Back at the edge of the Blood Sacrifice Pool, the old man lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly, and interrupted Zhao Zhe's contemplation.

"Father-in-law, I have discovered the hiding place of the half-demon, just behind a few large rocks on the top of the fox demon cave. However, he clearly knew that we would come, and he dared to spy there, presumably because he had something to rely on, and he didn't dare to take risks, so he came to ask for the sword of Shang Fang, which broke all laws. ”

Zhao Zhe's body tightened slightly when he heard this, and he subconsciously touched the animal skin scroll on his back, and refused without thinking:

"No!"

After the words came out, he came back to his senses, looking at the old man's slightly surprised look, Zhao Zhe thought about it, and his face softened and soothed: "Use a knife to kill chickens, you don't need to use Shang Fang's sword, your father-in-law will accompany you on a trip, you can naturally see his catty and scheming, and then clean him up when the time comes." ”

The old man nodded obediently, leaned sideways to lead the way, and turned his head with a hint of mockery, but in his heart it confirmed his weakness. If this was the past, how could the Hunter King, who was still ambitious and arrogant, be afraid that a sword would fall into the hands of others, and even if he refused, how could he have the patience to explain the reason to himself.

Although the valley is not small, the blood sacrifice pool is not far from the cave, and after a while, the two of them came to the front of the cave.

"Father-in-law, this half-demon should be just a few big stones above", the old man pointed to the top of the cave with his pipe, and was shaken by the thunderstorm that day, and rolled down a few square big stones stuck there from the mountain, but his eyes didn't pay attention to it at all, just stared at Zhao Zhe.

"Well, the location is good, the view is condescending, the gravel in the valley has eliminated the footprints, and the smell of blood in the cave has diluted his taste. It's just that the experience is poor, and these flawed traps are arranged in the cave, isn't there no three hundred taels of silver here. Zhao Zhe smiled.

"That's right, thanks to the teaching of the righteous father, the lynx is also familiar with some trap techniques, and it is precisely after seeing through this that he searched carefully in the vicinity and found some traces of the mountain to deduce it. The old man flattered.

"Since you have played these unfashionable thoughts, you won't have any real skills. Zhao Zhe regained a little of his former vigor, turned his hands back, and contempt flashed in his eyes, "That's it, I'll do a qi observation demon method, and completely sort out the details of this half-demon, so that you can rest assured to arrest it." ”

After that, Zhao Zhe closed his eyes, and a demonic aura suddenly rose from his body, gathering in the middle of his forehead, forming a black eye appearance, slowly opening, scattering a bright light outward, and looking towards a few big stones.

"Father-in-law, how geometric is this half-demon cultivation?" The old man's eyes flashed, and he seemed to be very interested in the result, and he couldn't wait to ask, and his figure got closer and closer.

"Looking at the intensity of the demonic qi that gathers but does not emit, it should only be the number of twenty drops of demon blood. Zhao Zhe had a slightly puzzled look on his face, and continued: "However, how can there be so many demonic qi around that has not completely dissipated, and it is completely inconsistent with the upper limit of demonic qi contained in these demon blood, wait for me to take a look." ”

Hearing that it was just such a weak half-demon, the old man's gradually changing beast pupils flashed a ruthless look, and suddenly burst into trouble, his hands poked out of the cuffs and turned into sharp claws, grabbing Zhao Zhe's back, and at the same time, his waist and back began to stiffen, his face quickly changed his hair, and there seemed to be smoke sparks spewing out of his mouth, and the smell of sulfur was in the air.

Zhao Zhe, who was bent on doing things, shook his nose, smelled this familiar and unfamiliar breath, and his mind, which was no longer smart, just realized that it was not good, and it was too late to interrupt the practice.

The crimson fire in the sky accompanied by a strong smell of sulfur suddenly erupted from the mouth of the cat-like monster, filling the entire space near the entrance of the cave, burning the surface of the nearby stones red, and a large amount of residual water vapor after the rain instantly evaporated, filling the entire valley, white and vast, like a fairyland on earth.

In the fog that obscured the vision, there was a clear sound of the sword coming out of its sheath, the golden light flashed in a trance, and the earth-shattering roar of the bear was heard, which echoed in the valley for a long time.

This shocking change between the lightning and flint made Bai Ze, who was not far away, look stupid, and hurriedly turned his ghostly eyes and looked into the mist.

A gust of mountain wind blew, and the white mist dissipated a large area, revealing two of the figures.

The old man had regained his human form, and he was holding a trembling sword tightly, and sweat was already appearing on his forehead, and he looked very struggling.

His sword stabbed nearly a foot into the chest of the bear-like monster, and the bear-man lay on the ground, charred by the fire, and a large area of skin cracked and bleeding.

The bearman's hands gripped the yellow-glowing blade of the sword, allowing the blood to stain the blade red and flow into the wound on his chest. His eyes widened, as if he was about to stare them out, and he looked at the hideous old man in front of him in disbelief, and the anger contained in it was overflowing.

The tip of the sword trembled continuously, slowly but firmly sinking into the bear man's chest, and between the shaking of the sword body, there seemed to be wisps of golden light and demonic energy emanating from between the bear's paw and the blade.

Finally, the last wisp of demonic energy on the old man's body also dissipated, and he looked no different from a human. I saw Shang Fang's sword violently shake with golden light, and a golden dragon hovered around the blade, slamming into the bear man's chest and penetrating his body, knocking the ground out of a large pit.

The bearman spat out a mouthful of crimson blood, and his hands fell limply to the ground. The sword pierced his chest unstoppably and completely, piercing through the heart, and the tip of the sword that came out of his back dripped spooks of blood, and soon there was an extra piece of blood red on the ground.

The old man let go of the hilt of his sword with trembling hands, took a few steps backwards with a weak body, and wiped the hot blood on his face in a panic, mixing excitement and panic, making him anxious to vent.

"You died at my hands, haha, haha!"

As if he had found the pleasure of venting, he danced like crazy, yelling, stumbling only to be tripped over a stone, kneeling in front of the bear man, and facing Zhao Zhe's eyes.

Seeing that there was no imaginary pain, hatred, and unwillingness in his eyes, only the calm of facing death and the memories of the past, the old man was a little dissatisfied, and the taste of victory was not as sweet as he imagined.

"Bear demon, tell me for yourself, do you deserve to die!" he stepped forward suddenly, turned the hilt of the sword on the bear man's chest, woke Zhao Zhe up with pain, and asked loudly.

Gasping for two breaths quickly, Zhao Zhe frowned, when death was imminent, he seemed to have regained a bit of the majesty of the former Hunter King, and his dry voice was hoarse but not alarming, "I'm not a bear demon, if hatred can't let you call me a Hunter King, please call me a half-demon." ”

"You're a bear demon! you're an alien, and you've turned me into an alien like you!" the old man stood up and roared madly.