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The Minotaur ran towards Lin Chuan again. Lin Chuan did not dare to take it head-on this time, and took a few steps back to distance himself from the two girls.

Lin Chuan jumped away after the Minotao punched out, and quickly drew a cross slash with his right hand. The cross slash was almost completely dissolved by the Minotao's fist style.

After the Minotaur swung his right fist, he also swung his left fist. Lin Chuan hid his body and dodged, and behind him he hugged the thick ancient tree and burst out a huge gap. The ancient tree a hundred feet tall was shaking.

Lin Chuan stepped on the ancient tree behind him, passed through the crotch of the Minotaur, and took the opportunity to cut it towards his lower body.

When the two women saw this scene, they couldn't help but cover their eyes and watched Lin Chuan's crotch-cutting feat between their fingers.

With a clang, the ginseng knife seemed to be chopping on the metal and stone. Lin Chuan turned over and couldn't help laughing and crying when he looked at his trouser robe that was opened.

The old bullhead actually made a pair of inner armor for his lower body. The bullhead monster Mu Ran turned around, looked down at the ragged trouser robe, and couldn't help but moo again, and the white mist sprayed out from his nostrils almost covered his bullhead.

"That kid is over. This is Lao Niu's favorite trouser robe..." The King of Flowery Face looked at Lin Chuan with pity.

The Minotaur hugged the ancient tree beside him, and broke it with a little force, directly smashing the ancient tree a hundred feet tall at Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan quickly retreated, turned over and avoided before the ancient tree fell, then stepped on the ancient tree, and pointed the knife at the Minotaur again. The provocative intention in his eyes was self-evident.

"Moo!"

The Minotaur suddenly lifted the ancient tree, Lin Chuan turned over, and the Minotaur swept the ancient tree.

Lin Chuan did not hide or avoid, and slashed at the ancient tree with one knife, and the ancient tree was cut into two pieces by it.

Lin Chuan thought that the ancient tree in the Mirtoon's hand would go with the flow, but to his surprise, he did not expect that the Mirtoon's power was so powerful that it fixed the ancient tree and then pushed towards Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan was unable to close his power and was pushed by five or six feet at one blow, and his mouth and nose were bleeding. Fortunately, his power was not too strong, so the Minotaur was not exchanging power in time.

Just as Lin Chuan was about to get up, a black shadow broke through the air and had to roll and dodge. His body was smashed into a ten-meter-deep pit by the ancient tree. The ancient tree continued to smash down, and Lin Chuan rolled continuously, circled around the miracle.

Rows of deep pits appeared within a radius of ten feet. Just as the deep pits were about to be connected into a circle, the ancient trees were finally overwhelmed and shattered.

Lin Chuan seized the opportunity and rushed towards the Minotaur among the fragments. The Minotaur was obviously dodged, and Lin Chuan was already in front of him when he looked up.

Lin Chuan slashed at the Minotaur's face with a high knife. The Minotaur crossed the two to protect him, and suddenly felt a sensation of itch and pain on his waist and abdomen.

He opened his arms and slapped at Lin Chuan. Lin Chuan jumped and slid back, and a red light appeared on the ginseng knife.

The Minotaur looked down at his waist and abdomen. It turned out that Lin Chuan's knife just now was just a feint attack, and the real target was its waist and abdomen. This knife completely coincided with the previous one, and scraped a blood mark on his cowhide.

The moment the ginseng knife scratched it, it felt the blood flowing uncontrollably to the wound in its waist and abdomen, subconsciously sealing the wound meridians with demonic power, and a hint of surprise appeared in the red bull's eyes.

The flower-faced king naturally noticed the change in the expression of the old bull, and squinted his eyes to the old bull's waist and abdomen. It was just a shallow blood mark. Looking at Lin Chuan's long sword with red light in his hand, he immediately guessed that it was almost impossible to match.

"So that's it... that knife is not simple, it can actually kill blood." The king of the flower-faced brows stretched and licked the corners of his dry mouth.

"Brother, why don't we help the old cow?" asked the bandit beside him.

"I've just gone there, stay there! Before his cow's temper is exhausted, whoever intervenes will suffer!" The King of Flowery Face said angrily.

