Demon Hunter and His Hut

Anger surged, Roger clenched the short knife in his right hand, his anger almost exploded in his chest, but he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Although he knew that this was Rip's trick, Roger couldn't control the anger in his heart.

Now Rip's left foot is injured and he has little mobility, he said, just forcing himself to stay and fight him.

The murderous intent in his eyes gradually thickened, and even Roger himself didn't notice it. I don't know when, he was no longer so resistant to killing.

Everything before that was intentional, including the arrangement of the traps and the choice of route. To be honest, Roger should really be grateful to Sherman, if it wasn't for the 3,000 yuan he supported.

Even if he wants to set up some traps, but he has no money, he just thinks about it at most.

If Rip knew that the trap that hurt him, including the weapon in the hands of the boy on the opposite side, came from Sherman's help, I wonder if he would vomit blood.

Roger carefully emerged from behind the tree.

Rip stood in the same place. After the injury, he looked even more ferocious. I don't know if it was an illusion. Roger even felt that the hair on the other side's face became more lush.

"I really underestimate you."

"If I knew this day would come, I should have come directly to the door and put a gun to your forehead."

Rip grinned.

"Good luck, if you hadn't lived in Andreen's house, boy, you'd be dead!"

"If I were you, just hand over the book obediently, and then run as far as possible, otherwise, it won't be long before not only you, but also the family that lives with you will be devastated!"

Rip threatened.

Roger's heart shook violently, and after a moment of hesitation, he firmly clenched the short knife in his hand.

Weapons like a long sword can't be bought in Bay Town. The short knife in his hand is the result of Roger's sweeping the entire town.

"Did Sherman send you here?"

Roger asked.

"You're very smart." Rip admitted generously.

"Do you know what you're looking for?"

Rip shook his head, "I do things with money, this is my rule. As for what, it doesn't matter at all, I just want money!"

"And Mr. Sherman is an existence you can't provoke." Rip looked like he had lingering fears.

He looked at Roger like he was looking at a dead man.

"Andreen is a sheriff. As long as I don't act alone in the future, even Sherman can't do anything to me no matter how rich she is!"

Roger pretended to be tough.

"money?"

Rip sneered, "Your ignorance is ridiculous, little guy, this world is very big, and there are too many things you can't understand."

"You'll understand."

Speaking of this, Rip suddenly took out a cell phone, "This is a satellite phone, I believe Mr. Sherman must be very willing to know about you!"

With that, he pressed the call button above.

Roger's face changed suddenly. After the exchange just now, he could already judge that Rip should not be carrying any guns.

He originally wanted to try to find out more information, but unfortunately, Rip obviously did not want to continue to communicate.

In desperation, Roger could only attack again.

Rip didn't press the call button, he wanted to do the task on his own and get the money.

"Close combat?"

There was a stern look in his eyes, "Little guy, I will make you realize what real despair is!"

Rip's weapon is a short knife with a long forearm. The blade is long and narrow. There is a deep blood groove on the ridge of the knife.

Just as Roger rushed in front of him,

Rip suddenly moved, he took a step forward with his right foot, his waist and abdomen exerted force, and at the same time the muscles of his arms shook, and his left hand holding the knife slashed from bottom to top.

The speed of this knife was astonishingly fast. Roger held the knife in his right hand. Rip's attack just got stuck in the weak point of his defense and counterattack, preventing him from fully exerting his strength.

when!

The two knives collided, and a huge force struck. Roger was short and almost fell to the ground, but he quickly adjusted his posture, and the power in his body poured out. While holding the knife, The body slashed diagonally, and the blade staggered towards Rip's intercostal space!

"This kid!"

Rip was shocked.

Although the technology looks unfamiliar, it seems to have been systematically trained, and what surprised him even more was the power transmitted from the opposite side.

Competing purely in terms of quantity, it is not much different from him. You must know that he is now 35 years old, weighs more than 200 pounds, and is in a peak state.

But this young man in front of him?

"Did he also come into contact with the mysterious power?"

Rip paled in shock, and without thinking about it, he turned his body and raised his knife to block.

Dangdang!

A series of metal crashing sounds continued, and Roger became more and more excited as he fought. Many skills in the elf short sword technique were displayed by him during the attack. He gave full play to his mobility and surrounded Rip, flying like a butterfly. on.

But every flap of the wings brought the blade of death.

Rip's movement was limited, and he was already exhausted at this time, but at this moment, a low roar came from the darkness, and a dark shadow jumped out of the trees and rushed towards Roger's back.

As if he had eyes on his back, Roger moved nimbly, rolled his body to avoid the attack, and then saw the dark shadow in the distance.

A wild wolf with blood-red eyes.

The beast didn't seem to see Rip, but just desperately attacked Roger. At this moment, Rip's eyes flashed a hint of determination, he tore off a necklace hanging around his neck, twisted it, turned his head and drank it. the liquid in it.

"Ho..."

There was a low growl in his throat, and Rip's body bulged slightly. He seemed to have forgotten the pain on the soles of his feet, raised his short knife and joined the battle!

Roger had just dodged the attack of the beast. In the blink of an eye, Rip had come to him. He raised the knife to block, but this time the power transmitted from the opposite side was far beyond Roger's imagination. Unprepared, Roger was struck by a knife forcing back.

"This guy's power?"

Roger looked intently, Rip looked crazy, his beard and hair covered his facial features, only revealing a pair of beast-like pupils.

"Is it some kind of mysterious power?"

Roger suddenly became cautious, he focused, his pupils shrank slightly, and then opened like thin lines, turning into cat-like vertical pupils.

Shortly after entering the forest, he took the night cat medicine, and he could clearly discern any details in the dark. In addition, with his concentration, his visual ability would also be strengthened, and he could even gain a certain amount of attention. degree of dynamic vision.

Everything around him seemed to slow down, Rip's hideous face was constantly approaching, the corner of his eye swept across, and the beast not far away rushed towards him again.

Roger raised the knife and easily found the weak point of Rip's attack. The power in his body poured out, and he raised the knife and chopped it.

when!

Sparks flew everywhere, and at the moment when the two knives collided, Roger's wrist shook, and the short knife slid close to the opponent's blade.

At this time, the pounced wolf just jumped into the air, and the usual swift movements became extremely slow at this time, and Rip's heart was smashed by the rotation of the blade.

Roger turned his knife and slashed over!