Kill!

Either you die or I die.

Jory shook his twisted shoulder, and as the others watched, he grabbed his right shoulder with his left hand and broke his collarbone and shoulder joint with brute force.

Straightening his left arm, white bony skin appeared on his arm like flowing water, completely enveloping the forearm in the white bone. The dark gray eyes glanced at several angry strangers, the young man with a sword in both hands, the stout young man who had lost too much blood, and the woman with a wooden staff, and the hostility and anger on their faces were all in Jory's eyes. Jory looked at the only woman, who had just picked up her wooden staff and waved it in the air, muttering a murky language, and Jory rushed forward without saying a word.

When there is an enemy in front of you, in order to be able to live better, can you cut off the way for others to live, so that you can live? Don't want to die, then the answer is self-evident. For those who want to cut off their own way of life, they are enemies. Since it is an enemy, it is necessary to clear and kill!

Jory wants to live, then he has no choice, or rather, to live and kill the enemy, this is the way he chooses to survive!

When Jory rushed towards the woman holding the wooden staff, several people knew what Jory wanted to do, leaving one to watch over the young man who had lost too much blood, and the others to protect the woman. The last high-pitched whisper came out of the woman's lips, and the tip of the wooden staff in her hand pointed directly at Jori, and in the next moment, the air suddenly became cold, and the cold and cold air visible to the naked eye condensed into a shuttle and shot at Jory in the air.

The angle of the ice Ling was too conspicuous, and Jory quickly blocked the arm covered with white bones in front of his chest, only to hear a crisp sound, and the ice Ling hit the white bone on Jory's arm, exploding into pieces of ice ballast. The force of the flying ice cube caused Jori's body to stagnate, and the moment his speed dropped, the young man let out a loud cry and rushed over and raised his long sword to slash at Jori's waist.

The range of the sweeping attack was difficult to dodge, and Jory did not retreat but advanced, using his white bone armor and sword blade to resist, and slammed into the boy, who opened to bite the boy again. The young man was startled, and hurriedly swung the hilt of his sword to change his move, thinking about Jory's outstretched neck and slashing it.

He didn't dare to let Jory take a bite, didn't he see the shoulder of the sturdy young man, the flesh was blurred, and the flesh and granulation of the tooth hole wound were turned upside down, miserable!

The woman with the staff groaned softly, and an icy cold wind blew on Jori, this time even though his hard bone armor could not withstand the wind. And the moment this cold wind with ice ballasts blew on Jori's body, his body suddenly stiffened, and his blood was stiffened by the cold.

After this move, the woman was obviously much more depressed, and was helped away from here by her companions. For the time being, only the boy and Jory are still fighting, the two are fighting, Jory is slightly stronger than the young swordsman, but there is an arm that is equivalent to half crippled and cannot be used, the young swordsman is desperate to kill Jori, because it is very dangerous here, and the demon's minions may appear at any time, and when the time comes, not only the "rare spell mark" that fought with him will slip away, but even their lives will not be saved.

Until now, Jory didn't know why these people did it to him without saying a word, he could only vaguely feel that the other party was greedy for something on him.

If he knew what these people were thinking, they thought of themselves as a moving "rare spell mark", I don't know how Jory would feel, and he had been agonizing about the absence of a spell mark before.

Curse sigils, that is, killing creatures to extract their souls, stripping them of soul essence and turning them into engravings as a powerful weapon.

In fact, these people wanted to kill Jori, extract Jory's soul essence and collect it, and use it as their own weapon, Jory's soul, which they considered to be a "rare spell mark".

The more he fought, the more frightened the young swordsman became, obviously it seemed that he had been deprived of an arm by his companion, this red-clothed demon minion, not only did not exhaust his strength until now, but relied on his physical strength to stalemate with him, and gradually became familiar with the rhythm of the battle, and was gradually pressing back against the young man with hard white bones and his strength.

"Huh?! That's ......"

In the midst of the fight, Jory suddenly paused, and looked at the young man's side and back in astonishment, as if he had seen something that frightened him greatly. The high-intensity battle rhythm suddenly relaxed, and the young swordsman stepped back and took a breath, and the corner of his eye subconsciously followed Jory's stunned gaze.

Almost at the same moment, Jory still maintained an extremely shocked expression on his face, but the lower half of his body stepped forward and gave a silent kick to the young man.

Damn it! Tricked! After a moment of distraction, it was too late for the boy to realize Jory's intentions, the tip of the curved cloth shoes on Jory's feet, and the unreserved 2x power of the soles were imprinted on the boy's stomach, and the boy's action of retracting his sword to block was a beat slower, and he was directly kicked upside down by Jory and flew out several meters away.

Finally finding a balance in mid-air, the boy forcibly sank his center of gravity, and when he landed, he messily pierced the ground with the tip of his sword to stabilize his body, and as soon as he stood firmly, he had to barely resist the heavy blow again.

