Walking through the dark woods, Tortureblade muttered to himself the words of the old hunter, "There are two things in the world that hunters can always rely on, one is a weapon, and the other is loneliness." Weapons can increase the success rate of hunting. Solitude allows hunters to concentrate more and improve their skills. ”

Reaching out and scratching at the air, a lonely cold wind flowing through his fingers. Tortureblade muttered, "My friend, long time no see. ”

Whew...

In the dark forest, countless madmen roared and struggled desperately, looking for traces of humans.

A piercing roar rang out in his ears, and Tortureblade felt a shiver all over his body.

"The hunt begins." With that, Tortureblade unleashed his best ability, stealth.

The body slowly became transparent, then completely disappeared in the woods.

With Yuelan and them, there are many methods that are inconvenient to use. Some of these skills are necessary for hunting. Like this stealth skill.

This skill is not the skill of the Blade itself, but has been inherited from the old hunter.

Poof!

The wrist knife in his hand easily stabbed through the back of a madman's neck and out of both eyes.

With one blow, the invisible torture blade turned over deftly and jumped from the ground to the tree. Then he pulled a thin thread of psionic energy from the backpack behind his waist.

One end of the silk thread was tied to the trunk of the iron tree, and then the body pulled the silk thread and jumped down.

Landed, the disaster on the left seemed to be felt, and as soon as he turned his head, his head was cut off by the torture blade.

Without touching the corpse of the disaster, the body of the torture blade was like a ghost, pulling silk threads through the woods. The terrifying body dexterously dodges the disasters around him, and the extreme stealth skills make the imminent disasters not feel the slightest.

In a few minutes, two hundred meters of silk thread ran out, and the torture blade turned the entire forest into a maze of traps.

In the trap maze, there are disasters that are disturbed by ghost lock traps and broken line traps.

The white and powerful teeth bit the hideous moon-scar dart, the left hand machete, and the right wrist knife. Tortureblade stood on a tree and watched the ant-like wriggling catastrophe before his body fell.

Bang!

A jump with gravity directly split the two disasters under the tree in half.

This time, the blade was not invisible, but appeared directly in front of all calamities.

After the nearby calamity saw the torture blade, it immediately pounced with teeth and claws, and the torture blade rushed forward, and with a wave of his left hand, the head of the catastrophe at the front fell.

The catastrophe behind continued to rush forward with the corpse of the catastrophe.

But as soon as they rushed out a few meters, these dozen or so calamities were suddenly stopped by the silk threads between the trees, and due to the huge force, the sharp light grain silk threads cut directly into the body of the calamity, cutting them into two sections.

The silk thread touched here caused a reaction elsewhere. Before the two dozen calamities behind the torture blade could move, their bodies were cut off by the silk threads that were taut due to the pull of the force.

The Torture Blade's body quickly and gracefully walked between the corpse and the blood, and the viscous blood sprayed on his body, and even on his face, did not cause any discomfort to the Torture Blade.

Instead, the blood made Tortureblade even more excited.

The scarlet eyes that react when they meet blood are as bright as two blood-red light bulbs in the dark.

The swift movement left the blade with two blood-red rays of light behind it, like a terrible ghost seeking his life.

A knife slashes a madman close to him, and another knife nails a scourge to a tree, then swings his head and slashes.

A sharp moon-scar dart in his mouth sliced off Calamity's head.

Ignoring the blood splattered on his face, Tortureblade glanced at the large crowd of disasters running in the distance. Then he raised his hand and slapped the trunk of the tree next to him.

Then the body quickly collapsed.

Sou!

Not far behind the blade, the taut thread of psionic energy suddenly popped out.

A dreamlike band of light flashed by.

Then, squeak...

Large swaths of iron trees were cut off and fell.

Along with the Iron Tree, there were at least two hundred calamity bodies.

Whew!

Their bodies were cut off, even crushed by tree trunks, and their bodies were pinned to the ground by iron branches, and these madmen continued to struggle and scream. I want to rush up and bite the throat of the torture blade.

One of them, who supported his body with only his hands, jumped up and pounced on the blade.

In the face of this madman's attack, the torture blade did not dodge. His eyes calmly watched as the madman threw himself into the air from a meter to his left and landed on the ground.

"The effect of the line trap and the ghost lock trap hasn't passed yet, you should have a lot of me in your eyes, right?" Tortureblade muttered to himself, cutting off the head of the scourge.

Ten minutes later.

Tortureblade sat on a high platform made entirely of the madman's head, slowly retracting the threads of psionic energy, wrapping them up in a ball, and placing them back into the psionic book.

In the cold night, the blood quickly clotted into lumps. Torture Blade played with a madman's head in his hand, and a hint of intoxication appeared on his once calm face.

Inhale・・・Take a deep breath and inhale the smell of bloody blood into your lungs. The disgusting smell made Torture Blade excited, and his eyes became more and more blood-red.

"569 heads, what a pleasant hunt!" Looking up at the bright moonlight, Tortureblade muttered.

Not far from the halfway up the mountain. More than a dozen youths cautiously moved forward. From time to time, his pale face looked around with palpitations, as if to confirm something.

