At the door, the torture blade posture lasted for an hour.

Patience and prudence are the rules of survival for hunters.

After the sixty-seventh muscle contraction, Tortureblade finally saw his goal.

A hunchbacked old man who looked old and frail.

The torture blade crouching on the side of the street did not move, his mind was highly concentrated, and the black pupils stared at the old man's body, trying to find a flaw, and then kill with one blow.

The distance was slowly approaching, and there was no wave in Torture Blade's heart. There's no fear of losing, and there's no excitement of imminent success. Some are just souls that are as firm and cold as the ice of ten thousand years.

Time passed.

Twelve seconds later, the old man came to the side of the street, which was only two meters away from the torture blade. But the blade still didn't move.

"The best time to hunt is always from behind" The old hunter's experience sounded in his head.

At the same time, Tortureblade knew that the best distance had not yet arrived.

From the moment the old man went out, he constantly observed his walking movements, even his expression and demeanor.

From the small movements that he inadvertently showed as he walked, Tortureblade knew that he was a man who carefully followed the rules. So he will definitely walk against the side of the road.

Two seconds later, just as Torture Blade had estimated. As soon as the old man walked through the street, he quickened his pace a little and walked to the side of the street.

"If you have heavy wheezing and smoke all year round, then your lungs are not in good condition."

Torture Blade analyzed in his heart, his legs slowly tensing, because the time was almost there.

Ahem, cough, ahem...

The old man took out his handkerchief and let out a cough.

When the entourage around him saw it, he hurriedly stepped forward to support the old man and relieve the old man.

Sou!

In an instant, the torture blade activated the spirit sword, and the body rushed out like lightning.

There was a problem with the Torture Blade's spirit forgery, so it couldn't be maintained for as long as before. Therefore, it can only be launched at this most critical time, striving for a one-hit kill.

The light of the knife flashed under the colorful neon lights, making people think that it was just a laser light shining on the opposite street.

The three attendants blinked, but when they looked down...

Ahh

Blood spurted from their necks and splattered their faces, followed by a scream of terror.

With a single blow of the torture blade, he instantly lifted the spirit and escaped into the night.

Deng Heng in the hall slowly got up and said with a smile: "It's just right, by the way, I solved the traitor of your family." ”

Frannie coquettishly hugged Deng Heng's arm and said, "Thank you, Uncle Deng." ”

"Alright, Uncle is going to see this savage plague dragon."

Dirty alley area on the edge of the business district.

Torture Blade walks quietly in the stinking and garbage-ridden alley. Firm and powerful steps fell, but like a cat walking gently, there was no sound.

Two hundred meters ahead, is where he and Lasic traded.

But at this time, Torture Blade felt uneasy. Because the beast's instincts told him that there was danger ahead.

The hairs on the blade's skin stood on end, and the feeling of danger intensified.

Without any hesitation, the torture blade turned around and was about to activate the spirit sword.

But...

Poof!

Under the hazy moon, a faint green light flashed. The spirit code on the wrist of the torture blade was directly halved and scrapped.

The dark eyes swept away the remaining sword light, and the body was like a hammer that was suddenly picked up, and a roundabout kick kicked to the left rear.

"Oh-oh? According to the direction and angle of the knife light, my position was determined in an instant? Compared to you, the geniuses in the cadets are like ignorant children. ”

In the dark night, Deng Heng appeared wearing a jet-black delicate armor covering his whole body, and his hand grasped the ankle of the torture blade.

Deng Heng's armor is very high-end, and his whole body is a precision armor woven from small armor pieces. On his breastplate, there is a relief of a golden retriever's wolf's head.

On the shoulder armor, there are two sculptures of wolf heads with horns.

Behind the delicate armor, an illusory giant wolf shadow looms.

Gauntlets, hand armor, leg armor, and combat boots are tattooed with delicate golden silk threads, which look heavy, delicate, gorgeous, and powerful.

On the belt of the wolf's head, three knives hung from it. Two long knives and one short knife. The texture of the knife is no longer ordinary light particles at all, it is a dark green substance that is close to substance.

His eyes swept over the armor, and finally his gaze fell on the old but strong face.

"Little brother, we meet again." Deng Heng said with a smile. His smile was real and ordinary, like a peaceful old grandfather.

Facing this peaceful old man, Torture Blade felt that all the tissues in his body were constantly trembling.

Because the instinct from the cell told him that the person was strong, strong enough to make his cells feel fear.

The hair that exploded slowly fell, and the expression of the torture blade was still flat, and he asked, "Are you here to kill me?" ”

Deng Heng listened to the voice without any tone or emotion, almost indifferent, and smiled, "No, I'm just interested in you." ”

As he spoke, he let go of the Torture Blade's feet.

After briefly moving his ankles to make sure that this old man didn't do anything bad for his body, Torture Blade stared at Deng Heng and asked, "What's your interest?" ”

Deng Heng turned around casually and said, "Let's talk while walking." ”

At the moment when Deng Heng turned around, the cylinder on the waist of the torture blade flashed, and then the serrated machete slashed towards Deng Heng with a thousand strengths.

Brush!

