The middle-aged man who had lost the trace of the torture blade looked extremely angry, and the flaming sword in his hand swung wildly, and the huge courtyard instantly turned into a sea of fire.

At the same time, a large number of disasters have rushed to the middle-aged man, in the face of such strong energy fluctuations, all the disasters are extremely manic, blood-red eyes are like light bulbs staring at the middle-aged man, and then rushing forward desperately.

The middle-aged man looked irritable at this time, turned around and yelled at the disaster, "Get out!" ”

roaring, hands waving like windmills. Subsequently, a huge tornado formed from flames.

The scorching flame tornado carried a terrifying heat, instantly burning dozens of disasters that rushed to the front to ashes.

The death of their fellow citizens did not cause the fear of catastrophe, but rather stimulated their bestiality to the maximum.

The calamity behind rushed towards the flame tornado one after another, carrying out a frantic attack.

The flame tornado though constantly burns the body of the calamity to charcoal. But in just a dozen seconds, the terrifying heat ceased to exist, and then the flames in the air gradually disappeared, turning into puffs of black smoke.

The middle-aged man's face was extremely gloomy at this time, he put the short sword back behind his back, and hurriedly took out a few sea-blue needles and stabbed them into his thighs, and then stabbed several blood-red needles.

"It will take at least half an hour for the knee to recover, but the spiritual energy consumption is too great."

The middle-aged man looked at the spiritual energy that had just returned from 10% to 70%, and calculated.

Middle-aged people are not happy, and the same is true for torture blades.

The torture blade, which had just taken a few steps, suddenly fell to its knees on the ground, and then could no longer hold back and spew out a large mouthful of blood.

The blood sprayed on the ground, and a burst of water vapor rose before it quickly dried.

Tortureblade gritted his teeth, struggled to his feet, and hurried to a small two-story building in a corner.

Running to the second floor in a hurry, the torture blade quickly closed the door and window, and then used the futon to block the door and window cracks.

Thump!

After dealing with this, the torture blade sat weakly on the ground, leaning weakly against the corner.

Tearing open his shirt indiscriminately, in the dark room, Torture Blade clearly saw that his chest was as red as a soldering iron.

Pursing his chapped lips, the torture blade picked up the silver plate and shook it, and the sharp blade popped out.

Then he stretched out his trembling hand and slowly stabbed the blade into his chest, cutting off a terrifying wound that was ten centimeters long.

At the moment when the wound was cut, the hot blood spurted out more than two meters directly down the wound like high-pressure treated water.

Tortureblade's face turned pale and his expression was weak.

But the trembling hand grew firmer.

After one wound, the torture blade changed direction and cut another 10-centimeter wound.

At this time, a hideous cross-shaped wound appeared on the chest of the torture blade.

The terrifying wound opened and closed like the mouthparts of a worm, with the breath of the torture blade.

At the same time, a large amount of hot blood erupted from the cross-shaped wound.

After a while, the room was filled with a strong smell of steam and blood.

By this time, Torture Blade's face had turned extremely pale, like a dead man.

His lips were pale and chapped, and his black eyes were full of exhaustion.

With difficulty, he raised his hand, his fingers reached into the cross-shaped wound, and peeled open his flesh alive.

His eyes followed the wound and looked inside, and then leaned weakly against the corner.

"Fortunately, the lungs didn't burn out. As for the liver, it's still uncertain. Tortureblade muttered.

Time passed, and more and more blood remained on the blade.

After about ten minutes, when the blood from the torture blade was no longer hot, he reached out and took out the crochet needle and thread from his lower back.

With his clothes in his mouth, his hand, which no longer trembled, pierced the tip of the needle through his skin with precision, sewing the wound together.

The wound was stitched up, and the blade was almost completely collapsed.

Taking out the water bottle in the compressed space, Tortureblade took a cautious sip.

Although I drank it, I didn't rush to swallow it. Instead, you put it in your mouth, and when you feel the temperature of the water and your body temperature, swallow it carefully.

Although the high temperature in the lungs of the torture blade subsided at this time, there was still a residue. Drinking cold water suddenly is likely to blow up your lungs. If the lungs are blown up, then the blade is really certain to die.

He took out the bandage from the medical kit and bandaged his chest with difficulty.

When everything was done, Tortureblade struggled to his feet.

I took a deep breath, and although I felt a pinprick pain in my lungs, it was no longer fatal.

Red blood sprang out of his chest and wrapped all over his body. Like a rapidly growing tree root, the weeping bone emerged from the back of the Torture Blade and quickly climbed to the back of the Torture Blade, the red carapace of the crystal extending to the shoulders of the Torture Blade.

Picked up the Hunting Fury Sword and Halberd, opened the door at will and disappeared.

In town, the whole street is already a mess. Black smoke was everywhere, the smell of burnt fire was everywhere, and thin flames were burning on several ruins, indicating that such a scene had just happened.

Tortureblade stared at the dark eyes, and swept around alertly.

