On the outskirts of Beijing, in a gloomy alley, a lone lamp is dim.

The late night in early autumn was already a little cool, and a night cat slipped under the street lamp, meowed, and quietly burrowed into the alley, leaving a long and narrow shadow, swaying.

A few seconds later, in the darkest corner of the alley, a cold light suddenly flashed, almost invisible.

The night cat didn't even have time to scream before he fell to the ground.

In the darkness, a withered hand stretched out, grabbed the carcass of a wild cat, and there was a creepy gnawing sound, rustling in the silent night.

A faint smell of blood gradually wafted through the air.

At the mouth of the alley, a thin figure walked under the street lamp, stretched out his white and slender fingers, and knocked a few times on the steel lamppost of the street lamp, and the sound was very weird.

In the shadows of the alley, a thin skeleton-like figure walked out.

The man's clothes were empty, as if they were on a clothes rack. The skin of the whole person was like a layer of white paper covering the skeleton, and the cheeks were deeply collapsed.

His eyes turned out to be weirdly blood-red, and he was still holding the corpse of half a dead cat in his hand, and a drop of blood was left at the corner of his mouth, which looked extremely terrifying and weird.

This person looked at Ye Cuo, with a trace of bloodthirsty cruelty in his eyes, and in the palm of his hand, a paper-thin scimitar exuded a faint cold light.

"So, did you kill the butterfly, or did the butterfly rebel?" The strange skeleton-like man in front of him had a hoarse voice, like the sound of fingernails scratching the blackboard, reaching people's ears, and people couldn't help but feel a sense of heartbreak.

Ye Cuo looked at the person in front of him and remembered the name that the butterfly shouted in a nightmare in his previous life: Blood Demon.

If you find a person that butterflies hate the most, the blood demon will definitely be in the top three.

This person cultivates evil skills and has a thirst for killing, not to carry out a mission, but only to satisfy the killing intent in his heart.

In Butterfly's only remaining memory, there has always been a vague figure who killed her entire family and took her captive to the bloody killing base.

That figure is most likely a blood demon.

When Ye Cuo and Butterfly met in the previous life, there was no trace of the blood demon, but since they met in this life, Ye Cuo couldn't let him go.

At this time, the blood demon looked at Ye Cuo, and there was a trace of greed in his eyes.

His cultivation of "Blood Remnant Gong" uses human blood as a medicine.

The stronger the person, the more useful the blood is to it.

The blood demon doesn't know how many people it has killed, and its own strength is also in the top twenty among the Huaxia branch of the blood killing, which is very terrifying.

At this time, he threw the wild cat corpse in his hand, looked at Ye Cuo, grinned silently, and a mouth full of blood and carrion flowed down his chin: "Don't dare to mutiny with butterflies, or if you kill her, it doesn't matter." Today, I want the essence and blood in your heart!"

Ye Cuo sneered: "It's just right, I lack a bowl to feed the dog at home, your skull, if you repair it a little, you can use it." ”

The blood demon sneered, and in his eyes, it was bright red for a moment, as if it was about to emit fire.

"Kill!" both of them shouted wildly, almost without dialogue, and killed each other directly.

For a moment, the ambient air seemed to cool.

"Die!" Ye Cuo faced this master who didn't know the realm, he didn't dare to be careless, and directly entered the state of half-dragonization, a pair of arms, densely popping with pale golden scales, without waiting for the blood demon to prepare, he immediately punched towards his face.

The golden fist is particularly dazzling at night, and this punch has a mysterious trajectory, directly enveloping the range of a few zhang in a radius.

Bang!

What surprised Ye Cuo was that the blood demon's body seemed to be powerless, like a straw in the air, as if it had been swept away by Ye Cuo's fist wind, and it actually stuck to his fist and dodged.

"Boy, with this little means, it's better to kill yourself directly and let me drink your blood. The blood demon's scimitar tore through pieces of space in the air, like a net, intertwined, and swept towards Ye Cuo like a tide.

Woooo

There was a tooth-sore cutting sound, in the alley, the fire splashed, and in just a dozen seconds, Ye Cuo's arms and his scimitar collided hundreds of times.

The two took a few steps back at the same time, and Ye Cuo was horrified to find that the dragon scales on his arm had been broken a lot, and the red blood slowly seeped out.

Ye Cuo's eyelids jumped, and his heart began to sink gradually.

After the dragonization, the proud defensive power did not have much effect in front of the blood demon.

The strength of the blood demon seems to be not something that he can deal with at all.

Ye Cuo hurriedly pulled out the soft sword in his belt with one hand.

The blood demon sneered, looking at the soft sword in Ye Cuo's belt, with a hint of contempt in his eyes: "Boy, you can't do it, just tie your hands and arrest it." Your martial arts are amazing, but if you want to kill me, it will be possible after three years. But you won't have that chance!"

A knife as bright as day flashed, and a blade like flowing water slashed along Ye Cuo's neck, poof, and a knife of blood splashed.

Ye Cuo quickly took a dozen steps back, a thin wound on his neck, and blood gushed unstoppably.

At this moment, Ye Cuo seemed to have returned to the life of licking blood on the knife edge in his previous life, and every second, he brushed shoulders with death, and he really felt the taste of death.

He reached out and pulled out a few golden needles, pricked his neck a few times, and only then breathed a sigh of relief when the blood stopped gushing.

The blood demon stretched out his tongue and licked Ye Cuo's blood on his scimitar, as if a drug addict had come into contact with drugs, he shivered, and the greed in his eyes suddenly exploded like gasoline on fire, looking at Ye Cuo's eyes, like a hungry beast.

As if he couldn't wait, a howl erupted from the blood demon's throat and rushed towards Ye Cuo.

"Die!" roared in the blood demon's throat, and the blade fell like layers of snow.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

A series of fine collision sounds, Ye Cuo's soft sword, like a snake struck by lightning in the air, trembled constantly, as if it would break at any time.

On the face, body, and arms, small wounds appeared one after another.

The skin of Ye Cuo's whole body began to appear with fine scales, but these scales were like paper paste under the attack of the blood demon with super defensive power in the past.

Fine beads of blood continued to burst out from Ye Cuo's wounds, turning into a blood mist and shattering in the air.

The rich breath of blood made the blood demon scream non-stop.

"Die!" Another slash, Ye Cuo's right arm snapped, the scales were chopped apart, the blade penetrated deep into the muscles, and the soft sword fell to the ground.

The blood demon laughed wildly and stabbed Ye Cuo's heart with a knife.