There was still a green light.

Touch!

The serrated machete, which had followed the torture blade for five years, was cut in two and scrapped.

"Actually directly launch a single psionic weapon? It's really damn bad. Deng Heng said with interest.

Tortureblade didn't speak, staring at him deadly.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you." Deng Heng smiled and waved his hand.

Unmoved, Torture Blade calmly said, "There are two kinds of people in the world who can't be trusted. ”

"Oh? Which two? ”

"Men and women."

"Hahaha! It's really incisive. No wonder you can get to this day with this kind of expired spirit book that has been eliminated for five hundred years. ”

Tortureblade didn't speak, as if he was waiting for an opportunity again, ready for the next attack.

"Don't mess with me." Deng Heng said, as soon as the torture blade tightened the muscles and flesh of his body, he fell straight to the ground and lost consciousness.

Tortureblade didn't know how long he had been unconscious, and when he woke up, the first thing he saw was a full, enclosed stone cell. Even the doors are made of rock.

Touching the worn-out bronze pendant on his chest, he found that the old hunter's relics had not been lost, and the torture blade gradually calmed down.

This cell doesn't have any windows or anything, it's isolated from the world.

After a brief observation, Tortureblade felt a sharp pang of hunger.

Reaching out and rubbing his stomach, he estimated the hunger in his stomach.

"I was in a coma for about thirty hours."

Hunting in the wilderness all year round, Torture Blade must face a variety of extremely dangerous dilemmas at all times. And in a difficult situation, timing is crucial.

Because the old hunter said, "In a difficult situation, once a man loses the definition of time, then he is about to collapse." ”

Therefore, Torture Blade has practiced dozens of ways to judge time, and according to hunger, it is one of them.

After judging the time, Torture Blade touched the cylinder around his waist. The discovery is gone.

These cylinders are the Torture Blade's special hunting weapons, ten in total, which allow the Torture Blade to deal with any prey with ease.

"First of all, you have to replenish your energy, otherwise you won't have the strength."

Thinking, Tortureblade's eyes swept around. I found that I couldn't find even a drop of water in this cell, not to mention food.

A violent feeling of weakness invaded the spirit of the torture blade. After several fruitless searches, Tortureblade lowered his gaze to his wrist.

"Looks like I'm going to drink it again." Tortureblade said, slowly lowering his head, his sharp canine teeth biting through the veins in his wrists.

Yes, this is Tortureblade's ultimate means of dealing with extreme hunger, drinking his own blood.

The viscous pungent blood entered his mouth, and Torture Blade didn't frown, not even showing any signs of retching.

This isn't the first time he's done this. It's a familiar road.

Above the dungeon, in the living room of the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce, Deng Heng and Frannie sat in front of the coffee table, drinking fragrant coffee.

Frankie asked with some concern, "Uncle, you won't starve him to death, will you?" ”

Deng Heng smiled, "It's okay, it's five o'clock in the morning." He's not at his limit yet. I have already instructed the guards to bring him food at half-past six. ”

Frannie nodded reassuringly, and said something again. Deng Heng interrupted the prophet and said, "Don't worry, I have already told them how dangerous the torture blade is. Besides, no matter how powerful a beast is, it can't attack without any energy in its body. And this beast doesn't have a spirit book yet. ”

As they spoke, the two of them enlarged the ten delicate white cylinders on the table.

"What a madman! A madman who can't help but admire. Frannie sighed.

Deng Heng's eyes flashed with wisdom, and he said, "If it is used properly, this person will be the most terrifying blade in the entire alliance." ”

In the dark and damp dungeon, two young men dressed in the Dragon Sect Spirit Book carried a pot of sticky stuff that looked like pig food. The man with a fierce face scolded as he walked, "A despicable breed is actually better than us to eat? What a dream, he only deserves to eat this kind of thing. ”

Another small young man whispered, "Brother, be quiet." If that adult finds out, you and I won't be able to eat and walk around. ”

The vicious man listened to it and smiled gloomily, "Anyway, it's also a cheap seed, and I'm very familiar with it." I'll make him like the rest of the bastards, never speak. ”

"Be careful, the Lord warned us, he's dangerous."

"Afraid of what? I was hungry for more than two days and didn't eat. Even if it's a dragon, you have to keep it for me! The vicious man shouted arrogantly.

Squeak...

The heavy stone door opened, and the vicious man shouted, "Cheap seed, get over here and eat!" ”

As soon as they opened the door, the two of them smelled the moldy and humid air here, and at the same time, they also smelled a faint smell of blood.

"What's going on? That is afraid of suicide? The vicious man looked surprised.

Just as the two of them walked into the cell...

Swish!

A flash of silver light flashed.

The two were stunned. Bumper! Two sounds, the soul image was directly shattered.

As the light particles scattered, the two saw the bloody wrist wrapped in a linen garment, holding a disc twenty centimeters in diameter. On the disc, there are nine thirty-centimeter-long crescent blades.

And just now, it was these nine blades that easily shredded their soul statues.

However, shredding the soul statue is only the beginning...

Ahh

Two screams rang out, and the entire cold, damp dungeon returned to calm.