"No, it's too much of a loss to fight for physical strength with internal strength." Yuehong finally stopped, confronting the alien porcupine, his expression was very solemn.

The physical fitness of this xenomorph porcupine is too strong, and if he continues to escape like this, the final result will only be that his internal strength is exhausted and he will be reduced to fish on the board.

I don't know what kind of madness it is, but it is chasing itself vigorously, I am afraid that it will not give up easily, in this case, Yuehong is afraid that it is not necessary to escape again, it is better to fight to the death.

Of course, it is also possible that Yuehong was lucky, and the porcupine didn't want to chase it anymore on the way, and finally Yuehong left safely, but Yuehong didn't dare to bet on this illusory opportunity, he still preferred to seize the opportunity in his hands.

Fight!

A flash of determination flashed in Yuehong's eyes, and he drew a short sword from his waist, and then greeted the porcupine.

Whether it is Nangong Ling'er or Leng Qingxue, the fighting style is biased towards progress, so taught, Yuehong's fighting style is naturally biased towards progress, in terms of his current strength, the short sword is the best weapon, and it is just right to deal with this porcupine.

The strength of the porcupine itself is very strong, rampage along the way, basically not too thick trees were directly broken by it, Yuehong has never practiced external skills, dare not fight with it, can only be around it carefully around, looking for opportunities to attack.

Fortunately, because of its huge size, the porcupine is not as flexible as Yuehong, so Yuehong quickly found an opportunity, slightly accumulated, and tentatively slashed a sword at the porcupine.

Swish!

The short sword slashed down the hair's hair, and Yue Hong found that after the short sword cut off its hair, it only left a shallow cut on the porcupine's body, and the thick skin and flesh of the porcupine were really beyond Yue Hong's expectations.

The porcupine seemed to be annoyed by Yuehong's actions, and let out a deep snort and roar, and made a few gouging movements on the ground with its hind feet, and then slammed into Yuehong, pointing its sharp fangs at him.

was out of his mind, seeing that the momentum of the porcupine's collision was quite huge, Yue Hong suddenly came back to his senses, and his footwork was mysterious, using the tree body as a cover, and moved away, but Yue Hong was out of his mind before, the porcupine had already rushed to his front, although Yue Hong was transported through the forest and the valley in time, but it was somewhat slow, and finally although it was dangerous and dangerous, he dodged it dangerously, but his arm was also cut out of a bloody mouth by his fangs.

Sting!

The white clothes were stained with blood.

Frowning slightly, Yuehong didn't dare to relax, and confronted him tightly.

"There is not much internal force,"

The previous chase had consumed a lot of his internal strength, and the strength of this xenomorph porcupine was too much beyond him, if it weren't for the fact that he had cultivated through the forest and the valley to the fullest, and the surrounding environment was a mountain forest, and the mysteries of the forest and the valley had been exerted to the limit, I am afraid that he would have been caught up by it a long time ago.

Yue Hong frowned and thought, this porcupine has rough skin and thick meat, even the steel short sword can only cut a little, and with its huge body, even if the short sword is all pierced, I am afraid it will be difficult to completely kill it.

It must be attacked!

In an instant, Yue Hong had already made a decision in his heart.

He can't hold on for long, he has to fight for himself to survive!

The deep pupils suddenly flashed with a fierce light, and Yuehong's figure swept through the mountains and forests, and the curve gracefully rushed towards the porcupine, and the short blade was quietly covered with a faint edge.

The porcupine is brutal by nature, and he just wants to tear apart this human person in front of him, how can he hesitate at the moment, his fangs are aimed at Yuehong, and his body like a hill suddenly greets him, and a puff of dust is set up behind him.

Rumble!

Imminent!

……

Back Mountain.

Under the shade of a large tree, a little girl is leaning against the tree, flipping through a quaint book in her little hand.

The little girl was about five or six years old, wearing a long-sleeved dress in azure, and her long black and silky hair was naturally draped behind her shoulders without any modification. She has a pair of large royal blue eyes, which are a little delicate, but in the depths there is a depth that is very inappropriate for her age.

The body is thin, and a pale color can be faintly seen on the delicate little face, which is hopeful and pitiful.

She sat quietly on the lawn reading a book, and a few rare rays of light shimmered through the heavy leaves hit her hair, like the joy of the elf of light, which seemed extremely peaceful and serene.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, the green grass caressed, swaying, and the little girl's hair fluttered with it.

She lifted her small hand slightly and straightened her hair.

Suddenly, the little girl heard a slight roar of wild beasts and the chaotic sounds of battle coming from the mountains and forests behind her.

"Elder Ling, is something going on over there?" The little girl asked softly, her voice clearly weak.

However, she is clearly the only one here, who is she talking to?

Swish!

Under the shade of the tree, a mysterious person wearing a cloak and shrouded in darkness suddenly appeared, standing quietly beside the little girl.

He was hidden in the shadows, as if he had always been there.

"Miss Hui, the little master of the Xiao family, Xiao Hong, encountered a demonic beast in the later life." The cloaked man, who is known as listening to the old, said in a slightly old voice, but with a neutral tone.

"Xiao Hong? How did he run away to the back mountain? The little girl was a little surprised, although she had just arrived at the Xiao family, she also knew about this person, and immediately asked, "How is the situation now?" ”

"It's a little bad, Xiao Hong didn't step into the fighter, but his opponent was a first-level demonic beast, a hairy porcupine."

"Porcupine ...... Although it is only a relatively weak few of the first-level demonic beasts, it is always a first-level demonic beast," Hearing this, the little girl closed the ancient book, groaned slightly, and said, "Let's go and see, don't let him die." ”

"Yes." Under the cloak, Ling Lao nodded in response, stretched out his hand and put it on the little girl's shoulder, and a stream of gray energy gushed out from his palm, wrapping the little girl's whole body, forming an energy cover.

Swish!

A pair of gray phantom wings suddenly appeared from behind Ling Lao, and then with a flutter of his wings, he took the little girl directly into the air, flying towards the back mountain at an extremely fast speed.

"Huh!" At this moment, Ling Lao suddenly snorted softly.

"Elder Ling, what's wrong?"

But before Ling Lao could answer, they had already arrived at their destination.

In the eyes, a man and a beast were lying on the ground.

The young man was dressed in a moon-white robe, his face was handsome, but at this time his whole body was covered with color, his clothes were in tatters, his white clothes were stained with blood, and the most exaggerated thing was a big hole in his abdomen, as if he had been pierced by something, and the wound was very serious.

On the opposite side of the young man, a very fierce-looking porcupine had fallen to the ground at this time, silent.

Looking at the blood stains on the porcupine's fangs, it seems that it was the one who pierced the man.

The porcupine also had a number of wounds, but they were not deep, and the most lethal of them were its eyes, a huge hole, as if pierced by something sharp, piercing through the brain.

There was a dagger on the ground, but it didn't match the wound.

What is clear is that the young man killed the porcupine, but at the cost of his own serious injuries and coma.

And around this, there are many obvious traces of battle.