The cave was filled with an evil bloody aura, and Jori, who was standing still, was surging with a blood mist in his body.

As if with a blood mist that can absorb the amount of power wrapped around Jori's body, making him look like a demon, Huo Nan and Johnson looked at the vision on Jory's body in silence, and Xu Lihui, who hugged his arms, also put away his prodigal smile.

At this time, a dense row of black shadows appeared outside the cave, blocking the bright light from the cave entrance. However, they are not fire hunters with Fire Man.

"Hah, that kid is in the hole!"

Unbridled laughter came in, and a voice shouted in even louder decibels: "If you dare to threaten Lord Sarotin, it's useless to hide!" Did you hear that inside? ”

Not all fire hunters treat Jory as their own like the Fire Boys.

Fire hunter, it's not a force, it's just a title, and a small number of special groups take on this title. In the distant past, there was no such title as "fire hunter", and such titles were still this kind of special group, and it was gradually known to outsiders when they went out to walk the continent more and more, and the name of the fire hunter was passed on.

And the fire hunters who appear in the quenching volcano now, most of them are wavering rootless people, and many of them don't know each other.

As for the group of people who appeared outside the cave at this moment, if there was no accident, they were all here for the benefits that Jory had obtained from the Lava Lord. In fact, no one doesn't want to get a piece of the pie from the benefits that Jory gets, and the fire man is no exception, but the fire man will exchange it with Jory in an equivalent exchange, while the fire hunters outside are thinking about how to force them over.

The noise of the outside world, and the growing tension. Jory sank into the world of his own weapons, completely ignoring the commotion of the outside world.

A full-fledged architecture. In his head, it was almost done. Instead of racking his brains to try different weapon shapes one by one, Jory didn't use this method to build weapons. He made a list of his requirements one by one, and then through the characteristics of these requirements, the slow stroke best matched the shape of the requirements.

It needs to be fierce and fierce in order to destroy hard matter, the flexibility in blood is the innate attribute of blood weapons, flexibility is not suitable for heavy weapons that fight hard, then, this blood weapon should be reduced in size......

Once down, Jory has to find a way to fuse the power of domination into his weapon. Then the weapon needs to easily touch the enemy's body, and only when it touches the target's body can the blood in the body be shaken, then the weapon should be appropriately extended.

A weapon that is smaller will be characterized by agility and increased attack range......

"Huh?"

The blood mist can provide Jory with certain visual and tactile senses, and at this time, the two senses transmitted into the blood mist from the outside world give Jory a very uncomfortable feeling. and the piercing shouts in his ears, which annoyed him.

Jori, who had been standing there for a long time, suddenly moved. Then, the blood mist in the cave suddenly surged. A violent whirlpool rolled up, as if the demons of the abyss were about to awaken.

Jory's eyes gradually returned to their clarity, and at the same time. He clenched his fists. The blood mist surged wildly in Jory's right fist, and Jory hadn't completely recovered his gaze. Glancing at the few fire-hunters who walked in outside the cave, he silently added a few more definitions of blood weapons in his heart.

There is treacherous flexibility in the fierceness. Extended weapons in order to touch the enemy's body, there are also ...... Large attack range!

"Drink!"

His right hand tightened suddenly, and the throbbing in his heart drove Jory to move his arm and swing it forward.

A pitch-black blood light flashed in the cave, and the sharp sound of breaking wind echoed in the cave. I saw a long blood shadow stretched into a slender arc, and the lightning and flint speed swept towards the fire hunter who walked in at the front.

As if he couldn't imagine the sudden move from the other side, the fire hunter was stunned for a moment, and he was not slow to react, and immediately drew his weapon to block in front of him. In the next moment, a slender blood shadow arrived, sweeping over the firehunter's blocked weapon.

This blood shadow is the first embryo of the weapon condensed after Jory's blood melts into the fog, and it is not a describable metaphor to connect with Jory's blood, it is originally Jory's blood extending out of his body. And after that blood shadow was wrapped around something, Jory immediately rushed to a strange throbbing, which passed from his arm to his body.

It's the feeling of winding and rolling, and I want to pull with my weapon, and my flexibility will continue to improve......

Raising his head, Jory's eyes flashed with blood, he grabbed the blood shadow in his hand and pulled it back suddenly, only to see a strong man flying towards him, it turned out to be the unlucky fire hunter. After Jori's blood shadow wrapped around his weapon, he pulled it suddenly, and his strong strength suddenly pulled him over with his weapon.

Feeling the evil wind coming, Jory frowned, he completely woke up from the structure of selflessness, picked up the blood shadow in his hand, and suddenly turned around and swung it towards the inner wall of the cave. There was a loud thud, and the firehunter's body smashed into the stone wall like a hammer.

Jory withdrew the blood shadow and held it in his right hand, and he turned his head to look at the many fire hunters outside the cave, the corners of his mouth hooked into a sneer.

But at this moment, they are not the most important, the most important thing is the blood weapon condensed in Jory's hand. Johnson's words before brought a flash of inspiration to Jory, and he seized the opportunity of this flash of inspiration, and obliviously constructed the shape of the weapon in his mind, so what he was holding in his hand now......

A curved, slender dark red shadow of blood, two fingers wide in diameter and more than five meters in length, was held in Jory's hand at one end, and the rest of it was curled and stretched on the ground. If there was no fire hunter just now, Qiao Li might have condensed a slender soft sword two meters long, but at that moment, Qiao Li wanted to throw the guy several meters away out of the sword, so the established two-meter soft sword changed its original structure, and as a result, the brush extended to a length of three meters, extending a soft sword to five meters, and it became extremely flexible.

Looking at the weapon in his hand expectantly, Jory wanted to see how his construction had worked, but when he really saw the shape of the weapon, a sense of absurdity suddenly surged in his heart.

The shape of the weapon in his hand was not very special, at least Jory was familiar with it, and he knew that it was a change. Because he has seen this weapon appear in some small short films.

And, Jory also knew that this was a ......

When he was still in the Federal Republic, he used to go to the morning exercise every morning, and he would see the old people swinging it vigorously and hitting the ground, which the old people used to exercise......

Whip. (To be continued......)