Before he could stand firmly, a green light flashed on Pan Long's body, but he directly used a medicinal herb in the inventory.

Ever since he had achieved success in his cultivation, the massive amount of medicinal herbs he had bought from the world of "Sword and Tragedy" had been no longer used.

On the one hand, he is physically strong enough that he will hardly be injured, and on the other hand, once he is injured now, he will lose a lot of health, which is not at all compensated for by the mere twenty points of the herb.

His upper limit of health is already seven hundred and eighty-two, which is placed in "Sword and Tragedy", and even exceeds the final boss of the normal route, Romon XIII of the Frese Empire - that guy's profession is "Emperor", and the upper limit of health is only seven hundred and fifty.

Nearly 800 HP, if you want to rely on herbs to heal, you need more than 30 herbs.

When fighting, where is this idle time to use slowly!

On the contrary, among the elixirs given by Wen Chao, the treasure of dragon slayer, there are many powerful goods that can restore more than five hundred health points in one bite. There is even a kind of "Immortal Holy Blood", which can temporarily get 9,000 extra lives when you drink it in one gulp!

Although these 9,000 extra points of life can only last for a short quarter of an hour, in this quarter of an hour, the person taking the medicine is really like an immortal god of war, and the sword mountain and the sea of fire dare to break through, and the rain of guns and arrows can only be tickled, fierce to the sky.

Of course, Wen Chao hadn't made a few copies of such an elixir, so Pan Long naturally wouldn't waste it here and now.

It's just a little empty right now, so it's a good idea to use a herb.

With a flash of green light, his breathing suddenly calmed down a lot, and then he took a step and rushed towards the Cyclops, whose body was swaying slightly.

The cyclops does not have a healing elixir, but it has a naturally strong physique, and it can also absorb the aura between heaven and earth, and its recovery speed is faster than Pan Long, who can breathe and regain blood.

Just now, Pan Long slashed its thumb with a knife, the wound was deep and long, and it was enough to cut a big living person into two pieces on an ordinary person's body. But now, there was only a shallow white mark left on its toe, as if it had been rubbed by something, and it was impossible to see that it was still bleeding just now.

When two such opponents meet, this battle is destined to be relatively long.

Facing the roaring Pan Long, the only golden eye of the cyclops was full of fierce light, raised his right hand high to the sky, and then clenched it into a fist and swept it over.

The punch was silent, not to mention no explosion, not even the whistling sound of an arm cutting through the air.

It's like the huge body has become an illusion, a ghost without flesh and blood, without a body.

But the punch was quick.

When Pan Long rushed to about the fifth step, the Cyclops raised his fist, and by the time he reached the seventh step, the punch had already been struck.

There was silence, no movement in sight, and the fist slashed through the air, not changing the trajectory of even a single snowflake.

But Pan Long felt a great danger, just like when he and Han Feng rescued people and escaped, they were chased and killed by He Tiankui, a veteran congenital master whose strength was far superior to them, on the road, almost all of them died, and only he was able to escape from the cliff by relying on rage and elixir.

Such a feeling made his hairs stand on end.

His instincts told him that it was time to escape.

But Pan Long didn't intend to follow his instincts.

He showed a somewhat hideous smile, and the Severed Knife reappeared, this time not slicing his fingers and smearing blood, but spraying a mouthful of blood on the knife that had not been spurted when his internal organs were damaged before.

The silver-white blade turned scarlet in an instant, and the word "hatred" shone even brighter in the dark night, exuding a terrifying aura.

This breath was spiritual, sensing the presence of the cyclops, and immediately became violent, roaring into the sky.

All the masters who participated in the battle were shocked by this breath, and vaguely saw a tall man with a cloak of hair standing next to the stove, swinging a hammer and desperately beating a knife blank on the anvil.

His eyes gleamed with a frightening madness, but his lips were tightly pursed, but they looked quite calm. What is shown through this incongruous feeling is extreme strength and determination without hesitation.

That's the look that a person can have when he completely abandons everything else and only wants to achieve a goal.

The hammer fell again and again, and an old voice could be faintly heard roaring.

"I have cast sixteen knives in my life, you are my last sword, and the strongest sword!"

"You embody all my hatred, my skills, all my obsessions. ”

"You are my faith, you are my flesh and blood, you are my life. ”

"Your mission is one word - kill!"

"Kill all the monsters, kill all the monsters, kill all the ghosts, kill all the ghosts!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

With three "kill" sounds, the phantom threw down the iron tongs, grabbed the red-hot knife blank with his left hand, and raised it up as if swinging a knife, swinging it towards the sky.

Under the shadow, Pan Long clenched the revenge knife that turned into a scarlet long knife with both hands, and also swung it into the air.

At the same time, the Cyclops' fist was sweeping over.

The blade of the phantom met the fist of the phantom.

Unlike the previous one, this blow was a very slight low sound, dull and muddy.

But with this muffled sound, the two phantoms shattered together.

On the ground, Pan Long, who was already red, his face became more and more red, his body trembled, he knelt on the ground with one foot, and supported his body with the Broken Enemy Knife, so that he did not fall down completely.

Blood from his mouth, eyes, nose, ears...... Even the pores squirted out, spraying everywhere on the ground, and the whole person almost turned into a bloody person in an instant.

And high up, the Cyclops widened his only eye, and watched his right hand, whose flesh was full of cracks, and whose blood flowed like a fountain, and even seemed to be able to see the bones inside, finally came back to his senses after a few seconds, and let out a cry of horror.

In its voice, there was finally no anger, only fear.

Although the wound on its hand recovered quickly, that is, in the past few seconds, the original large gushing blood had turned into a small stream, and it seemed that it would not take long to recover, but its courage was obviously cut by this knife.

It screamed, turned and ran.

With the roar and shaking of the earth and the shaking of the mountains, the huge figure disappeared into the depths of the wind and snow in a moment, and disappeared without a trace.

Pan Long gasped for breath and wanted to stand up and catch up, but just now he tried to stand up, but he felt that his feet were floating and soft, as if he was stepping on cotton, and he didn't need strength at all.

He barely took a step before his legs went limp and he fell to the ground.

A pair of thick and powerful arms caught him, and Pan Lei hurried over and hugged his son in his arms.

Pan Long looked up and saw that his mother had also arrived, looking at him with a worried face, and there were tears in his eyes.

He barely squeezed out a smile: "I'm fine, take a break...... That's it. ”

After saying that, he closed his eyes and finally fell unconscious.