Chapter 167

Like a marionette, Rick's hand holding the alchemy bomb rotated 360 degrees. In the heartbreaking sound of bones and joints, the black bomb fell powerlessly from his hand, floated slowly in the air, and finally landed in a white palm.

The owner of the palm appeared out of the darkness, and with her came the twisted nuns: "Hey, tough guy, I hope you like it."

With sister Selin's words, Rick was thrown by an invisible hand to the other side of the passage, and then the black alchemy bomb was thrown in the past! The sharp eyed boss, before the explosion, saw a ray of sunlight suddenly appear in the tunnel, and then in the roar of the explosion, everything is covered with smoke.

"Well, you're just like ghosts that can't be thrown away!" Misar sighed and waved, and cleared the dust from the tunnel.

Right in front of Rick, the demon hunter stood in the sun with a pale gold shield and resisted all the damage from the alchemy bomb like a God coming down to earth!

"That's what I want to say to you guys." The demon hunter stood up straight and moved his wrist: "I've been tired of aesthetics when dealing with you recently."

In the second half of the journey, the demon hunter pursues all the way with his enhanced sense of smell. With the gift of the enemy of chaos, he is sure that the enemy is at his feet!

He did not hesitate to insert his sword into the ground. The underground space of the whole lower urban area has been scattered by those tentacles. He felt that his hands were empty, just like a pierced sewer. A disgusting smell even more disgusting than the naqol believers floated out of the ground.

Xu Yichen forced to draw a circle on the ground, stomped heavily, and the whole person fell into the underground passage with the soil layer.

With the magic hunter's [dim light vision] talent, he found the black object thrown by people for the first time. For a moment, he was a little stunned. He only had a sentence in his mind: "fire in the hole!"

the trained body would subconsciously jump out to the side, but the rational brain was convincing himself: "this is a game, I am a demon hunter I am a man with shield

As the palm of the hand opens, the Kunen seal expands outward centered around the demon hunter himself. With the super dynamic vision brought by low light level vision and high inspiration, he clearly saw that the black rod-shaped object was divided into two parts in the explosion. There was no steel ball to strengthen the killing power, but a red flame burst out from it!

The earth, which was excited by the energy impact, crackled the stones out of the shield, and the air around it was heated and expanded, pushing the demon hunter back nearly half a meter.

Although it is not satisfactory, the demon hunters who have resisted a wave of hard work still think that this device is promising and not powerful enough, but it is mainly limited by the times.

As the smoke dissipated, on both sides of boss pork and Marx stood a demon hunter and a sister of color, misar. There was no communication between the two sides. As mortal enemies, they both saw disgust and killing in each other's eyes.

"Ha ha ha, I didn't expect that in this city, the famous demon hunters are cooperating with those little hearts." Sister Mishal covered her mouth as if she were a lady and said with a sharp smile, "you are going to die out, mutants. How come a little one?"

As one of the first nuns to disembark, misar knew nothing about what happened on the scarlet shroud.

"I didn't expect that the nuns, who had always flaunted their loyalty, had turned out to be a great traitor." "I have to say that the aesthetic of this suit is a disaster. The taste of nuns is bad enough, but I didn't expect you could go further!"

Sister Mishal's face changed, but how could a demon hunter's muzzle be single shot?

"How do you choose people now?" Xu Yichen used her spare hand to hook his finger in the direction of boss pork and Marx: "the previous group of people who believed in scale were still amazing in their bones, and they were not artificial."

"Then look at you, tut, half covered clothes and heavily made-up facial features. In a word, who are you mixing with in chaos?" The demon hunter moved slowly, and the nun's vision was slightly deviated: "is chaos the birth of the fifth evil god, it is not called ugly Lord, Funny King or something..."

As a believer of the prince of darkness, a worshiper of lust and a favorite of saris, mishar can not tolerate others' aesthetic devaluation of himself! This well-designed shape has taken Mizar nearly five years! Since she saw clearly the hypocrisy of the Witch King and found the real worthy master, she has been preparing for this matter in silence!

Take a look at the carefully cut breastplate, still holding the temptation of Pipa half cover, a little bit white and greasy, revealing a touch of provocation; the carefully combed hair is tied into two horsetails, decorated with red and blue respectively, which is somewhat playful; the bold design of high split skirt armor shows the maturity of the elder sister's style, coupled with the finishing tattoo, combined with the worship of my Lord And the shame of those poor sorcerers, perfect!"It's art! No one can deny its beauty! " Mother misar rushed over like a madman, hardly affected by gravity. Behind her, nuns who could not see human figures were flocking to her!

At this time, boss Boke has been dragging the incapacitated Marx crawling all the way to Xu Yichen two meters in front of him.

The long sword of the demon hunter crossed his hand, and the bright red blood flowed from his palm and sprinkled on Marx's wound, just like cold water dripping into hot oil. The wound was boiling and the gray gas was discharged from the wound.

With the wounded palm of the demon hunter raised, alder Fayin, who had been ready for a long time, with his own blood, broke out in this narrow tunnel with the greatest power!

The fallen nuns who launched the charge seemed to have been hit by a truck and flew backward. Many of them were splashed with blood and rolled on the ground painfully for several times without any movement.

With one blow, the ranks of the fallen nuns were broken, and the only one standing was sister misar. At this time, her arms folded in front of her, and two gullies were drawn on the ground under her feet. The skin on her forearm was corroded by the blood of the demon hunter.

With a sick smile, Mishal licked the sulfuric acid blood on his arm with his forked tongue: "that's the feeling!"

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