Although the corpses of the catastrophe were everywhere, they did not provide him with a vision of blood. Because the blood of these corpses has been burned dry by the terrible flames.

Along the burned streets, the blade cautiously and slowly advanced.

Tortureblade was in a bad state right now, so he had to be prepared at all times, even if it was in a stealth state that he had never missed.

As we progressed, the air became warmer and hotter, and it seemed that the scene here was closer to what it was happening.

After about two kilometers of progress, Tortureblade was now out of town. At this time, a raging fire was already burning in the woods outside the town.

And at the edge of the woods, there is a huge earthen pit.

It looks like it was blown alive by some kind of huge bomb.

Treading on the charred road, Tortureblade cautiously walked over, and then found a large number of catastrophic corpses in the pit.

The corpses had been blown into charred pieces, and the number was enormous.

"At least a hundred." With a simple sweep of his eyes, Torture Blade analyzed.

His eyes searched carefully at the edge of the pit, looking for some clues about the middle-aged man's traces.

Soon, the keen Torture Blade found a messy footprint on the east side of the pit.

Torture Blade crouched down and carefully studied the footprints and found that "the camouflage is very good, but unfortunately, this foot on your left leg is too deep." ”

As he spoke, Tortureblade set his gaze on the west side, which was the polar opposite of the footprint.

"You can't use the Twilight Mark around here. Moreover, the cooldown of the Twilight Mark is too long, and with this person's personality, it will not be used until the last moment. ”

Tortureblade said, getting up and walking to the west.

As he walked, Torture Blade carefully observed all the clues.

Just over a hundred meters away, Torture Blade found a broken metal fragment on the ground.

"The fragment of the Explosive Trap, he had blood under his feet at the time, so it stuck to the soles of his feet." The Blade didn't move the fragment and continued to move quietly.

After walking about two hundred meters, the torture blade found a faint footprint on a stone.

"The anti-tracking capability is very strong, but it can't be relied on with tools and no skills."

At this time, at the foot of the mountain, one kilometer west of Mo Han Town, the middle-aged man was panting, and his face was pale and leaning on a simple cave.

As Tortureblade had said, he didn't bother to use the Oath Seal, but prepared to recover his psionic energy and run back.

Take out the last two soul crystals from the replenishment slot and slowly inject them in.

As the sound of the system's warning disappeared, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's a good thing I brought a Flame Burst Egg, otherwise I might have been consumed by these disasters." The middle-aged man looked a little smug and muttered to himself.

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man's face quickly became gloomy, and he touched his chin and said, "With the attack power at that time, he has definitely given him a fatal attack." Even if he wasn't dead at the time. Such a thick fire qi invaded the body, and it is estimated that he will die very miserably because of the blood boiling at this time. ”

The middle-aged man is a veteran, not only rich in combat skills, but also has strong confidence in his attack power and judgment.

Years of combat experience had taught him that it was impossible for that bastard to survive.

The body gradually relaxes, and the body rests against the wall. He took out another wisdom stone and injected it.

Reaching out and touching the deformed knee, he estimated, "In another ten minutes, the knee will be completely recovered." ”

The middle-aged man's thinking is very clear, although he did not complete the task on this trip, he has already killed that cheap seed, and the commander will not embarrass himself no matter what he says. After all, he has served the commander for so many years.

"Saving your life is the most important thing. Hmph, apprentice? That's just cannon fodder in times of crisis. Or do you think I'm going to teach those filthy wild children? ”

The middle-aged man sneered disdainfully.

I had just come to the torture blade not far away, and I heard the words of the middle-aged man along the wind.

The hand holding the halberd clenched suddenly, and then bursts of crimson light swirled around the sword body of the halberd.

The anger on Tortureblade's face faded away, replaced by endless coldness and cruelty.

On his expressionless face, his dark eyes stared at the middle-aged man.

No anger, no sadness, no resentment...

It's like a leopard that tenses its body and gradually approaches its prey, without any sound, without any breath, and without any emotion.

Yes, it is only the desire for prey and the caution of action.

The middle-aged man, who had many years of combat experience, seemed to sense that someone was approaching him, and then got up and looked around, frowning.

There was a moment of silence, then he laughed and said, "It's too sensitive." If there's murderous aura, I can definitely feel it. And I did a good disguise there, no one could find out. ”

Middle-aged people are very confident in their own approach.

Move your knees slightly, look down and say, "Reluctantly." ”

After that, you have to get up.

But in this moment!

Swish!

Under the moon, a silver sword light that was brilliant to the limit flashed.

The middle-aged man was a little stunned when he looked at this sword light. Because he had never seen such a poignant, so pure sword light.

Click!

The statue's head fell off, hitting a nearby stone wall, and then shattered.

The next moment, the middle-aged man was pale, and his whole body was weakly sitting on the ground.

In front of him, a man in a hideous mask stared into his eyes like a beast.

"You don't deserve to be called a master!" Hoarse and unpleasant, an extremely cold voice rushed out from under the mask.