Chapter Twenty-Eight: Ascending Again

The old drunken man leaped forward, pulling out an afterimage, and the tiger claws containing infinite power were directly aimed at the two people in the room, but he knew that he could not have any chance of winning. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ready to fight hard? If you have two claws, you can still fight......"

On the roof, a man with a machete said. He also had an arm armor on his left arm, on which a tiger had two black beads in its claws, containing black liquid.

Even in the dark, the old drunkard's tiger eyes could see the banter in the man's eyes, and the ridicule thrown at Teng Yuhu.

Teng Yuhu naturally saw it, he was silent, looked at one of his tiger arms in frustration, and felt ashamed.

If it weren't for himself, the old man might have been able to live a better life......

When the old drunkard saw Teng Yuhu's expression, his heart tightened, and he secretly said that it was hateful, and he accelerated towards the man with a roar.

"Brother Yang, why don't you let me do the work on my behalf and solve this group of things that disturb the world?"

The man with the big knife said to the people on the side, and the arrogance in his tone was a little restrained. Some crepe man beside him nodded, and the man leaped forward and rushed down at the old drunk.

In the process of coming down, in the eyes of the old drunk, the figure of this person gradually became clear.

He had a strong build, more than seven feet tall, and even if he looked disproportionate to the exaggerated figure of the old drunken orc, he was still a behemoth.

The most eye-catching thing is the large knife he holds in his right hand. The total length of the broadsword is more than two meters, and some dark red lines can be faintly seen on the knife body, exuding a strange aura.

He held this big knife with at least forty catties or so, and the big knife was like a feather in his hand, and with the wave of his arm, he slashed out a more powerful air flow slash than Liu Jiang, obviously he was also a martial arts practitioner.

That's right, he is another hunter in Nanli Town, Wang Zhong.

The burly figure of the king, coupled with this red-veined broadsword, is like a god coming, and even the old drunk has to face it. In fact, the old drunkard never despised it, even if it was Liu Jiang, he fought the enemy with all his might, and even in Liu Jiang's last blow, the old drunk was slightly injured.

And he even said that this knife was not as fierce as it seemed on the outside, its power was far more terrifying than its appearance, because the old drunkard could see at a glance that this was a real weapon.

Horcruxes have three parts: [Star], [Lock], and [Blade], and only a Horcreature with these three parts can truly be called a complete Horcrux.

Liu Jiang's Horcrux is just a combination of [Lock] and [Star], which is the common configuration of most hunters.

The Star is an auxiliary part that stores the Spirit's blood and tracks the Spirit, and the Lock is the part that can block the Spirit's power when there is an order to capture the Spirit's alive, which is mostly an improvised weapon or some locks, such as handcuffs, shackles, silver needles and the like.

The [Blade] is mainly a weapon, which is made by the sacrifice of the blood, which can preserve the power of the blood sacrificed. And when the hunter needs to use this power, he only needs to sacrifice this Horcrux with his own blood. The Blade can also play the role of the Lock even when it is not bathed in blood, because it is watered by the Blood, which contains the power of the Blood, and when it comes into contact with the flesh and blood of another Spirit, it can also have the effect of killing the Blood.

Those few sharp air flow slashes also contained the breath of blood, and it would definitely not be good to be slashed. Even if you don't lose strength right away, you will lose your strength as the wound increases.

Conversely, after bathing in blood, the Horcrux will activate its powerful power when it has enough blood to cause the power of the blood in it. It can be said that under this trade-off, in the face of the [Blade] Horcrux, it is difficult for the Soul to win.

Therefore, the old drunk can only try to avoid being hit by this knife, even if it is just the sharpness of the knife, he must try to avoid it.

As for how the old drunkard recognized the [Blade] Horcrux at a glance...... The Horcruxes he used were forged by himself.

The old drunken claw stretched back, only to hear the sound of metal rubbing, and when he showed his claws again, he had somehow put on claw-shaped gloves, and the already terrible claws, the nails had been lengthened by nearly two inches. At this moment, his claws, the sharp nails are close to half a meter, and they look extremely hideous, which are simply the harvesters of life.

