The Chain Sword unfolded suddenly, and a pitch-black mist poured out of Woog's wrist and haunted it. And the chain sword also seemed to come alive at this moment, meandering and flying in mid-air, making a crying "buzzing" sound.

"Tragedy of the Night!"

As he spoke, Wooger's wrist shook, and the chain sword stabbed at the other party in a circle.

"Boom!"

When the other party raised his hand, ignoring the oncoming chain sword, the shotgun sprayed violently, and dozens of magic crystal bullets pounced on Wu Ge's arms like a flock of birds leaving the nest.

There is no doubt that at this time, the other party has already held the determination and killing intent to die!

But......

The chain sword that seems to be "alive" is not just a simple adjective, but really "alive" at this moment!

In the large number of magic crystal bullets, the chain sword flew on its own and shot it down, and Wu Ge suddenly let go of his palm, and Zhang quickly approached the other party, raising his right hand and putting his five fingers together, stabbing the opponent like a sharp bayone...... Heart!

Dig it out!

Dig it out!

Dig it out!

Dig out his heart!

Crush his heart!

His eyes glowed with a breathtaking blood, and a sneer that sent chills down his spine on his face, and he didn't know when Wooger became like this, as if he was ...... Bloodthirsty as a beast and brutal as a monster!

Such a change even made Wooger himself frightened from the bottom of his heart!

More and more like ...... Monsters that have lost their minds......

Because of this, Wu Ge was originally as fast as lightning, and his seamless movements were like cracked crystals, resulting in a trace of cracks!

Moment!

The other party seized this rare opportunity!

His hands were raised, crossed over his chest, and he slammed into Wooger's palms!

It's unbelievably simple!

Extra effective!

Because, at the moment when his arms and Wu Ge's palms wanted to collide, the other party suddenly raised his hands, and Wu Ge's palms suddenly deflected, narrowly slashing across the top of the other party's head and cutting off a strand of hair.

Then, the elbow of the opponent pointed directly at Woolger's chest suddenly shot out two blades, almost piercing the sleeve of his coat and the ...... Wooger's chest!

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

......

Blood dripped down the tip of the knife that pierced the chest like a brisk song.

"Attaching the soul to a weapon...... It's crazy and genius idea. ”

"But ......"

"You're not a god! you're just a beast! a monster!"

"Death is what you deserve!"

As he spoke, he drew his blade, cut off Wooger's head, and turned to leave.

It's just that the lonely figure doesn't have the slightest joy of revenge, and even on the contrary, anyone can see it...... There is only endless desolation......

......

"And yet...... Did you just leave? KGB, Rheinz......"

Suddenly, a voice suddenly remembered.

Surprised, he suddenly turned around and saw a figure wearing a tattered robe and a clown mask holding the Holy Cross sword at his waist.

"Who are you! the Night Clan's accomplice!"

The KGB said, raising its gun and aiming at each other.

"Hunter...... I'm just a somewhat unusual hunter......"

Listening to the masked, low, muffled voice, the KGB said coldly: "That NightClan is dead, get out!"

Under the KGB's almost scolding tone, the other party still responded in that slightly lazy tone: "However...... My target isn't the fallen NightClan, it's ......"

Before the words fell, the Holy Cross sword at his waist shot out fiercely.

At this moment, the KGB's instinct to hover on the brink of life and death for many years made his body instinctively squat.

The next moment, above his head, the silver thread rose to the sky, scattered in the wind, as if it had been cut off by an invisible blade!

The next moment, before he could react, the other party had already rushed to his side and knocked him to the ground with one kick.

It wasn't until the cold sword blade was on the neck that the other party's word "you" came out.

Such a weird swordsmanship...... This speed that goes beyond the limit......

"It's you!"

"The god killer who made the goddess of light fall!"

"It's also the last family member of the Goddess of Light!"

"In this apocalyptic era, the only hunter who hunts the 'Hunter'!"

"Colt St. Stirling!"

The KGB said this, and the eyes flashed with surprise and ...... Panicky!

"No way! How can you still live! 6,000 years! How can you live 6,000 years!"

"Could it be...... Don't...... You've reached 'that' level and become ...... became a ......"

What kind of class is that? What kind of class did the KGB lack the courage to even mention it?

However......

"So what?"

"Isn't it?"

"Is this important?"

As he spoke, the sword of the Holy Cross in his hand was suddenly pressed down, like an executioner, ready to cut off the head of the KGB!

"Poof!"

The moment the long sword was pressed, blood burst out!

However, the head of the KGB was still around the neck.

So where does this blood come from?

Above the blade of the sword was a palm, from which the blood came from.

"His life ...... It shouldn't end like this......"

The owner of the palm said this, and the blood in his eyes was even more bloody than before.

However, what is surprising is that this blood light not only does not have the slightest killing intent, but instead exudes a clarity and a resolute ......

......

"Huh!"

Mike on the hospital bed sat up abruptly and took a breath!

"Miss Mack, what's wrong with you?"

The guard at the door immediately asked, but Mike gritted his teeth and said, "Go...... Go and call Master Hagrid......"

"No need to scream, I'm just coming for you. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Hagrid opened the tent with Will and walked in.

"What's the matter?"

Hagrid said, holding up his sterling silver flask and taking a sip.

Mike gradually curled up and nodded, and said a little distractedly: "Originally...... Wooger's power has begun to drain from the depths of my soul, but just now you ...... Wooger's Power ...... Even if it's Wooger's strength, that power has suddenly grown to the limit! Even surpassing Wooger's former strength!"

Listening to Mike's words, he immediately put down the flask, frowned, and said, "What do you mean by 'even if it's Wooger's power'?"

Mike hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and said, "There is a taste of Wooger's soul breath in this power, but the source is ...... If we talk about the former Wooger, his power, his soul seems to be a dark shadow, deep and long...... So now, Wooger's power is a galloping bloodstream...... It's anger! Anger to the extreme! Even this force itself contains an irrepressible aggressiveness...... Just now, when this power poured into me in place of Wooger's original power...... It's as if my soul has been struck by a hammer......"

Hagrid listened intently, and it wasn't until Mike finished speaking that she snapped the lid of the sterling silver flask, and spoke in thought.

"Is it Wooger's own awakening, or is it ...... Induced to come out...... Truly inherited from the power of the Stik ...... 'Blood of the Origin'......"