I Am a Professional Hunter

"Is it still not dead after being chopped off?"

Qin Wen looked at the **** finger in surprise, but after thinking about it, there was nothing wrong.

This finger was originally a separated individual, and now it is only separated again after being cut off, and naturally it will not die.

"In the battle between him and me for the body, he has already lost, and now is the time for real danger."

The thin body spoke lightly. Although the tone was calm, Qin Wen could hear Senior Sword Saint's cautiousness. It seemed that even if it was cut off, the blood finger should not be underestimated.

And even more terrifying than the beasts, are the beasts that were cornered.

The finger demon who can no longer compete for the holy body is undoubtedly in a desperate situation.

"Son, lend me the sword."

The thin body spoke lightly, while Qin Wen was stunned for a moment, and looked at the [Xue Soul] and [Starry Night] suspended in mid-air under the control of his spiritual energy.

"This is yours, how can I borrow it!"

Qin Wen didn't hesitate, his eyes narrowed, [Xue Po] and [Xingye] went to Sword Saint's hands together!

The Sword Saint holds the holy sword! In the blink of an eye, the Holy Spirit filled the air, and an incomparable frost shrouded the ruined city, as if the extreme was coming.

"The sword slashes the monster, and the formation is trapped in the mountains. The sword breaks through the monster, and there is no survivor."

Sword Saint's dry left hand is holding [Xue Soul], and his right hand is holding [Starry Night], giving people a feeling that it is very difficult to stand alone, but his movements are very light, like remnant snow falling from the sky.

He is obviously a domineering Sword Saint, but he has the elegance of a Sword Master in his gestures.

"The sword is a friend, and it will cut the sky with a dance."

Sword Saint's body moved slowly, his vitality was exhausted, but his movements were light and extremely agile.

The blood fingers trembled violently, releasing demonic energy all the time, as if they wanted to gather the surrounding objects to condense their bodies for themselves.

The Sword Saint is a soldier with both hands, and his posture is light, as if he is dancing slowly, but the charm is mysterious and mysterious, and it is difficult to describe.

Is it dance? Or Wu?

Qin Wen couldn't see through it, it seemed to be Wu, but he always felt that there was a murderous attack in it.

At this time, as a giant dragon, he actually stayed in the same place, because he knew that as long as the senior swordsman appeared, the stage would no longer belong to him. He just had to wait aside and wait for instructions. Take action, but add chaos.

Sword Saint holds the [Snow Soul] in his right hand, and his movements are heavy and majestic. When he moves his hands and feet, he will emit holy spirit and frost, condensing countless ice slag, and trapping the **** finger.

He waved the [Starry Night] with his left hand, and his movements were light and erratic, like a warrior under the starry sky in the dark night, with a mysterious and elegant taste, but at the same time, it was not too sharp. The package was originally trapped in the frost and the devil.

"Xingjian, cold knife, carry dance, slay demons."

The sword in the left hand, many years ago, belonged to a fellow who was both an enemy and a friend.

Jian Chi and Dao Kuang, the two have always sympathized with each other, but Yin Tianzheng has always understood the feeling of Jian Chi, and has been looking forward to him entering the holy way and competing with himself.

But in the end, he didn't have that life.

When Yin Tianzheng heard the news of his death, he immediately rushed to the center of the battlefield, but this time, instead of holding the sword with one hand, he held the sword together, and the two soldiers danced together.

He has practiced this dance for many years.

Today, it was finally revealed again.

"Unfortunately, you can compete with each other, and you can kill the enemy with your hands."

Yin Tianzheng's dance ended, and the ice and starry night began to shrink violently.

The huge ice blade formed by the ice slag, the starry night also began to spread, swallowing everything around it.

The blood fingers were frozen, and it was difficult to exude magical energy, and the tacit understanding that had infiltrated before was also dissipated in the spreading starry night.

"Success?"