The claw sleeve seemed to blend perfectly with the old drunk's hand, and it looked like it was part of his body.

Only the old drunkard knew that when forging this pair of claw sets in the past, what he sacrificed was his own blood, and this pair of claw sets could be said to be an extension of his body.

Feeling this terrifying claw, Wang Zhong also paid attention to the old drunk, but he was definitely not afraid.

The old drunkard easily broke through a few air flow slashes, and the blood and qi in his body were channeled again, and they were transmitted to the one-armed claws.

His tiger pupils shrank into a small hole, and the tiger's mouth let out a loud shout, like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, and the air wave swept Wang Zhong who swooped down, Wang Zhong felt as if he was in the middle of the wind, his body was under tremendous resistance, and even his eyes were a little sore, and his ears were a little buzzing.

This roar, in addition to the roar of the tiger itself, the old drunkard also added the qi of the martial arts practitioners, which greatly enhanced the power of the sound, this kind of skill of combining the qi with the strength of his own blood is not uncommon among some martial arts practitioners.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, the sharp claws of nearly half a meter could tear Wang Zhong's head apart in the next moment, but at the last moment, the big knife in Wang Zhong's hand quickly blocked in front of him, and the speed was almost like holding a sword instead of a heavy big knife.

Sure enough, even if the hunter is such a crappy character, he is not a mediocre talent, but he chooses to use this power to be with money in this world of rampant profit.

The blow was unsuccessful, and the old drunk was also decisive and did not love war at all. The body, which is many times more sensitive than a human, turned flexibly, and the legs bounced back with the help of the blade of the rung.

His body drew a perfect arc in the air and landed near Teng Yuhu and Su Bai.

Under the effect of gravity, the old drunken man deliberately accelerated the increase of his qi, and at the point where he landed, the ground was lifted, and the rubble rained down on the remaining patrolmen.

The old drunkard slashed with one hand, even though he couldn't send out the same airflow slash as Liu Jiang and Wang Zhong, but the power of the claws, the blade also cut most of the necks of several patrolmen.

In an instant, the blood column gushed out, and the blood rain fell and fell on the bodies of the old drunkard, Teng Yuhu, Su Bai and Wu Crow, which was quite tragic.

The old drunken man threw Teng Yuhu a claw sleeve, which was his other claw sleeve. Since he only had one arm left, the other claw sleeve was naturally redundant. Besides, the current Teng Yuhu needs this thing more than him.

Teng Yuhu stared blankly at this claw sleeve with residual warmth, choked up for a while, and didn't know what to say.

"Take these two little ones and go to the East!"

What the?

Teng Yuhu came back to his senses and looked at the old drunk, the sadness in his eyes was difficult to hide.

The old drunkard secretly said that it was not good, but he was glad that he still took one last look at this kid who had been raised for many years. He held back the emotion in his heart and said in a deep voice:

"Most of the East is ungoverned or loosely governed, so flee there...... Use this claw sleeve to protect the people around you......"

The old drunk said and looked at Su Bai.

"Although we have known each other for a short time, I hope you can integrate into this family...... This kid will get rid of you, don't let him be alone anymore, and rely on each other to go on......"

The old drunkard just did it all quickly in the wrong moment. And after doing all this, he seemed to have no worries, his eyes were completely occupied by a fierce light, and his body erupted with a manic aura again.

His long hair swelled and dragged completely to his waist, and the last trace of clarity had dissipated in the tiger's pupils, and all that remained was the instinct of the beast.

Finally, after an unknown number of years, the beastly nature that the old drunkard had been pressing still eroded his humanity, and at this moment he could no longer be called a human.

But he has no regrets and regrets, because he is protecting the people he cherishes. At this moment, his heart entered an ethereal world, and after this ethereal, he felt the power rise again. In his body, it seems that a third sprout of power has blossomed.

This is the realm that can only be realized when people are living and dying outside the realm.

However, this still failed to awaken his clarity, and at this moment his brain only had one instruction......

The old drunken man looked at Wang Zhong, and his mouth trembled and spat out a slurred word:

"Kill ......"

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