"You lowly things, let me die!" Melintz, who had transformed into a demonic form, let out a loud roar, only to see her wings flutter behind her, and in an instant, she pounced on the 'Raging Waves' Batna in front of her right with lightning speed.

Among the two people and one dragon who surrounded Mehrinz, the strength of Batna, the 'Angry Sword Saint', was relatively weaker. Mei Linz knew that she could not last long when she turned back into her original demon form and used the demon secret method to forcibly increase her strength significantly, so she had to choose the weakest one of the opponents to attack first, in order to be able to hit and even destroy the opponent with one blow, and take the lead in the battle.

Butner roared, swung his heavy sword and stabbed at the rushing Mehrinz.

A sword pierces the air.

Watching Mehrintz's figure disappear in front of his eyes, Batna's face couldn't help but change.

Hearing the sound of wind coming from behind him, Butna didn't hesitate to slash his sword backwards with his backhand.

Hearing a shrill sound like metal rubbing, the heavy sword in Batna's hand was firmly grasped by Mehrin Inz with his left hand covered with silver scales, and the sharp claws born from his fingertips struck the blade of the heavy sword, making a terrible grinding sound. Mehrintz held the bone flute in her right hand and at the same time quickly moved forward a little, straight to Batner's chest.

"Not good," Dickens and Trazcott were startled at the same time, and their bodies flashed rapidly, and they quickly pounced on Mehrintz.

After a muffled snort, Batner's heavy sword was taken out of his hand, and the person also spat blood from his mouth and flew backwards dozens of meters away. He was hit in the chest by the bone flute in Mehrin Intz's hand, but fortunately, at a critical moment, under the protection of the fighting qi shield that he tried his best to condense the fighting spirit, although he was not lightly injured, he finally picked up a life.

And Dickens and Trazcott came to Bartner's aid at this critical moment and launched an attack on Mehrintz, which also made Melinz too busy to take care of herself, and she was unskilled to deal with the attacks of Dickens and Trazcott, and did not dare to catch up with Batner and give him a fatal blow.

There was another dull thunderous explosion in the night sky. The figures of the demon, the sword master, and the red dragon moved and changed rapidly under the night sky at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, and after fighting dozens of times in the blink of an eye, the three figures separated at once.

"Are you alright, dwarf?" said Dickens, standing beside Butner with his sword in hand, panting with red faces. It seems that the brief exchange between Fang Cai and Mehrin Inz really consumed a lot of his energy.

"Don't worry, old friend, the most famous astrologer in our dwarf clan, Phantom Eye, once gave me a divination, saying that my life is very hard, and I can live to be five hundred years old in this life. I'm only 290 years old. Batna took a deep breath, his body running, and temporarily suppressed the injury.

As he spoke, Batner stretched out his five fingers, and a long sword made of condensed fighting spirit formed out of thin air in his palm. It turned out that the heavy sword he had been using had fallen into the hands of Melyn Inz when he was injured, and was bent by Melenin Inz with his sharp claws, and was thrown far from the air to the ground. As a last resort, Batna had no choice but to use his fighting spirit to condense his sword to defend against the enemy at this moment.

"Fuck, why did this stinky girl become so powerful all of a sudden? Lao Tzu is still a tenth-level peak sword saint, and he didn't even make a move, and he hung up the lottery! It's really evil!" Bartner, who had always been short-tempered, was on fire in his heart, and he opened his mouth to curse hatefully. But in his words, there was already a hint of fear at this time.

"She's only been freed from the seal for a short time, is it possible that she's regained her strength so quickly?" Dickens also frowned, muttering in his heart, and secretly retreated. Although he has always taken it as his mission to eliminate demons and defend the Dao, and it stands to reason that the battle combination of two Sword Saints and a red dragon should be regarded as a shocking and terrifying combination wherever it is placed. But in the face of an abyss lord who has regained his strength, a legendary ancient demon, it seems a little unrealistic for him to think that he wants to get rid of it with his own "this" strength.

"My friends, if I'm not mistaken, the female demon in front of me should have used some mysterious spell of the demon clan to forcibly increase her strength, and I don't think this power will last long. Trazcott, the red dragon, guessed their concerns from the uncertain faces of Butner and Dickens, and opened his mouth to speak his guess, trying to dispel their inner turmoil.

"You see, she's not in a good situation right now! As long as the three of us join forces for another round, I'm afraid she won't be able to hold on. Since we have released the demon, we must be responsible for our own mistakes!Do we want to let go of ourselves halfway and let others pay for our mistakes?"