Volleyed up Jory and jumped towards the boy, using the strength of his whole body to smash a punch, and in the hurry, the boy retreated with difficulty, and was smashed to the ground by Jory's punch, and the white bones of his arm slammed to the ground.

"Bang!"

The boy retreated sharply, and wanted to re-use his strength to press back on Jory, but Jory didn't give him the slightest chance, kicked his legs, and hit him directly.

After receiving Qiaori's head, the young man's eyes suddenly bulged outward, and the qi and blood held in his chest could no longer bear it, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood. His companion, the sturdy young man, stood in the distance, several times wanted to come over, but after a large amount of blood loss, his whole body was weak, and his face appeared a strange blue-black, just in the fight between the young swordsman and Jori, a companion helped the female mage away, no one paid attention to this, the tall young man fell down without any movement, and his eyelids twitched on the ground trembling.

After sending the female mage away, the man who turned back suddenly saw a companion falling, and he ran over to check on his companion's condition. As soon as he saw his companion's bloodless face, covered with abnormal blue and black, he didn't dare to touch this trembling companion! This kind of face is either a toxin or a curse of darkness, and no matter which one it is, it is not something that anyone else present can solve.

The young man shouted something, and rushed towards Jory desperately, and stuck between him and the young man, but the young man put away his sword and flashed towards the stout young man who had fallen to the ground. Squatting beside the young man with a blue face, the young man wiped the blood on the side of his mouth, endured the severe colic pain in his internal organs, took off his cloak and wrapped the young man, and carried the strong young man and fled.

As for the young man who was stuck in front of Jori, he actually wielded a big sword desperately, and there was no swordsmanship routine at all, but he fought hard with Jori in a lose-lose way. He was trying to cover the young swordsman and let him escape with his companion, and for this, he did not hesitate to use his life to buy time for his companion.

The young man who was resisted by the young man on his shoulder, his face was blue, but his eyes were extremely red, he had not lost consciousness yet, and shouted to the young man in a strange language: "I am the meat shield of our demon hunting group, you put me down quickly, I want to go back to find Xiaobai!" ”

"No way!" The boy gritted his teeth and shouted almost in a roaring voice.

Turning his head, the boy glanced at his companion who had been cut off for them, and before he could think about it, he met Jory's hollow dark gray eyes. What the boy saw was that his companion was being held in Jory's arms by one of Jory's hands, and his neck was bitten by Jory.

The corners of the boy's eyes almost cracked.

"Big Bear, you're the best meat shield in our group, right, can you still stand up now?" The young man suddenly stopped and said in a low voice to the young man on his shoulder. When the young man heard this, he took a deep breath and shouted, "Little meaning! As he spoke, he forcibly struggled off the young man's shoulder.

Putting down the young man, the young man turned around, turned his back to him and whispered, "Then you must live well, go back to Sister Binbin, and ask you to protect her for me." ”

"Captain, what are you going to do!"

Turning around, the young swordsman whispered without looking back: "It's all my mistakes, I shouldn't have led everyone deep into the demon's territory for the sake of the curse seal, I'm ...... I don't have the face to go back to see Sister Binbin! ”

"No, I'm the meat shield in the group, I'm ......"

"Please, take good care of Sister Binbin for me."

The young man held the long sword, his two eyes bloomed with azure brilliance, he set up the long sword, let out a clear shout, and turned around and rushed back to the battlefield.

Jory, who had been staring at the boy's side, saw him turn back, so he let go of the person in his arms, threw the half-dead man to the ground, and walked quickly towards the boy step by step, he trembled his deformed shoulders, turned the shoulder joints many times, and there was a crisp bone impact sound in the flesh and skin, and he took advantage of the bone strengthening to forcibly correct his bones in the shoulder.

Coupled with the fact that Jory had sucked a large amount of living blood for the second time, his complexion was obviously even better than just now, and when he walked towards the boy, Jory's right shoulder had been corrected. The second time he sucked the blood, Jori's strength was significantly higher than before, for this boy who came back and seemed to be desperate to find himself, Jory was irritable for a while, he could abuse him just now, and now he was abused the same way.

Three minutes was a time of little to do, but it was enough for Jory to untie the boy's weapon, grab the boy's head, and press him to the ground.

At the last moment, Jory saw the hateful look in the boy's eyes, and Jory was speechless.

This is the reality, this is a world where you die or I die.

We are all pawns with no choice, and this is fate.

Biting the boy on the back of the shoulder, Jory gulped the blood inside him. The boy's head was pressed to the ground by Jory, but there was a hint of relief in his eyes, because at least, he had let the companion go back.

It's a pity that he didn't see that the sturdy young man with a blue face had completely collapsed after advancing a distance, his eyes rolled and he stopped breathing.

"Ding!"

The coat of arms suddenly conveyed a thought to Jory.

"Kill a junior saint and get 50 soul points."

"Kill a junior saint and get 50 soul points."

"Something has gone wrong with your prey, and you're now sucking the soul of your prey......"