The bandits around him did not retreat, but instead got closer, and asked with a shy face and a weak voice: "Brother, when will it be able to calm down?"

"It's not too late to do something when there is no white smoke coming out of his nose! Go and go! Don't disturb me to watch the show!" The King of Flowery Face pushed him away.

Lin Chuan's knife calmed down a little, and the mist sprayed out from his nostrils was not as fast as before. There was a little more fear and vigilance in his eyes when he looked at Lin Chuan.

With the help of spiritual power communication, Lin Chuan could sense the tremendous vitality of the demon blood in the ginseng knife, subconsciously absorbed a trace of his body, and the palm seemed to be absorbed by the hilt of the knife to form one, and the blood and energy converted from the demon blood flowed into the palm.

The demon blood is much warmer than human blood. Lin Chuan felt a heat force merge into the blood in his palm, and blue veins bulge on the back of his hand.

Then it was out of control, and the demon blood qi flowed all over his body, his whole body was hot and his face was a little red.

The blood was hit by an ancient tree before and was instantly replenished. Lin Chuan felt his blood was full and his body was full of strength.

The Minotaur looked at Lin Chuan with two cow eyes. It didn't know what Lin Chuan was doing. Why did the long sword turn back to green, but it could sense Lin Chuan's breath, as if it suddenly returned to its peak state when it first met.

It did not see Lin Chuan taking the most commonly used spiritual pulp of human race, and it did not have time to think about anything else because Lin Chuan had already come with a knife.

The Minotaur stretched out his big hand and touched the shell hanging around his neck. A huge bone axe was pulled out by him, and he faced Lin Chuan with an axe.

The swords and axes collided and bounced away, and neither side actually took a step back, and then slashed again. Lin Chuan's Yinli Strike Sword was ineffective against him, so he had to attack the soft skin on his waist and abdomen again.

After suffering losses, the Minotaur naturally did not dare to underestimate the enemy anymore, and also began to dodge and block. One person and one demon came back and forth, and in the blink of an eye, the blink of an eye, and then exchanged eight or nine rounds.

Lin Chuan's blood and energy lasted for only a moment before he began to show fatigue. He held the knife with one hand and changed it to both hands, not daring to take over the giant axe of the Minotaur.

His arms were numb, especially the broken bones of his left arm were vaguely painful, while the Minotaur became more and more courageous as he fought, forcing Lin Chuan to retreat repeatedly.

Lin Chuan raised his knife to cut off the bandage with his broken arm during the crisis, and used his teeth to tear off the bandage of his right hand. The moment the giant axe fell, he stretched out his ghost hand and slapped the Minotaur's waist and abdomen heavily.

With a loud clang, Lin Chuan knelt on both knees by a giant axe, sinking deep into the ground. The long sword came out of his hand and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

The Minotaur was also retracted by Lin Chuan with one palm, but he took three steps back. The Minotaur looked at Lin Chuan with his head hanging down and couldn't help but hold his head up and laugh as if he finally felt relieved.

"Brother Niu! Take care of your belly!" The King of Flowery Face pointed at the Minotaur's waist and abdomen and shouted loudly.

The dull laughter came to an abrupt end. The Minotaur hurriedly looked down and there was no mist in his nose for a moment, and the bloody red bull's eyes were full of fear.

There was a palm print on the waist and abdomen of the Mirtoon. The flesh on the palm print had begun to fester. He had a thick skin and a thick flesh for a moment. He didn't notice it for a while. Now he wanted to use demon power to block the festering momentum, but it was only delayed.

"It's rotten poison! Brother Niu quickly cut off the rotten flesh and flesh! Otherwise, once it reaches the internal organs, it will be powerless to turn the world back!" The King of Flowery Face reminded.

The Minotaur was stunned when he heard this. He glanced at the giant axe in his hand, which was only in the shape of an axe and had no blade. He couldn't help but be so anxious that white mist sprayed out from his nose again.

In desperation, it actually grabbed the ginseng knife and cut it into its waist and abdomen. After finally cutting out a hole, blood poured into the ginseng knife in an instant, and the Minotaur was so scared that he hurriedly threw the long knife away.

The Minotaur stretched out his fingers from the wound, gritted his teeth and tore off the whole piece of rotten flesh, causing it to moo and moo.
Chapter completed!