The Demon Hunter deliberately found this place to camp today, obviously waiting for what Xu Yichen was behind, so he said very calmly: "The Demon Hunter's original enemies are these ghosts, ghosts. But now that the Chaos Demons are rampant, many Demon Hunters have forgotten what they have done, and today is the right time to make up for this lesson for you. ”

"The swamp ghost usually appears as a drowned woman, moves silently, and sometimes can be behind a target, generally giving preference to young men as its hunting target." Demon hunter Gangze continued his teaching.

But the lady behind Xu Yichen was obviously a little impatient, his prey was reluctant to turn back, making it a little impatient, Xu Yichen could feel a slender snake like a forked letter sweeping back and forth on his neck, and the cold and slippery touch made him shiver.

Xu Yichen used his own will to forcibly suppress the fear in his heart, and the sudden fear just now almost made him lose his ability to think: "Teacher, what you said don't look back, is it literal?" ”

The demon hunter on the other side of the camp stepped out of his tent and sat cross-legged three steps away from Xu Yichen, as if it was just a daily communication time between the master and apprentice.

"The swamp ghost is a very dangerous thing, no matter how strong or low it is, it can capsize in the gutter, and there are not a few high-level transcendents who die in its hands. But once you understand it, it's no threat. When it comes into contact with its chosen target, it can't hurt you unless the chosen one turns back to face its eyes. The demon hunter looked at Xu Yichen, who had calmed down, and didn't know how many times he praised his apprentice in his heart, he was like a flawless diamond, so dazzling in all directions.

"It uses fear spells, and if it lives long enough, it can evolve the effects of the fear aura." The Demon Hunter patiently explained, as if he was about to stick his tongue into his ear without looking at the ghost behind his apprentice.

"It's a very peculiar being, neither a creature nor a chaos, and no one knows where they came from." The demon hunter stuck his long sword next to the fire, and the firelight was reflected on Xu Yichen's face by the sharp blade, and he could feel the ghost lying behind him flinch slightly.

"I think it's better to teach this kind of thing than to simply explain theories." The demon hunter winked at Xu Yichen, obviously the effect of this practice would definitely make his apprentice memorable.

Xu Yichen used his greatest perseverance to resist the urge to look back, took a deep breath, but found that the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of corpses soaked in formalin: "What will happen if I don't look back?" ”

The Demon Hunter was amused by his apprentice: "Haha, that's right, as long as you can keep holding on and not looking back, it can't hurt you, not even run away!" But not everyone is as strong as you, and most ordinary people, even if they persist in the test of dread, will become weaker and weaker by the side of the swamp ghost, stop losing consciousness, and then be sucked dry by it like pudding. ”

"Of course, if you really hold on all night, it will turn into a puddle of clear water the moment the morning sun rises, and nothing will be left." Sir Gangze said lightly: "Only after killing enough lives can the swamp give birth to this kind of ghost, if you encounter this kind of thing in the future, don't let any of them go." ”

"Yes, teacher, I see." Xu Yichen also replied respectfully as if he was in class, not caring about the alien life behind him.

Xu Yichen slowly got up from the ground and approached the [White Wolf Claw] inserted by the demon hunter on the ground, and the swamp ghost behind him writhed his body irritably, making a hoarse roar in Xu Yichen's ears, as if urging the person in front of him to look back at it.

Spectral Damage - All Spirit-type and ghost-type monsters that are immune to physical damage, and those holding the White Wolf's Claws can deal normal damage to them.

This is the attribute that Xu Yichen saw when he first used the [White Wolf Claw] in battle, and the special characteristics brought by the weapon made of Valyrian steel.

Prior to the discovery of Valyrian steel, only silver weapons could deal effective damage to the creature, but the texture of silver weapons was so soft that demon hunters had to carry two weapons at the same time to deal with different enemies.

Now, Xu Yichen, who is holding the [White Wolf Claw], will use this metal of the new era to judge all alien races that harm humans, without mercy, without mercy, only killing.

"In the name of humanity!" Xu Yichen roared, and at the moment when the deterrent effect brought by the [White Wolf's Claw] took effect, he looked back with his sword!

Xu Yichen, who had been suppressed by the ghost behind him for half a night, saw the whole picture of his enemy for the first time, as if the body composed of silt as a whole showed a rotten green, forming the upper body of a woman, floating in mid-air.

The body that had begun to disappear from the abdomen was only the mutilated internal organs, which occasionally spilled some fragments and fell to the ground, turning into water stains, and an extraordinarily thick intestine spread from here to the depths of the swamp.

"Die! Monster! Thinking that this monster was still grinding with his ears and temples before, Xu Yichen couldn't help but roar angrily and waved the long sword in his hand, relying on the inertia brought by the weight of the sword body to behead with a sword!

Chong Guan's anger caused Xu Yichen to slash out a second sword from top to bottom before the corpse of the swamp ghost hit the ground, splitting the headless corpse in two, and the splashing of various organ body fluids fell far away two meters away.

The monster that was dismembered as if it had never appeared after landing, turned into clear water and disappeared into the dirt, Xu Yichen, who was holding a long sword, tried to calm his mood, and the sound of rapid breathing showed that his heart was not as calm as he had shown before.

The demon hunter stepped forward, took the long sword from his hand, and patted him on the shoulder: "You will slowly get used to it in the future, this world is not friendly to humans, remember that you are a demon hunter, never be merciful to foreign races." ”

With that, the Demon Hunter walked back to his tent and resumed his interrupted meditation.

Xu Yichen took two deep breaths alone around the campfire, and slowly immersed himself in the world of meditation.

The night flew by, and it was the dawn of the day.

As soon as it was dawn, the demon hunter Gangze awoke from his meditation, and when he stood up, his apprentice was already standing respectfully at the door of the tent.

"From today onwards, I will teach you the unique swordsmanship of our demon hunters, the sword art of Piruette, and the dance of killing." The Demon Hunter spoke solemnly.