The cold blade emitted a cold light like snow in the crypt, and the sharp blade tore the air and slashed at Chen Li's neck, but the imaginary scene of blood spilling did not appear, Chen Li's neck only bloomed with a large cloud of red sparks, just like when cutting metal.

A finger-thick gap appeared on his chin, blood gushed out like a spring, looking terrifying, this injury could be quickly recovered for Chen Li.

"Huh? Why is this happening? The owner of the scimitar groaned in the darkness, his tone full of surprise.

At the same time, the attack of Chen Li's left hand finally bombarded Guldan's body, and the violent elemental flow surged throughout the crypt in an instant, and the stones above the hard stone wall were also shaken down in a torrent.

The strong energy exploded in front of Guldan's eyes, and without giving it extra time to react, the fragile bridge of the nose and the bones of the face were instantly cracked by Chen Li, and its entire face collapsed, looking much more hideous and terrifying.

"Click!" Under this blow, Gul'dan even broke the fangs at the corners of his mouth, and the whole person flew upside down and crashed into the stone wall in the distance.

"What people!" Chen Li didn't care about Guldan's tragic situation, put away his fists, and looked vigilantly into the surrounding darkness.

He tightened his fists and stared, his gaze scanning every area carefully, until he finally spotted a vague figure clinging to a wall above it.

"Can't even see through my demonic eyes?" The alarm bell in his heart was ringing, and this was the first time that the Demon Eye had been frustrated.

The other party moved quickly in various dark corners, and Chen Li's gaze also shifted, and after a few clicks, the other party also knew that his location had been exposed, and began to consciously run towards the depths of the tomb.

"Humph! Since you're here, don't go! How could Chen Li let the other party come and go freely, and as soon as he stepped on his feet, he chased after him like a lightning speed.

As the distance approached, the appearance of the other party gradually became clearer.

With goat-like horns, a lion-like tail, purple skin and hair, and cracked hooves, this is a demon of Sartre who has lived in the tomb of Sargeras for an unknown amount of time!

The scimitar had white bones on the handle, and Chen Li had the illusion of a bloody smell just by looking at it.

"But why did the demon Satyr help Gul'dan? These two should not know each other, or are they enemies? Although Chen Li was a little puzzled, he still chased after him.

This satyr was transformed by the Night Elf after being corrupted by a curse, so the skin is purple, it is good at acting in the dark, the agility attribute is high, and with the sharp scimitar in his hand, if it is allowed to lurk in the dark, it will be a very big threat.

Chen Li's five fingers opened slightly, pinched a ball of black energy, straightened his arm, and flung it forward.

"How.. What's going on! Am I slowing down? The demon of Sartre noticeably slowed down, and the gravel under his feet began to move slowly backwards.

"It's not a delusion!" It looked behind it in horror, a pitch-black sphere swirling in midair, and the surrounding air and water droplets were slowly attracted to it.

Passing behind the sphere, Chen Li, who was clenching his fists, had already chased after him.

"Humph! Since I can't leave, then I'll just kill you here! The Sartre Demon exchanged the scimitars in his hands left and right, and the brilliant cold light blew like a cold wind in the gloomy aisle.

The sword flashed, shining on the corner of Chen Li's eyes, and the Sartre Demon seemed to disappear out of thin air, and then, a piercing cold feeling came from his back.

"In the back!" He immediately bent down and rolled forward.

The bright light of the knife slashed a few strands of hair on the top of Chen Li's head, and then followed the force towards his scalp, the cold stinging sensation burning his nerves.

"This demon is so superb in martial arts!" Chen Li's feet shook violently, and the shockwave pushed the Sutter Demon away into the distance.

"It's useless! As long as it is in the darkness, it is the territory of the demon of Sartre! No living creature can get out alive from here! The demon's cunning voice began to come from all directions.

Chen Li secretly tensed his nerves and listened to the movements around him.

"Here!" He sharply turned around and punched the hilt of the sliced blade, nearly knocking the scimitar off the demon of Sutter's hand.

"Humph! To be ashamed, a little thing that doesn't even have its own domain dares to be presumptuous in front of me! ”

He finally captured the other party's figure, and instantly saw through all the details of the other party.

The black scales began to cover Chen Li's whole body, and the slender demon tail "snapped!" in the air! Twitching.

"Poof! Boast! Two consecutive impacts sounded from behind Chen Li, and he controlled the demon's tail to easily block the two attacks of the satyr demon.

At this time, whether it was attributes or skills, he had already crushed the Sartre Demon without any doubt, if it weren't for the excessive darkness around him that hid the whereabouts of the other party, he would have died in the hands of Chen Li.

Seeing that his attack could not cause damage to Chen Li, the anger in the heart of the demon of Sartre became more and more turbulent, the scarlet color flashed from its eyes, and the speed of the other party suddenly increased.

The curve as thin as a cicada's wings slashed down in mid-air, instantly dividing into dozens of knife shadows, directly taking Chen Li's Heavenly Spirit Gai, ruthless to the limit!

"It's useless! Let's see what demonic power is! Chen Li sneered, and the two magnetic balls staggered in front of him, scattering almost all the knife shadows and disappearing, leaving only the last blade as white as moonlight in the dark figure of the Sutter Demon.

He took a step forward, as if by a moat, and grabbed Sutter's wrist.

The other party knew that something was wrong, let go of his right hand, caught the fallen scimitar with his other hand, and continued to slash at Chen Li's chest.

"No.. That's impossible! Sparks bloomed one after another in Chen Li's chest, and the sound of clanging metal collisions echoed in the aisle, allowing the demon Sartre to attack in every way, leaving only white marks.

With a punch from Chen Li, Sartre's demon's head burst out like a watermelon, and the black blood that had been corrupted by the curse flowed down the cracks in the floor tiles.

This punch seemed to stimulate some mechanism in the entire tomb, and the sound of stones rubbing against each other sounded chaotically, and then, from the depths of the passage in front of him, a ghostly roar came and went.

"Oops! The demons are alarmed! ”