Skirru's tall and strong body soared into the air uncontrollably, engulfing him like a wave of scorching heat and severe pain.

The weakness from the inside out wrapped his soul like a cocoon.

Sounds, smells, light left him in an instant.

The passing life took away his ideals, ambitions, and rhetoric at the same time.

Close your eyes for the last scene.

He saw that war-god-like man, Leo Bonnet, losing his breath.

I lost.

A crushing defeat!

Lord Vigfortz.

A final thought flashed through his mind.

Avenge us!

revenge!

Chapter 41 begins

In the temple square, the battle was coming to an end.

The huge ice giant is like a giant embankment on the sea, blocking the hundreds of temple guards coming in like a tide. The guards charged forward desperately, slashing, stabbing, throwing kerosene, and drawing bows with their weapons. lead arrows.

Even if every attack can only scratch its ice blue horny skin.

But too many ants can kill an elephant.

Unknowingly, the giant was covered in cuts and bruises, panting heavily, and his ruby ​​eyes dimmed.

Oak sticks have long been broken into several pieces by countless collisions.

It grabbed the stake that was used to bind the doppelganger before, and danced into a whirlwind of death. There were terrifying loud noises in the air, and anyone who stepped within five meters of it, even if it rode a horse, charged The heavy armored knight was crushed into meatloaf by absolute power in an instant.

Blood flowed in the Temple Square.

……

The Giants took cover in the rear, absorbing most of the fire.

The team of demon hunters waved the pure white sword light that filled the sky, and advanced quickly with the sound of slashing.

Enemies standing in front of him fell like flakes of wheat that had been cut down.