I Am a Professional Hunter

"This... is over?"

Qin Wen watched with his own eyes that the blood finger gradually withered, and the roar became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.

The **** severed finger seemed to have been evaporated from the blood and became as thin as a piece of rotten wood. If it weren't for the black nails, it would be impossible to tell that it was a finger.

As soon as the finger demon was extinguished, the demonic aura that enveloped the abandoned city began to dissipate, and the concentration of the abyss aura in the air dropped sharply, and soon returned to normal.

Even those polluted red mist spirits have returned to blue and become harmless.

Sword Saint's frowning brows were evacuated, but his hands still did not stop, but quickly slapped out a series of Holy Spirit Qi, and each time a card played a body will wither again!

The amputated finger quickly withered. Under the baptism of the Holy Spirit, it was quickly refined and gradually shrunken, becoming a thin phalanx, but the color was a little reddish brown, with pits and black nails, which looked very strange and disgusting. .

"Can't even the Holy Spirit completely consume it?"

Qin Wenlong's body twisted and approached. He carefully observed the phalanx. It was indeed the body parts of the ancient demon. It was so rotten and tough.

"The body of the devil is indelible, and it is much stronger than the body of the Holy Spirit. If it weren't for this one finger, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to compete..."

Dao Sheng said, his voice became smaller and smaller, his body was thinner than before, his legs were as thin as bamboo poles, and at this time, he trembled slightly, and he fell backwards!

"senior!"

Qin Wen was startled and rushed forward. Since both front claws were seriously injured, he had to pounce on his entire body and use the soft dragon belly to cushion the toppled body of the Sword Saint.

"Damn it!"

Qin Wen was furious when he saw the powerful Sword Saint end up in such a weak end.

While cursing angrily, he lifted the dragon's tail and slapped the dry fingers fiercely!

How mighty is Long Li? The ground that was directly pumped cracked, and the ruined city shook, but the phalanx lay unharmed in the huge pit created by the dragon's tail whip, without any damage.

Sure enough it can't be destroyed.

"Hehe, child, don't worry, it should have been like this long ago. It is a blessing to be able to persist until this point."

The weak voice of the Sword Saint sounded, and the powerful coercion when he faced the pointing demon just disappeared, and even the domineering temperament was restrained.

Dry body, weak soul.

At this time, Yin Tianzheng was no longer the reckless sword saint who slashed the sky with his sword and fought thousands of enemies with laughter, but became an old man who was dying.

A wisp of white silk began to fall off quickly, and strands of dead energy began to appear on the surface of the body.

No one knows better than Yin Tianzheng himself.

He was dying.

But okay...

Such a death, for him, was not a too bad ending.

"senior..."

Qin Wen felt that the sword saint was about to lose his soul, but he couldn't do anything, so he could only watch this peerless sword saint, and he gradually walked beside him, walking towards death indifferently.

"I...what should I do? What should I do? How should I save you?"

Qin Wen panicked, really panicked, there were actually four more terrifying finger demons!

If Dao Sheng died here, would there really be hope in this world?

"Child... Hehe, it doesn't have to be like this. I have fantasized about such and such an ending countless times. Now, it has finally come true."

"I, did not die worthless, enough... enough..."

Sword Saint's voice was small and hoarse, but it was steady and firm.

Almost all his life, he has been killing and fighting.

From the beginning of the ruined family, to the meat-eater after that, until I met the scorching sun in my life.

That person named Tianzheng was his goal, his longing.

And he also inherited this name later, and became a person worthy of this name.

That is the peerless sword saint... Who in the world does not know who does not know?

But he himself has been living in self-denial and bitterness, his family is broken, the country is broken and the people are scattered, and even his brothers who have followed him for many years have no good death...

I am precious as a sword saint, but there are too many things I have not been able to do, and I am full of scars and regrets.

Sword Saint? To him, it was just a joke.

Even defiled the word "holy".

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Therefore, he has been sinking into the **** battle, or... sinking into the road of seeking death.

He wanted a heroic death, that would at least add a perfect ending to his ridiculous life.

But he is too strong... wherever he goes, he kills wherever he goes.

The blood pooled into rivers, but failed to drown him.

Until the arrival of the Demon, he finally found an existence that could give him "sublime death"!

On that day, he ran away, laughing until he burst into tears.

Fighting, fighting, fighting bloody, that's all he does next.

But slowly... He watched thousands of souls fall, and watched the blood of the strong man who was also the Holy Spirit, he suddenly realized something.

"If I die... how many people will die because of my death?"

"Then my death...isn't it a sin again?"

Shimo is much stronger than he imagined, but he, Yin Tianzheng, is also risking his life more than anyone imagined.

Wanting to die and not being afraid of death are two concepts.

No one can be as crazy as he is.

He was alone, with a knife, and he fought the countless monsters of the slaughter to the ground! Mountains and rivers shattered!

It wasn't until the other Holy Spirits arrived that this prevented Yin Tianzheng from drowning the last drop of blood!

After that, the finger demons split into five parts to bring disaster to the world, but they were all surrendered in the end.

And Yin Tianzheng is responsible for the strongest middle finger.

He did not learn from others to seal the blood finger, but buried the evil thing together with his holy body.

He has carried too many sins, too many regrets, and too many promises.

He is still alive, but all those who were waiting for him are dead.

He buried the blood finger, along with his body, soul, sins, regrets, promises, everything, in this relict city.

It was written on the stone carvings that recorded his life at the end.

"Suppressing the demons, imprisoning the soul in the prison of sin, and dispelling the mist, the intention is in the painting, can you sleep peacefully?"

This legacy city is his nostalgia for the Muyang Holy City.

That fog spirit is his nostalgia for thousands of city residents.

Now that the finger demon is gone, he finally reached the point.

It was what he dreamed of, and worthy of the Holy Spirit's name, "the great death."

"Child... don't hesitate, hope itself is called hope because of its unpredictable nature."

"Don't look for where the end is, just go for it. Many times, when you walk, you will find that you have surpassed the end."

"Don't...don't go too fast, look at the people around you, the scenery around you, and don't leave any regrets."

"People who only care about the summit will miss everything along the way. Only with enthusiasm can you see what a great river and mountain is when you get there."

At the last moment, he seemed to have seen something and smiled slightly.

"Brother... am I worthy of... your name?"

Sword Saint's voice became weaker and weaker~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After muttering for a long time, finally, there was no movement.

On this day, in the world outside the ancient forest, it suddenly rained heavily in many places, and there was even a gust of wind, and the earth was howling.

This is the vision of the Holy Fall.

That is the world, sending off the cry of a strong man.

The peerless sword saint Yin Tianzheng died here.

The sky cried, the ground howled, the wind howled.

This is the farewell of heaven and earth, and it is also the sorrow and tears of all things.

Qin Wen gritted his teeth, the huge dragon body trembled slightly, and his eyes were sparkling, but he kept holding back and refused to fall.

He may be the last person in the world who talks to the Sword Saint, and the last person who remembers his majesty.

"Congratulations... Knife Saint..."

"farewell!"