Completely different from the soft and slow speed of ordinary water balloons, after the demon blood clone shot, it twisted and changed its shape in the air, and quickly turned into the appearance of a fighter jet, only to see its blurred tail spew out two streams of fox fire, and with the strong thrust like a meteor, it rotated and collided with the half-human, half-cat lynx.

Although the old man had already expected that this thing would not be simple, he didn't expect it to come so quickly, and it was too late to dodge, so he could only stand upright, stretch out his hand to protect his head and face, and hold his breath to meet this blow.

"Poof!"

With a muffled sound, the blue blood shadow passed through the old man's abdomen without any barrier, revealing the front end in the shape of a drill bit, as well as the six blood hooks on both sides with teeth and claws, bringing out a large handful of blood and scattered organs. After flying out for a long distance, I saw a layer of blood between the blood hooks, and the demon blood clone changed into a parachute and slowed down and fell to the ground.

Due to inertia, the old man staggered and continued to run forward for a few steps, and the blood and flesh behind him flowed all the way. He froze in place, feeling the fist-sized bloody hole in his stomach in disbelief, his trembling paws stained with blood, as if he could feel the wind blowing from behind him, wet and cold.

At this moment, a blood-colored beast in the distance behind suddenly jumped up from the grass, and the flames on its body ran back.

As if he had received some signal, the big hole in the old man's stomach also burned, and the pink flames licked his internal organs from the inside out, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt meat.

The old man screamed miserably, his two paws tightly covered the front and back of the wound, his face turned red, and large drops of sweat flowed out and evaporated without money.

Fortunately, this was the first time that Bai Ze manipulated the complex transformation of the demon blood clone in actual combat, and the technique was not skilled, and there was not much fox fire demon blood left in his body. After about a dozen seconds, the old man's trembling body suddenly faded into a half-demon shape, and his charred hands let go of the charred wound.

"It's a good demon fire! It's a pity that the firepower is still a little short, and it has no other use than to help me stop the blood!"

He raised his head, a distorted smile on his pale face, and his red eyes stared at the fox half-demon who had already mastered the crossbow and aimed at him again.

"You're a very strong half-demon, but it's a pity I'm human!"

The old man roared angrily and quickly pulled out Shang Fang's sword from behind him.

The sword was unsheathed, as if a dragon roared throughout, and the rich demonic qi around the body seemed to anger the dragon qi, only to see the ring-shaped golden dragon qi erupt with the old man as the center, quickly sweeping the entire valley, and dispersing all the demonic qi.

"Bang!"

A large cloud of blood mist exploded violently, and in the center of the dragon qi outburst, the old man who had not yet dissipated his demonic energy was the first to be counterattacked, and the blood vessels in his body exploded, staining him with blood.

Bai Ze, who was not far away, snorted, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he was involuntarily knocked back two steps, and was beaten out of the state of a half-demon, and the three crossbow arrows fired from his hand also showed slight deviations, deviating from the aiming target, and the last two were even shot in the air.

However, Rao was like this, the first quenched crossbow arrow was also shot on the old man's thigh, the poison dyed the surroundings light green at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood flowing from the wound also turned a strange emerald green, which seemed to be the gluttonous liquid leaked from the poisonous snake.

The old man's eyes flashed with unwillingness, his lips squirmed and he wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he spit out a large mouthful of black and golden demon blood, which fell to the ground and still twisted and trembled, and the thick demon qi and dragon qi fought endlessly in it.

The cold wind outside the valley swept back, in the hot summer season, the old man actually felt a little cold, the death knell of the god of death had already sounded from the moment his abdomen was penetrated, and now it was behind him, and there was not much time left!

With a frenzied glint in his eyes, he raised Shang Fang's sword and roared, wanting to rush forward and kill the hunter who dared to hunt him in front of him. But the right leg of the arrow was unconscious and completely unresponsive, and as soon as he took a step, the old man fell to his knees, and the sword of Shang Fang in his hand was thrown out, and fell on the stone with a clanging sound.

The body was getting colder and colder, and there seemed to be a hallucination in the old man's red bloodshot eyes, and in a blood-colored light, the father-in-law sat solemnly on the stone seat headed by him, looking into the distance and contemplating.

Suddenly, a loud drink sounded in his ears, he looked sideways, the second child was holding a wine jar and was punching with the third child, the alert third child seemed to feel the gaze, turned his head and smiled at himself.

"Big brother, you're back!"

There was a sudden summoning on the right, and it turned out to be the fourth and the most humble of the five brothers, who were saluting with a smile on their faces.

"Lynx, how dare you betray your father!" the majestic voice suddenly sounded, making his body tremble in fright, and he knelt down without thinking, and habitually lowered his head, anxiously wondering how to deal with the past.

"Haha! Big brother, you have been fooled! Your father-in-law lied to you! We are all monsters, how can we kill each other! I just let you kill people and demons!"

"Haha......"

"Big brother, why are you restless today, come and drink!"

The bustling voices were laughing, so close and so far away, the old man looked up a little bewildered, and found that there were all smiling faces in front of him. He hurriedly looked towards the center, Zhao Zhe smiled warmly, as if it was really just a joke, and there was no blame or anger in his eyes.

Smiling and smiling, Zhao Zhe took a sip of the wine glass, and said as if with deep meaning: "Lynx, do you understand?"

The old man was shocked in his heart, and when he looked around, Zhao Zhe, who was the leader, was the appearance of a bear man, the second child of the bull demon and the third child of the insect on the left, the fourth child with eagle eyes, and the fifth child with a slight change in his eyebrows and nose on the right side laughed non-stop.

He looked down at himself thoughtfully, and a large expanse of fiery fur and sharp claws came into view.

When he looked up again, his vision seemed to be farther away, and the exhibition hall like a sea of corpses and blood became clear, countless beast heads and human heads were flowing with sticky blood, staring at the unwilling eyes hanging on the walls on both sides, and the father-in-law and several brothers were sitting in the center, and the figures of drinking and having fun were getting farther and farther away, more and more blurred.

"We're family!" his eyes were a little sour, but his dry tear ducts didn't flow any fluid.

The old man opened his bloodshot eyes, and in the place where he looked very close, in a cloud of black blood, the demon qi and the dragon qi were still fighting, a picture that was incompatible.

He staggered to his feet, and didn't look at Shang Fang's sword in front of him, his eyes were just staring at Bai Ze, who had pulled the bow again, as if he was looking at himself who had been anxious to find a sense of belonging a few moments ago.

The corners of the old man's mouth cracked an ugly arc, and he said in a hoarse voice: "We are all lonely monsters, it is difficult to survive in this discriminatory world, but we all refuse to huddle together for warmth, and we are still killing each other for other races." ”

"As an old-timer, let me do the last thing for you!"

His right hand suddenly burst out of the last specks of pitch-black blood mist, which disappeared into the air. Not far away, Shang Fang's sword felt the demonic aura, and flew up violently, piercing through the old man's chest and nailing it to the ground.

Under the dazzling light, the dripping blood trailed the blade of the sword, falling slowly, splashing into the dust, so low, but it could stir up a circle of ripples.