When Mehrinz saw the face of the blade, she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Werewolf, no wonder I hid here, but I was still discovered. It seems that the smell of my blood has drawn you here, filthy beast!" Melintz's tone was clearly marked with a hint of contempt for the orcs, and as she said this, her eyes suddenly flashed, and a spiritual shockwave silently rushed towards the blade.

The blade suddenly snorted, its body shook, and a trace of blood slowly spilled from the corner of its mouth. At this moment, the sharp blade, the shock in his heart can be described as terrifying, he didn't expect that the seriously injured mysterious demon girl in front of him would suddenly kill him, and it was just a mental attack, which could actually make a ninth-level warrior hurt and vomit blood!

You can have such strength under serious injuries, if you are not injured, how terrifying should the strength of the demon girl be?

Merinz was equally surprised. At this time, she was seriously injured and unable to move, so in order to avoid long nights and dreams, she unreservedly used a mental attack at the beginning, in order to kill the werewolf who found her whereabouts in front of her. However, to her surprise, the werewolf in front of her was not killed instantly under her mental power attack as she expected, but only suffered a small injury.

The blade did not dare to underestimate the enemy, raised a loud shout, and the fighting spirit of his whole body exploded, and he used all his strength to fight against the spiritual power constraints imposed on him, and little by little he got rid of the shackles of spiritual power, and walked towards Merlin Inz with difficulty but slowly.

At the same time, he drew the sword at his waist.

For the terrifying and ruthless mysterious demon girl in front of him, the blade didn't dare to have any pity for the jade. He only knew that if it weren't for his own strength, with the spiritual attack of the demon girl just now, his body would have been blown apart and flesh and blood would have been scattered.

The demon girl is obviously a ruthless person, and if she doesn't kill her, she will definitely be killed by her. With the strength she had just revealed at a glance, it could be seen that she was definitely a master who had reached the Holy Rank. If she hadn't been seriously injured, killing herself would have been as easy as crushing an ant!

What the hell is going on?, Blade felt depressed for a while. Curiosity can really kill people! I didn't expect that I would suddenly start a life-and-death struggle with an injured demon girl. Knowing this, it was better to go back to the "Ten Thousand Miles of Fragrance" tavern with Landuri and others, why bother to provoke this commotion?

Meleninz saw the werewolf slowly approaching, and her heart was also bitter. Especially when she sensed that the level of the fighting qi released by the werewolf was actually close to the ninth level of the holy rank, she even tightened her brows. I didn't expect that I had just escaped from the seal, and the people I met were either already at the Holy Rank, or close to the Saint Rank, could it be that in the two thousand years that I was sealed, the overall level of martial arts on the Northumbhid Continent had greatly improved a lot?

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Mei Linz's mouth, the spiritual attack just now had exhausted the last bit of her mental strength that was originally the end of the strong crossbow. Seriously injured, she was no longer able to deal with a ninth-level martial artist. Although it had to be placed in the past, even if there were dozens of ninth-level martial artists, they would only be killed by her in an instant. But at this moment, a ninth-level martial artist could completely easily kill her.

He was a great lord of the abyss, and he would die at the hands of a ninth-level martial artist, especially since this ninth-level martial artist was still a lowly, dirty, ugly and vulgar orc, this was really embarrassing!

Melinz sighed softly.

The blade suddenly loosened his body, and the spiritual power restraint that limited the movement speed under his feet disappeared all at once. The demon girl in the alley sat with her back against the wall, completely ignoring his presence, holding a white flute in her hand, and playing a serenade with a faint melody as if no one was around.

The blade suddenly stopped ten meters in front of Mehrinz. At this time, the dark clouds over Portland City were thicker, and in the dark night where he couldn't see his fingers, the eyes of the blade flashed with a faint green light, like a wolf about to attack in the dark, staring coldly at the girl.

The Wolf clan's natural eye for night vision made him not need to care about the darkness that was as dark as ink.

The sword in Blade's hand slowly raised, and the blade pointed at Mehrintz.

Merinz still played the bone flute calmly. At this time, the face of the Abyss Lord no longer had the indifference and arrogance of the iceberg in the past, and there was only a look of indifference and loneliness, just like the ...... of a dark orchid that bloomed alone in the empty valley.

Is the once feared Requiem of the Death of the Abyss High Lord playing a dying requiem for himself at the end of this heroic journey?

Syllable!