Qin Wen stared blankly at the blood finger not far away, in the center of the frost and the night. He had stopped emitting magical energy and seemed to be shaky.

"Don't relax, it's too early, the outside world is handed over to you."

"outside world?"

Gu marry

Hearing Sword Saint's words, Qin Wen was stunned for a moment, then looked around, and suddenly found that the stone statues around him had gathered at an unknown time!

The killing of the finger demons came to a critical moment. These stone statues were controlled by demonic energy, apparently to interfere with the Sword Saint!

Those stone statues gathered together and piled up, forming a huge stone mountain like before, squirming over.

Before Qin Wen wanted to deal with an opponent of this level, I am afraid that he would have to do everything he could, and in the end he would be half-dead and corrupted by the abyss demonic energy.

But now, he's a dragon!

"Don't worry, senior, leave it to me."

Qin Wen frowned, the dragon body was suspended, and he stared coldly at the several stone mountains that were rushing fast in the distance.

Every mountain is composed of huge stone statues and abyss demonic energy. This ruined city was not at all dangerous, but the current crisis of life and death all comes from that blood finger!

The demonic energy it exudes is overwhelming, turning this relict city into a dead zone. If he were to be born, let alone this relict city, I am afraid that today's society will be greatly impacted, and the [Tomb Guardian] may not be able to solve it!

"You said that you have slaughtered countless real dragons? Ha! That's good! Now let me, the last generation of mixed-blood dragonborn, ruin your life, which is also retribution!"

Qin Wen let out a loud roar, and then the dragon body rolled up a hurricane and ran towards several stone mountains.

The powerful body rolls up a mad storm, and the sturdy dragon tail cracks a stone mountain with just a flick!

A huge amount of demonic energy poured into Qin Wen's body as usual.

But now his body is no longer a mortal body, but a dragon's blood and dragon's body!

The magic energy is like a mud bodhisattva entering the sea, and it cannot be corroded too deeply.

The only bit of devil energy left was also baptized by Qin Wen with Tianlei, leaving no residue.

At this time, the body of the devil has been imprisoned and refined by the sword saint. As long as the devil energy in the outside world is completely purified, the devil will no longer be able to turn around!

Qin Wen turned into a mad dragon, turned the clouds over the rain, and fought with several magic mountains, turning the entire ruined city upside down!

The magic mountain was thick and heavy, but Qin Wen was violent, and within a few rounds, all the magic mountains collapsed.

Some of the stone statues also wanted to take the opportunity to take the dumplings while Qin Wen and Dao Sheng were killing, but they were all stopped by Gu Ge and Su Xuerou and could not get close.

"Damn... Damn!"

Everything is over, Shimo seems to know that there is no possibility of his fate being reversed, and roared and roared in the trapped formation of the Sword Saint.

"I am the Devourer! I am the corruption itself! My family has already wiped out thousands of worlds! You will be no exception!"

"Wait! Despair! Struggling!"

"Waiting for the real horror to come!"

"You! Destiny ends!"

He roared wildly, and there was no fear of death at all, but endless arrogance, as if prophesying.

Qin Wen was shocked by his terrifying howl, speechless, but Sword Saint coldly snorted.

"The defeated dog whines. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com has never been less aggressive on the way to its glorious and prosperous rise. You are not the first, but you will be the last."

"When the abyss is shattered, this world will live the same life as the vast universe."

"We never lack opponents, and we will never be defeated in front of any enemy!"

The Sword Saint's tone was deep and his voice hoarse, but he was extremely domineering, as if he had returned to the peak year.

"Invasion? Come and fight!"

"The one who falls first will not be us who sing!"

Sword Saint's eyes burst out with incomparably thorough brilliance, that is self-confidence! Even more proud!

He and Shimon were buried under the ruined city and played against each other for thousands of years.

The body is decayed, the soul is withered, and the consciousness is scattered!

However, the pride of being a saint and the pride of being a cultivator.

Enduring!