A sword slashed off the young demon's head, and when his feet stepped on the grass, the small blades of grass made a crunch and cracking sound, and Hathaway realized that a large field of grass under his feet had completely withered.

The thorn-tailed crystal lion leather armor on her body had a few new forehead damages, but the minor injuries on her body became less painful, she lowered her head just to see the crack in her chest, the leather armor couldn't hide the choppy peaks inside, and inevitably revealed a piece of white greasy, which made Hathaway blush a little.

A distance of a few hundred meters was not too far for the demon, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to the front.

He Boqiang raised his shield to meet him, a large piece of barren grass under his feet withered again, the demon warrior was extremely experienced in combat, seeing He Boqiang raise his shield to meet him, he stepped on the iris shield with one foot, his body jumped high and lowered his center of gravity at the same time, the military thorn in his left hand stabbed He Boqiang's right collarbone obliquely, and the other fist smashed into He Boqiang's face.

The swift attack came in front of him in an instant, and He Boqiang hurriedly half-squatted down, raised the iris shield above his head, and struck a fierce blow to block the evil ghost.

The military thorn in the demon's hand was pierced on the shield, and what the demon didn't expect was that the military thorn did not penetrate the shield, only a little tip and inserted into the shield, and made a 'pop' sound, the sharp edge of the military thorn was actually shattered, and only a shallow gap was left on the shield.

Rao is like this, under the full force of the evil ghost's blow, He Boqiang only felt a huge force hit him, and his knees half-kneeling on the grass sank deep into the earth.

The silver runes on the shield appeared, but they failed to hurt the evil ghost, the evil ghost fell to the ground, wielding a sawtooth axe to take advantage of the situation to pursue, He Boqiang hurriedly dodged to the side, the sawtooth axe slashed on the iris shield and made a dull sound, this time the iris shield burst out of the silver runes, so that the evil ghost's body was stunned, but the continuous heavy blows made the qi and blood in He Boqiang's body churn, and the Roman sword in his hand was unstable, and he was unable to fight back at all.

Hathaway chased after her from behind, and the demon's tail swept towards Hathaway, forcing her back.

Then, he stepped in front of He Boqiang and smashed it down.

The Roman sword in He Boqiang's hand met the demon's iron fist, and he subconsciously let out a sound from his mouth:

'Broken! ’

He Boqiang only felt that the blood in his body seemed to be withdrawn, and the blood turned into a trace of demonic qi and wrapped around the demon's fist.

The demon's iron fist burst open with a 'pop' like a rotten egg in the microwave.

The Roman sword stabbed on the demon's bloody wrist, cutting a wound more than a foot long on its arm, the demon howled, and the serrated axe in his hand slashed down again, but He Boqiang blocked it with an iris shield, and took advantage of the situation to insert the Roman sword into the demon's bone armor and exposed calf.

There was originally a layer of hard and thick bone layer on the demon calf, and there were some sharp bone spurs growing on the ankles and knees, which were difficult to cut with ordinary steel long swords, but at this moment, the devil's feet and calves were actually covered with fine cracks, the long sword in He Boqiang's hand was inserted into the devil's calf, and the bone layer that cracked like a dry riverbed fell off one after another, and the Roman sword easily cut into the devil's calf and broke the leg bones inside.

The demon lost a foot and collapsed.

At this time, the second demon had already arrived, and when it saw that its two companions were killed and one was injured, it immediately let out an angry roar, and this roar sounded, and several demon roars sounded in the distance one after another, which seemed to be transmitting information to the surroundings.

Of course, He Boqiang would not give the injured demon a chance to breathe, and took advantage of the demon's fall to step on the demon's shoulder and stabbed the Roman sword into the demon's heart, and at this time, Hathaway rushed over, taking advantage of the ghost's powerlessness to resist, and cut off the demon's head.

The third demon had already rushed ten meters away......

