The black parrot had already started to kill, and the black feathers around its body were blown by the air released by himself in a windless state. The surrounding Deadpools, who were originally not afraid of death, actually retreated one by one unconsciously. Clearly, they felt something, fear and nervousness from their hearts, even if they were not afraid of death but they were afraid of the black parrot in front of them.

I looked at the Seven Killing Ghost Knife, and the blade was fine, obviously the black parrot's hand was still a little weaker compared to the Ghost Knife. At this moment, the black parrot raised its injured hand to look at me, then looked at me again, and then gently licked the wound. Something was starting to look wrong, and I looked into his eyes with a frown, as if it felt like his eyes weren't the same as before. It's not that his murderous aura is so strong that it makes people feel that his eyes have changed. But the eyeballs seem to be really different from before, the color of the eyeballs has become much darker, and the bloodshot around the eyeballs has also become a lot thicker, and even after careful inspection, it even makes people feel that these eyes are not human.

Soon the wounded hand was bleeding again, and he walked towards me again. But this time it was me who did it first, and the Seven Killing Ghost Knife slashed out diagonally, it seemed that it was because the knife just now failed to occupy too much of the upper hand, so it made the psychic ghost knife a little angry, and after this knife was slashed out, I felt that the black light on the ghost knife knife was a little thicker.

This time, the black parrot did not take the white blade with his bare hands, and at the moment when the Seven Killing Ghost Knife slashed down, his body fluttered strangely to the side, but the Seven Killing Ghost Knife fell short this time, and the black parrot showed an unusual calmness, like a black blade-like nail stabbing my throat.

"Bang!" I reached out and grabbed it, grabbed the other person's wrist with a force, and pulled it to my side, but the black parrot did not fall. It stands to reason that my strength is not small, and because I have practiced kung fu, my skills are still good. The average adult loses his center of gravity and is pulled to the ground when I pull and mix my feet. But the black parrot is a first-class master after all, and my posture of pulling and mixing didn't work. His body looked thin, as if it could be blown down by a gust of wind, but at the moment, it seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

He and I didn't have long to stalemate, but I saw that this guy's nails suddenly became longer as if they had mutated, and they stabbed out, and the sharp fingertips pierced my chest at once, and soon I felt something like venom seeping from his nails and starting to invade my body.

"Boom!" I slammed the parrot away, and I took a few steps back. Holding my chest, the wound hurt slightly, but it was bearable, but the venom that accompanied his fingernails invading my body was very deadly. First, I am now in the tiger's den in Longtan and can't get out for a while, and secondly, I don't know what poison he gave me, and I don't know how to detoxify if I don't know what poison.

"How can your nails suddenly get longer? And how can venom seep out of your nails? "I'm not feeling too bad right now, but the injured area has started to go slightly numb, which is a sign that the venom is spreading.

"What do you say?" But at this moment, he turned his neck and pulled open the collar to reveal the place where the shoulder blades and the neck were connected, and it was in this place that there were traces of injection at this moment.

"You've put demon poison into your body!" My first reaction was this, in fact, it is not difficult to guess, since the demon poison god dares to use it, it will not only be used on Deadpool. The black parrot's body has mutated, and I originally thought that his eyes were just an illusion for me, but now it seems that it is because of the demon poison that affects his body.

"When did you get the injection? Why didn't I see it...... "From the beginning of the hand to the time he now shows the traces of the injection, this guy has never disappeared from my eyes during the whole process, and he has not taken out a needle or anything like that and put it in his neck.

"I can't do without demon poison." The black parrot is not in a hurry to do it with me now, he is very confident in his venom, and every second of delay he is more confident of defeating me, although the venom will encounter obstacles in my body, but as long as it takes a long time, it will inevitably attack, and when the time comes, he will win without a fight is not better than fighting to the death with me?

"You ......" I was just about to speak, when my chest suddenly began to feel tight, and I felt a little out of breath.

"I'm the one who injects the most demon poison into the Divine Gate, and I've cooperated with the boss to conduct demon poison experiments since I first entered the Divine Gate. Surprisingly, my body has a perfect fusion of demon poison. Demon poison can help me improve my strength, and I became dependent after being injected with demon poison for a while. I wouldn't be able to live without it......"

I raised the Seven Killing Ghost Knife and tried to attack the black parrot, but this grandson really didn't fight me, kept distancing himself from me, and continued to talk to me, distracting me.

The black parrot is a natural killer, and it makes sense for Luo Wuxin to describe him in this sentence. He is cold and rational by nature, and although he is a little competitive, he does not have any guilt when it comes to killing. An incident happened when Luo Wuxin first saw the black parrot, at that time, Luo Wuxin had not yet formed a Shenmen, but he had an idea, so he ran around the country, secretly preparing to absorb some talents he felt had potential. At that time, the black parrot was just a casual customer, and he hadn't even started to be a killer, and his skills were also very weak, so he relied on a small business to make a living on weekdays. But he is really not a business material, and he is not born to be very bad with the world.

At that time, Luo Wuxin was passing by the town where the black parrot was, and an incident happened, and several people died in the local circle. It is estimated that the real murderer wanted to find someone to carry the black pot, so he deducted the basin to the black parrot's head. Fortunately, the people in the entire circle inside and outside the town are ready to take the black parrot to pay for their lives.

On that day, more than a dozen outlaws surrounded the black parrot and prepared to slaughter him on the south hill behind the town. At that time, many people in the circle came to see the excitement, and they all felt that although it was too much, no one dared to stand up and say a word. Luo Wuxin was also in the crowd, but when he arrived, there was already a fight on the mountain.

At that time, the black parrot had never killed anyone, and they had never slaughtered animals on weekdays. But as soon as the fight started, this kid's hands were not soft at all, holding a dagger knife and stabbing the opponent with a knife, and every knife wanted someone's life. Although there was no rule in the fight, he couldn't stand him from killing people as if he didn't want to die, and one of them was really knocked down by the black parrot. At that time, the black parrot held a dagger and stabbed the man's throat, and the man did not die immediately, and he still clutched his throat and could not speak, but the blood flowed all over the place, and everyone around him changed their faces.

That time, the black parrot pulled out its dagger and stood up with a blank expression, as if he had just trampled an ant to death instead of killing anyone. That scene made Luo Wuxin remember it until now, and it was because of that scene that he let the black parrot enter the Divine Gate to pass on his powerful exercises.

A person who is born to dare to kill is not the most terrible, there are many brave people on the battlefield, they hate war and they also hate their own blood on their hands, but in order to survive they must fight, they must kill the enemy. People who like to kill are not terrible, this kind of person is often a pervert in his heart, the more he likes to kill, the more he will die, and he will often be carried away when he enters the battlefield or fights with others. The truly terrible person is the kind of person who doesn't care about life and sees human life as if it were a stone. They calmly analyze, ignore other people's lives or even their own lives, don't care if they can survive, and don't care how scared the other person is. Killing a person is as guiltless as plucking a flower. Such a person is the calmest and most difficult opponent in battle, and the black parrot is born to do just that.

Life has no weight in his eyes, and he doesn't even care about his own life. Because he doesn't care, because he has no feeling for killing, he is a natural killer at this time.

I felt my chest getting tighter and tighter, breathing became more and more difficult, the scene in front of me gradually blurred, my ears "buzzed...... and my head swirled as if I couldn't stand and fell down and never woke up again.

The black parrot looked at me indifferently, then looked at his nails and sneered: "It seems that I am overthinking, you are far less powerful than I think." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, I slipped and fell to the ground.