The violent fist was like an iron hammer, being moved again and again, and then hit Hu Yanli again and again.

I miss the warmth in the car and the peace of mind that the tribesmen are around me. Even on the way to escape, I want to see them all one by one.

Instead of fighting these demons in this cold and roaring night!

These dirty demons who are obviously human, but have begun to drink human blood! Have they forgotten that they have been living as human beings for so many years? Did they not have any relatives, friends or people they like in the process?

When I think of this, I think of Chen Chong. How did this guy leave all this behind?

I let out a cry of mourning. It was clearly the cold rain that hit my face, how could it feel a little warm?

It seems that violence is really not a good thing. It will cause violent emotions in the crazy fight, and then trigger all negative emotions to be eliminated with care. This is very painful, and I can only vent it in this way.

During this period, I have forgotten how many punches I made and how many kicks I had, or that nameless sword is still there. With its sharpness, I really don’t need such effort and strength to deal with Huyanli.

I have forgotten how long has Hu Yanli not fought back? One minute or two minutes? I only remember that the last time he fought back was as soft and weak as a baby's fist.

At some point in the whole woods, only my breathing sound was left. When I looked up, I found that Hu Yanli's eyes in front of me had dissipated, only an empty space was left. Blood flowed across the seven orifices, and it was covered with hair on the face, and no facial features could be seen.

I couldn't hear his breathing. It was so powerful and powerful before, so that there was less inlet and more out of energy.

I'm afraid his last pride is supporting him.

I finally stopped, and at that moment I realized that I was also a little tired.

With a "boom", Hu Yanli fell to the ground, his chest fluctuated violently, and his face was full of relief. It could be seen that my crazy blow had caused an extremely shadow on him. Even if he died, he would not want to see me like this crazy again.

Death is certain, I will not be a demon.

Thinking of this, I stepped forward and pinched my right hand. My soul power surged out, and a long sword of soul power suddenly appeared in my hand! Then I walked towards Huyanli step by step again.

Hu Yanli closed his eyes with his fate, and I raised my sword. The next moment, I rushed towards the right and stabbed the soul sword in my hand hard... A figure hidden in the dark suddenly appeared. There was no wound on his body, but his body strangely took a stabbing shape, and he stayed in the air.

His face was pale and blue, but now it was another pale, with disbelief in his eyes. He probably wanted to ask me all the time. At this moment, he finally couldn't help asking: "Why?"

But I didn't answer him at all. I gently loosened the hilt of the sword with my hand, and leaned back, like a falling shell, smashing the ground less than two meters behind me with my own strength. A figure lying in the soil appeared. My sudden movement could only make him look up barely, but I didn't give him time to react. I opened my hand and grabbed his neck and dragged him out of the ground.

The long sword of soul power burst open, the killer groaned, and a strange flush finally appeared on his pale face. How could it feel comfortable to have a big hole shattered on his soul?

And the guy I was lifted in my hand had an unusual pointed head, and thin and dense scales covered his face. His limbs were no longer normal human proportions, and they became thick and short, but their nails were shining with a strange cold light, so sharp.

"I only remember that I said I would beat you up!" As I spoke, my hand suddenly tightened, and I kicked it hard, kicking it on the guy's back.

This is my power that I haven't exploded. Whether it is a hammer or a shell that has been released, the figure in my hand was kicked out hard and then hit a huge tree before stopping. I would not give him any chance to escape. Almost as soon as his body stayed, the person had already rushed over.

Then, the big tree shook wildly because she was with the demon man underground to bear my crazy fist.

How can I burn my anger just by just a blow to Huyanli? I need to vent, and I don’t want to bring these dark negative emotions to anyone I value.

The guy underground was naturally not as resistant to beating as Hu Yanli. In just half a minute, he started rolling his eyes. At this time, I felt a little more comfortable. I made a gesture with my right hand and a sharp soul-power dagger appeared in front of me.

"It's time to say goodbye. Should you be called a pangolin or a human? Unfortunately, you are only worthy of hiding in the dark underground and attacking. For this, you gave up everything about being a human being. Beautiful, not beautiful..." As I spoke, my dagger straight towards his spiritual platform.

However, before my dagger fell, it was blocked by the demon man with his arm. It can be seen that he had burst out his last power to block my desperate kill.

"Fear of death?" I found it funny. If you choose to be a demon, you should have the awareness of killing people and being killed.

"I... just want to... know why?" So that's the same idea as the demon who only hides in the darkness and kills people.

I can understand why the ability I gained from giving up my human form and hiding in the sun with a mask on my face. I can’t help but feel like I’m cracked like this? Death is inevitable, but if I don’t understand it, it will be very painful to die with this little unwillingness.

I didn't say anything, just moved my fingertips a little.

The demon's face suddenly became stiff, and then he burst into laughter before his death, and gasped and said, "Why didn't I notice it?"

Yes, the reason is very simple. I have no ability to see through the darkness and the underground. I have rushed a flying knife composed of soul power before, which has no lethality to these two demons. In fact, I don’t need any lethality. Under a large-scale flying knife, as long as there are some hits to them.

The other one of the flying knives hit them exploded, causing them a little damage, but the one that did not explode was gently attached to them, because they had no chance of discovering the control of my soul power!

Of course, if you check yourself deliberately, you can still find this hidden power.

And I naturally have a sense of my soul power. As long as I get close to me, how can I not know? Darkness and underground are their best coats. After stripping off this coat, the combat power of these two people can be almost ignored, and there is no big difference between them and ordinary demons.

I felt that I was kind, and in the end I revealed the answer to him.

When my soul dagger stabbed into his spiritual platform, there was still a crazy smile on his face... but there was no trace of unwillingness in his eyes. This was indeed lost in the battle.

After solving this pangolin, I came to the killer demon again. His soul was severely damaged and he was no longer alive. The rest was just to survive.

My hostility has basically been vented, and I have no idea of ​​taking action again. After solving the puzzle for him, I have just turned it over and out.

After coming out of the ghost market, these successive battles made me feel tired and bloody. I need some warmth and positive energy to soothe my heart, just like a person with extreme thirst, who needs a clear spring.

I came to Shu'er step by step. Compared to the man's rough transformation, her transformation was not that hideous. She looked at me, and there was an indescribable resentment in her eyes.

"They are my family, you killed them." She spoke to me, and then coldly defined me: "Executioner, you are the coldest-blooded executioner!"

"From the moment you are not a human being, you have no right to say that anyone is an executioner. They should be your partner. You may have become a demon. When you are confused, you regard them as your family. In any case, I admit your feelings. But in the same way, you must also admit that human family is also a family. Do you understand this truth?" I looked at her and said, there was a hint of pity in my eyes. I realized that she was no more than 16 years old. At this time, human children had not yet fully generated their own judgment, and she became a demon.

"If it is not my race, their hearts will be different." Shu'er refused to admit it.

My blood-stained hand brushed across her cheeks and finally stayed on her neck: "If you say a little longer, you will be able to recover more or less, right? It should be very uncomfortable if you exhaust your mental power, just like you can't move. Just recover, for example, it can still give me a fatal blow. I'm very happy. You can understand this principle. If you are not my race, your heart will be different! You are very young, but you have the smell of blood from my race. For humans as young as you. So..."
Chapter completed!