Chapter 416

The angel of pestilence, who lost his wings, could not continue to maintain his force. He fell from the air like a huge stone.

The demon hunter dodged the opponent's huge palm, kept his balance, and fell to the ground with the monster.

Grace Ripper pierces into the head of the plague Messenger, just in the middle of his horns, by the falling gravity.

Xu Yichen stabbed all the blade into the body of the plague Messenger, leaving only the hilt exposed.

This is also the fourth sword of a demon hunter.

"Good luck, fat boy!" With that, Xu Yichen rolled forward to the ground, leaving only his own weapons on the top of the monster.

"Oh, I don't feel so good." The messenger of pestilence only had time to roll his eyes --

"bang!" Flesh and blood explosion!

The head of the plague Messenger, along with the part above the clavicle, was blown to pieces.

From the inside to the outside, it's like a grenade that's stuck in a person's mouth and then detonated.

The flesh and blood fragments of the messenger of pestilence fell like raindrops, mixing with the debris on the battlefield.

Xu Yichen, with his back to the scene of the explosion, stretched out his hand in the air, and the elegant tearing man, who shot from the scene, held it in his hand. When he turned his wrist, he shook the flesh and blood on it, and took it back to the scabbard.

The plague Messenger, who lost a third of his body, slowly fell to the ground. The yellow blood and viscera flowed out along the chest, and the huge sickle was left at hand.

Two fat palms scratched back and forth in the body, as if to determine which part they had lost.

As a member of the Nagu army, the plague messenger is really hard to kill.

But demon hunters do it all the time, and they're very experienced.

Seeing their master defeated, the remaining plague demons began to flee.

Xu Yichen takes the elegant tearing man, who has already been in the sheath, and strides to the place where the messenger of pestilence has fallen.

The remnant of the giant monster trembled and twitched. Most of its flesh was torn open, revealing its muscles and huge skeleton.

Its internal organs hang in the loose and wrinkled body cavity, dyeing the surrounding ground black.

In Xu Yichen's precious memory from the gray knight, delego had encountered such a hard to kill monster before he was trapped in the subspace.

It was an enemy far more powerful than the enemy in front of him. In the gray Knight's memory, he was full of hostility, contempt and unspeakable anger.

The anger was so great that the memory of the enemy was distorted beyond recognition.

The Supreme Master of grey knight could not destroy each other completely in his world, but he left a very deep mark on him.

He engraved a sacred name on the rotten heart of his opponent. Even if he was reborn again, his enemies would feel the anger of the gray knight in every heartbeat with this humiliation.

The demon hunter thought that was a good way.

Now that you have come to my world, you can go back with some local products.

One kick away pestilence emissary in the air waving arms, Xu Yichen stood on the other side's fat belly.

There was a sense of touch at the foot, which was as disgusting as stepping on the mud in rain shoes.

That's the devil's fat.

More pus was squeezed out of the wound with the hunter's movement.

"Fat boy, you are blessed." Xu Yichen holds the sword upside down in both hands, and the tip of the sword stabs at the chest position of the plague messenger.

Iron and blood, kill it!

With the hunter's own blood, the blade cuts through the skin and muscles of the plague messenger like a layer of rotten leather.

It took a while for the demon hunter to clean up the toxic blood and fat, and soon he saw the heart of the plague messenger beating in a terrible rhythm on his severely damaged chest.

"What is he doing?" Alex whispered to the witches around him, he felt that the new Chinese player exuded a frightening momentum.

He once met a hungry lion in a nature reserve in Africa, which made him feel like he was now.

"He was in Liwei, giving the fat man a lifelong lesson." The silver haired witch frowned and pressed her temples with her fingers.

The sequelae of her constant use of psionic magic is squeezing her brain, which is further exacerbated by the extremely active psychic environment around her.

Maybe, I need a little blood of a demon hunter to calm down.

The freshest one.

Xu Yichen inserted the sword into the body of the God of pestilence, freed two hands and clenched each other's ribs. The silver flame attached to the evil bone at random.

Under the joint action of fire and power, the rib of the plague messenger yielded. In the sound of bone fracture, the demon hunter abruptly broke the rib which was responsible for protecting the chest.

He pulled the broken ribs to both sides.The devil's dirty heart is the size of a basketball, shaking and beating under the gaze of the demon hunter.

Xu Yichen grinned grimly.

He had never tried this before.

None of the enemies he met before had such strong vitality.

The demon hunter pulled out the elegant tearing man, which was inserted on one side, and cautiously approached the other party's heart with the tip of his sword.

The huge, rancid heart shrinks in vain, avoiding the irresistible kiss of valerian's steel sword.

But the sharp blade made the first stroke on it.

The grey Knight believes in power in names.

In the memory he passed on to the demon hunter, this method did work.

But that's not in this world.

But for demon hunters, even if it doesn't work, it's a very interesting thing.

Full of artistry.

The black blood flows from the wound on the heart. Xu Yichen washes the dirty heart with the Moon Spring of the elves to prevent the other party from destroying his own creation.

The tip of the sword was his iron pen, and the second one fell.

And then there was the third.

The hunter waited patiently for the end of the special effect time on the weapon named flesh and blood Ripper.

He didn't want the heart to be liberated in a burst of explosion, just as he never let go of every chaotic evil spirit who came to make trouble.

He will tell every chaotic demon he meets with practical actions, what kind of profession is demon hunter.

He would spend all his time chopping off every tentacle of chaos extending to his world, and then engrave his name on it as a memorial.

Just like what he's doing.

"My name, Xu Yichen."

"I am a demon hunter."

He intends to engrave this sentence in Chinese on each other's heart. Maybe his name doesn't have much power now, but sooner or later, they will fear the name.

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