Dickens and Butner glanced at each other, and then, together, they looked at the red dragon and nodded slowly, with a hint of determination in their eyes.

In the night sky, Mehrin Inz flailed her wings and hung in the air, her body trembling as if she were in some great pain.

"Sure enough, the body has been sealed for too long, and even this level of strength can't withstand it. We can't go on like this, we have to do it quickly. Looking at the Sword Master and the Red Dragon, who were full of solemnity and ready to attack again, Merlin Inz knew that the opponent's attack would be even more fierce next. She sighed softly and brought the bone flute in her hand to her lips again.

"Requiem for Death, the tragedy of the dead. Mehrinz recited the title of the piece and played a piece full of endless sorrow. The wisp of vicissitudes of desolation and desolate flute sound, in this dark and lonely night, looks particularly poignant.

Three vague figures quietly emerged from the void space behind Mehrin Inz. Standby station

......

Dark clouds loomed over the city of Portland, and the first spring rain since the beginning of spring was about to fall on Portland on this chilly night.

A patrol of the City Defence Corps with torches hurried through the streets of the North District, and in order to escape the approaching night rain, they were also perfunctory for their routine patrol tonight. As soon as the patrol of the city defense army walked through the streets of the northern district, five masked men dressed in black quietly appeared on the roof of the houses on the side of the street. One of the tall masked men glanced at the departing City Defense Patrol and made a 'go' gesture to the other four masked men in the opposite direction to the City Defense Patrol.

The five masked men were clearly very skilled, but they were seen flying through the walls of Portland as if they were walking on the ground. Passing through a bend in the street, the tall, masked man from earlier suddenly stopped.

"Captain, what's wrong?" one of the masked men asked.

The tall masked man reached out and ripped off the masked scarf, revealing a young werewolf face, but it was a sharp blade. I saw the blade sniff in the air with his nose, and after confirming that it was correct, he said slowly: "Landuri, do you smell it? ”

Hearing this, the other four masked men also ripped off their masked toggles, revealing werewolf faces, flicking their pointed noses and sniffing vigorously in the air.

"Well, it smells of blood, Captain, do you want to go over and have a look?" asked Landoory softly.

Blade shook his head and said, "No need, I'll just go and see what's going on alone." You should hurry back to the "Ten Thousand Miles of Fragrance" tavern, and review the map of the North District drawn tonight again to see if there are any mistakes. It seems that Portland is the weakest in the North Side, and if we want to attack the city, we will start from this urban location. ”

Landuri and the others knew that with the skill of the blade, it was estimated that only the 'red face silver spear' with a hint of legend could fight in this Portland City, thinking that as long as they didn't meet the Byzantine female general, the blade should be able to deal with it easily, so they nodded immediately, and did not object to the blade acting alone.

After Landuri and the others were gone, the blade turned around, and with a hint of curiosity in his heart, he touched it in the direction where the faint smell of blood came from.

As the blade turned two streets and reached the side of an alley, it suddenly hesitated. Somehow, there was a hint of uneasiness in his heart, as if there was something in the alley that made him instinctively feel fear.

What is it that can make a ninth-level warrior feel irrepressible fear? Think about it, even if it is facing a Saint-rank martial artist, or a Saint-rank demonic beast, it is nothing more than that, right? Sharp Blade thought about it self-deprecatingly, and the curiosity in his heart became even stronger.

He hid himself in a dark corner at the mouth of the alley, and quietly peeked into the alley.

The blade was slightly stunned.

I saw a young girl leaning on the edge of a wall deep in the alley, her head bowed, and she gasped softly. The tattered black robe worn by the girl covered two or three key parts of her body, and most of her snow-like skin was exposed, covered with fleshy wounds. And at those wounds, a trace of blood was slowly flowing out.

Blade's pupils shrank suddenly.

Blood! Purple blood!

That girl turned out to be a demon!

Just as the blade was shocked, he suddenly felt that he was locked by a powerful qi machine, and he couldn't move at all!

"I didn't expect that I was so careful, and I was still discovered. I wonder if this is my misfortune or yours?" the girl said, raising her head and in a cold voice.

What caught the sharp eye was a pale and cold face. That girl was the Abyss Lord Merin Intz, who had been hunted down by the 'Scorching Sun Sword Saint' Dickens, the 'Raging Waves Sword Saint' Batna, and the Red Dragon Trazcott.

At this time, the Great Lord of the Abyss has re-transformed into the form of a human girl.