"Those calamities, were they scared away by those two monsters?" The man dressed in the Tiger Spirit Jian asked cautiously.

"Shhhh You don't want to die, huh? That's a bone worm! I'd rather be killed by a calamity than caught by a bone worm. The young man beside the man said in a trembling voice.

While these people were whispering, the leader whispered, "Be careful, it smells of blood." ”

When the others heard this, their faces turned pale as paper, and they said in a trembling voice, "Could it be that this is also here..."

"Calm down! Stabilization! The girl's voice trembled a little, but her will to survive allowed her to control her fears.

The girl kept admonishing herself to be calm, clenched the sniper rifle in her hand, and moved forward cautiously.

The smell of blood grew stronger, and the faces of these people became paler and paler. One of the young men said, "No, let's go around." ”

"There are disasters all around now, no matter how you go around, you will die, it is better to rush out directly, there is still a glimmer of life." The girl spoke, her face pale, but her expression determined.

The dozen or so boys behind her didn't dare to say more, and silently followed behind her.

Now no one dares to disobey this girl. Half an hour ago, they had more than a hundred companions by their side, and now. There are only a dozen of them left. Those people are not only caught up by crazy people because of the girl's words. And the most terrifying bone worm and the big snake that were attracted by the yelling.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and the faces of the young people became whiter and whiter.

"Look! Oh, my God! A lot of corpses of disaster. One man suddenly exclaimed, pointing to the left front of the group.

When everyone heard this, they looked in the direction and saw a terrifying situation full of corpses.

The iron tree, which was as hard as steel, broke neatly and fell on the hillside.

Under the iron tree, on the hillside, blood was spilled all over the ground, and I don't know how many headless corpses were randomly still here.

"It's—these are crazy people!" A young man said with a trembling voice.

The girl in the lead kept her eyes wandering around, wondering who had killed the crowd of madmen.

Eagle Spirit's excellent vision quickly catches the clues in the darkness.

Two seconds later, she saw a man sitting on a platform made entirely of skulls, halfway up the hill to the far left.

The man sat on the table of the skull, his right hand on his knee, and his left hand playing with the head of a madman, his cheeks covered with blood. A pair of scarlet eyes looked at the bright moon in the sky.

At the moment when his gaze fell on the man, the man seemed to notice the girl's gaze and turned his head to look.

A bare head, a pair of red eyes, only endless coldness and bloodlust. The three-to-three scars that crossed his left eye made him even more hideous and cold.

The blood-soaked mouth slowly grinned, revealing fangs as white as a demon.

Yes!

The girl screamed at the sight of the loss and sat down on the ground.

"What's wrong? Helen!? The young man on the side hurriedly hugged the girl and asked with concern.

The girl named Helen looked up and pointed into the distance, and was about to speak, but found that the person on the pile of people was gone.

In the dark iron woods, Torture Blade looked at the values on his spiritual code.

Health: 2%. Psionics: 3%.

"Well, there's no deviation in the calculation." Torture Blade nodded in satisfaction, and then the spirit was lifted.

The cold wind blew, and Torture Blade felt some pain in his face being blown by the cold wind.

With a flash of light on his hand, a fluffy coat was put on by the torture blade.

Rubbing his hands, the torture blade looked down at the position of the four people on the Lingjian, under the moon.

"I've crossed the mountain, why did I stop again?" Torture Blade said.

The spirit book shows that the distance between himself and the four people under the moon is about ten kilometers in a straight line. The location is on the other side of the mountain, on the slope of the mountain at an altitude of more than 600 meters.

But at this time, the four of them stopped moving forward.

"In a small area of movement, it is estimated that it is not dead. It should be a battle, and it is estimated that it is a rendezvous with the leading contestants. Now that it's converging, I'm going to be a little more relaxed. ”

Torture Blade said, putting his hands in his pockets and slowly moving forward along the mountain road.

On the other side of the mountains, as Tortureblade said. The four of them were fighting, and at the same time they had already joined the troops in front.

Swish! A white sword light flashed. Tsukixia sat up, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then stabbed a red test tube into the soul statue, replenishing the remaining 20% of her health to 30%.

kicked away the madman at his feet, and Yuexia looked at the scratches on his chest and palpitated. If it wasn't for the timely dodge just now, his soul image would have been broken.

"Broken!"

With a loud shout, a huge silvery-white arc of light spread. All the madmen who touched the arc were cut off by the waist and turned into two pieces.

This light is the arc that shaved off the heads of several contestants at the beginning of the competition.

"Brother Liu Zheng actually used his skills! The situation has stabilized. "Beside the moon, a girl said with little stars in her eyes.

At this time, the battlefield was nearing its end. Of the thousands of madmen, only the last dozen or so are left scurrying around. And more than 200 contestants, at this time, only a hundred and a few were saved.

Smack!

Zhang Zisheng's shield slapped the head of one catastrophe to pieces, and the giant sword in the other hand barely parried the attack of another catastrophe.

Lawrence, who was not far away, saw it, raised the submachine gun in his hand, and fired three consecutive shots, blasting the head of the disaster.

Yue Lan in the distance, holding a knife in both hands, and after slashing the last three disasters side by side with Liu Zheng, her body fell to the ground weakly, panting violently.