'Broken'

As He Boqiang shouted, the blood was once again pulled out of his body by an invisible force, and a faint demonic qi rushed towards the knee of the third demon, He Boqiang originally thought that the knee of the evil ghost would explode, but this was not the case.

I saw that the bone layer at the demon's knee was cracked with a few fine lines, and the demon's knee was weak and almost fell.

But then he returned to normal and continued to pounce on He Boqiang.

Seeing this situation, He Boqiang knew that the 'Murmur of Death' was not effective on the caster, or the bearing capacity of the knees was too strong, and resisted He Boqiang's 'Murmur of Death', and He Boqiang saw the evil ghost rushing up, so he raised his shield to meet it.

The fleur-de-tailed shield lit up with faint silver runes, which were so dazzling in the eyes of the demons.

He Boqiang kept moving away from the flatbed truck, and when he turned his back to the evil ghosts, he retreated step by step, and several evil ghosts rushed from thousands of kilometers away.

The modified Roman sword in his hand pierced the demon's jaw again......

……

Two quarters of an hour later, He Boqiang bent down and cut off the head of the seventh demon, his legs were a little weak, and he sat down on the grass.

The two of them finally broke a big hole in the net laid by the evil spirit, but at this time they were also exhausted, and they both lay down in the wild grass to regain their strength.

The 'Divine Blessed Body' recovered extremely quickly, and He Boqiang lay on his back among the wild grass.

Overhead, the sky was clear, and the white clouds dotted it flowed past in a variety of ways.

He untied a kettle from his waist and raised his hand to Miss Hathaway, who immediately said that he didn't need it, so he pulled out the cork of the kettle, poured it head-on, washed away all the purple blood stains on his face, and finally drank the water in the kettle in one gulp.

The shield was still next to the arm, but the modified Roman sword was stuck diagonally in the grass.

Hathaway didn't know where to take out a delicate leather water bladder, first soaked a clean handkerchief with water, carefully wiped her face, only took two sips, and then sat in the grass and bandaged herself with a hemostatic bandage, this female swordsman from the Bena Province Advanced Swordsman Academy had more scars on her body than He Bo, but especially after the battle, her eyes were still full of excitement.

The delicate tight leather pants under the leather armor skirt outlined the slender lines, and the delicate long sword in his hand was stained with a layer of purple blood.

She smiled at He Boqiang inexplicably and said:

"Little Dark, if you can return to Pena City alive this time, and tell your friends about killing nine evil spirits with a reserve knight in the Warsaw plane, no one will want to believe it!"

He Boqiang looked at the flowing clouds in the sky, waiting for the strength to return to his body as soon as possible, and said intently: "Do you care about other people's opinions?" ”

Hathaway sat quietly beside him with her hands on her knees, followed his gaze to the sky above her head, and found that there was nothing above her head except clouds, but she did not immediately withdraw her gaze, but squinted her eyes and said: "Of course, if I can show them my worth, maybe I will not be used as a vase to marry those outstanding young nobles they need to befriend." ”

She exhaled softly, turned her head to look at He Boqiang, and thought in her mind: This may be the price of freedom.

He Boqiang could only try not to look at her dripping breasts exposed from the cracks in the leather breastplate after sitting down, but the whiteness could not be wiped out in his mind.

He patted the seven round demon heads around him and said to Hathaway, "Do you want to bring these back?" ”

Hathaway stared at him, the corners of her mouth slightly raised an arc, and asked, "You're going to give me these?" ”

"Of course, you can only take what belongs to you ......"

He Boqiang added, pushing the three demon heads around him to her.

"Ahh Hurry up and get rid of it, it's dirty......" The swordswoman cried out, a kind of irrepressible joy in her voice.

He Boqiang didn't understand why Hathaway, who was still able to grab the long horn on the top of the demon's head without hesitation and cut off the head without hesitation, began to dislike these demonic heads at this time.

But he didn't think much of it, he stood up and hung the heads of these demons around his waist with ropes, and said to Hathaway, "Let's go and join the Trolop Knights, I'm afraid we'll have to hurry up to catch up with them......"