The plague god messenger who lost his wings could not continue to maintain his qualities and fell from the air like a huge rock.

The demon hunter avoided the other party's huge palms, maintained his balance, and landed on the ground with the monsters.

[Elegant Tearer] With the descending gravity, it pierced deeply into the head of the messenger of the Plague God, just in the middle of the two horns.

Xu Yichen stabbed all the sword blades into the body of the messenger of the Plague God, leaving only the hilt exposed.

This is also the fourth sword of the Demon Hunter.

"Good luck to you fat guy!" After saying that, Xu Yichen rolled forward and fell to the ground, leaving only his weapon on the monster's head.

"Oh, I don't feel that good." The messenger of the Plague God had only had time to roll his eyes-

"Bang!" The flesh and blood exploded!

The head of the messenger of the plague god and the part above the collarbone were blown into pieces.

The explosion from the inside out is like a grenade being stuffed into a person's mouth and then detonated.

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

Xu Yichen, who was facing away from the explosion scene, reached out and grabbed the [Elegant Tearer] in the air. He was holding the [Elegant Tearer] who flew in his hand. He turned his wrist and shook the flesh and blood left on it and took it back to the scabbard.

The messenger of the plague god who had lost one third of his body slowly fell to the ground, with yellow blood and internal organs flowing out along his chest, and a huge sickle was abandoned at hand.

The two fat palms were grabbing back and forth in their body, as if they were determining which part they had lost.

As a member of the Nurgur Demon Army, it is indeed difficult to kill the plague messenger.

However, demon hunters always do this kind of work, and they are very experienced.

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

Xu Yichen took the [Elegant Tearer] who had already been sheathed and strode to the place where the messenger of the Plague God fell.

The huge monster's remaining body trembled and twitched, and most of its flesh was torn apart, revealing the muscles and huge skeleton inside.

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, Drago had encountered such a difficult monster to kill before being trapped in the sub-space.

It was a much stronger enemy than the one in front of him, and in the memory of the Grey Knight, full of hostility, contempt and indescribable anger towards Him.

The anger was so great that the enemy in memory was twisted and unrecognizable.

The highest tutor of the Grey Knight cannot completely destroy the other party in his world, but he left him a very profound mark.

He engraved a sacred name on the other party's decayed heart, and even if he was reborn again, his enemies would feel the grey knight's anger in every heartbeat with this humiliation.

The Demon Hunter thinks that is a good idea.

Since you have come to my world, just take some local specialties back.

With one kick, Xu Yichen stood on the other party's fat belly, which was waving his arm around the air.

The touch came from the feet, as disgusting as if wearing rain boots and wearing mud.

That's the fat of the demon.

More pus squeezed out of the wound as the demon hunter moves.

"Fatty, you are blessed." Xu Yichen held the long sword in his hands and stabbed the sword in the chest of the messenger of the Plague God.

【Iron and Blood, Kill】!

Accompanied by the Demon Hunter's own blood, the blade of the sword cuts through the skin and muscles of the messenger of the Plague God.

The demon hunter spent a little time to clean up the toxic blood and fat. Soon, he saw the heart of the messenger of the plague god beating in his severely damaged chest at a terrible rhythm.

"What is he doing?" Alix asked the witch beside him in a low voice. He felt that the player of the New China was exuding a terrifying aura.

He once met a hungry lion in the nature reserve in Afilica, and he felt that he was now so imposing.

"He is establishing his authority and giving the fat man a lifelong lesson." The silver-haired witch frowned and pressed her temples with her fingers.

The sequelae of the uninterrupted use of psychic spells is squeezing her brain, and the extremely active psychic environment around her further aggravated this symptom.

Maybe, I need a little blood from the Demon Hunter to calm down.

The freshest one.

Xu Yichen inserted his sword into the plague god messenger, freed up his hands to hold the other party's ribs tightly, and the silver flames randomly attached to the evil bones.

Under the combined action of flames and power, the plague messenger's ribs surrendered. In the sound of acne-inciduous bone fracture, the demon hunter forced open the ribs responsible for protecting the chest cavity.

He pulled the broken ribs to the sides.

The demon's dirty heart was as big as a basketball, and was beating tremblingly under the gaze of the demon hunter.

Xu Yichen grinned.

He had never tried this kind of flower job before.

No one of the enemies he encountered before had such strong vitality.

The demon hunter pulled out the [Elegant Tearer] inserted on the side and carefully approached the sword tip towards the other party's heart.

The huge and stinking heart contracted itself in vain, avoiding the undeniable kiss of Valyrian steel sword.

But the sharp blade still drew the first stroke on it.

The Grey Knight believes that there is power in his name.

In the memory he passed on to the Demon Hunter, this method really worked.

But that's not in this world.

But for the demon hunter, even if it has no effect, this is a very interesting thing.

Full of artistic nature.

Black blood flowed out from the wound on the heart, and Xu Yichen washed his dirty heart with the elves' moon spring water to prevent the other party from destroying his creations.

The tip of the sword is his iron pen, and the second stroke also falls.

Then there is the third one.

The Demon Hunter patiently waited for the end of the special effect time on the weapon called [Flesh and Blood Tearer].

He didn't want this heart to be liberated in an explosion, just like he never let go of every chaotic demon who came to make trouble.

He will use practical actions to tell every chaotic demon he encounters what kind of profession is the demon hunter.

He would use all his time to cut off every tentacle that Chaos stretched to his world, and then engrave his name on it as a memorial.

Just like what he is doing.

"My name is Xu Yichen."

"I'm the Demon Hunter."

He planned to engrave this sentence in Chinese on the other party's heart. Maybe his name doesn't have much power yet, but sooner or later, they will be afraid of the name.
Chapter completed!