A drop of rain suddenly fell from the sky, and the moment it hit the earth, it made a small soft sound and splashed in all directions.

Bang Bang Bang!

One by one, the raindrops fell and hit the ground. In the blink of an eye, the sound of rain filled the streets of Portland. Worry-free love book network

With the sound of the flute, the city of Portland ushered in the first spring rain since the beginning of spring.

......

Inside the Wolf Cavalry Camp in the Beamon Empire, Arnathan Region.

"Lalala! I am a beautiful female instructor, the evening breeze is blowing, the military horn is sounding, the stupid wolf cavalry, the female instructor who looks at them with a sad face, the beautiful female instructor ......!" Julie looked quite in a good mood after bathing, she was wrapped in a bathrobe, while wiping her wet hair with a bath towel, while softly humming a self-composed, completely styleless song, towards her bedroom Shi Shiran.

When he was about to reach the bedroom door, the singing stopped abruptly, and Julie's face suddenly turned cold, and then he flashed into the bedroom.

"Who is it?" Julie shouted in an unkind tone. After all, whoever breaks into someone else's room without their permission, especially a girl's boudoir, is quite rude anyway, and it's no wonder Julie is angry!

"It's me, Julie. A low, hoarse voice rang out from the bedroom.

"Trazcott, why are you here?" Julie cried out in surprise after seeing who was coming, and then she suddenly lost her voice and said, "Trazcott, are you hurt? God, who can hurt you?"

In the bedroom, a handsome, blue-faced human man slumped limply on a chair, his chest rising and falling, as if it was difficult to even breathe. His body was covered in blood, and it was obvious that he had suffered a lot of injuries.

There was a faint aura of a dragon on the man's body, and he, like Julie, was also a dragon transformed into a human.

"Julie, I'm dying, I'm worried I won't make it back to Sunset Mountain alive. I didn't think that when I passed by around here, I actually sensed your breath, I wasn't sure, but I just tried to come and take a look, but I didn't expect to meet you! Julie, why did you leave the Sunset Mountains? Did you also come to the earthly world to travel and adventure like me? But the king of the silver dragon clan spoils you so much, can he be willing to let you out alone?" Suddenly meeting his acquaintance, Trazcott seemed very excited, and said a lot of words in one breath, but because of the mood swings, the wound hurt, and he couldn't help frowning deeply.

"Tell me, Trazcott, what the hell is going on?" Julie's little face turned into a rare seriousness, "Who injured you?"

Dragon Slayer, as the name suggests, is the top powerhouse with dragon slaying strength among other races on the Northumbheed continent except for the dragon race. They slay dragons, either greedy for the treasures collected by the dragons, or obsessed with the reputation they gained after slaying the dragons, in short, people like them are the objects of extreme hatred of the dragons, and they are also the targets of the dragons' frequent hunting.

"No," Trazcott shook his head and said weakly, "The one who injured me was an Abyss Lord from the Abyss Demon Realm. ”

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The rain started to fall heavily in Portland.

In the rain, the sound of the flute had long since stopped, and Blade and Mehrinz had been staring at each other silently for a long time.

The fighting qi that enveloped the blade had turned into a solid flame, jumping slowly, turning the raindrops into bursts of steaming water. Within two meters of him, he was completely unaffected by the rain.

As she sat on the ground, with her back to the wall, she was already soaking wet, and the rain trickled down her hair, down her pale face, and on her towering chest, which was panting and heaving from the injury.

The ragged black robe, the shocking wounds, the red blood, and the beautiful face constitute what a poignant picture in this cold and rainy night!

But the haughty look that never bowed his head still hung on that pale face.

"Filthy beast, why don't you do it?Away from me, are you still afraid that I, a seriously injured woman, will not succeed?," Merlenz let out a sneer, breaking the long silence between the two sides. She slowly rose from the ground with her back against the wall.

"Hey, in the face of a Saint-Rank powerhouse, I don't think I can be too careful, right? A master of your level, no matter how much you have the ability to fight to the death under a serious injury! Hmph, the thunderous blow of a Saint-rank powerhouse who is seriously injured and dying is not at all something that those of us who have not entered the Saint Rank can withstand. Now that I have the upper hand, why should I attack in such a hurry? Maybe I will fall into your trap in the slightest. If it drags on like this, I won't suffer anyway. Unaffected by Mehrin Inz's agitated approach, the blade said tepidly.