"Huh?" The sudden shout caught the demon's attention, but the demon didn't look much when he saw that it was just a woman hiding in a corner. Instead, he turned his attention to the ink knife.

Because there has been a red mist to resist before, coupled with the demon's unique smell of blood, the ink knife has not been able to find out, and noticed the demon's eyebrows.

But at this moment, the red mist beside the demon became lighter, and the smell of blood was no longer as strong as before.

Only then did the ink knife discover that there was a slightly raised horn between the demon's eyebrows.

The moment he saw that horn, the ink knife could be sure that it was the broken knife fragment he was looking for.

At this time, the blood dragon has arrived, with a momentum that shakes the heavens and the earth.

Open your bloody mouth and devour everything mercilessly. Anything that touches it is wiped out.

But the ink knife, looking at the blood dragon that was coming straight towards him, just lightly raised the broken knife and made a pre-slashing posture.

There is no astonishing momentum on its body, and there is not the slightest fluctuation of power. It looks so ordinary, ordinary as a mortal chopping wood.

The hand broke off and the knife fell at random.

Looking at the ink knife's actions, a smug smile appeared on the demon's face.

He had thought that the ink knife would emit an astonishing aura against the blood dragon, but he didn't want it to be just such a random slash.

In the eyes of the demon, the ink knife is too light on the enemy, and he actually wants to defuse his strongest blow so easily. The demon said secretly in his heart: "Although your strange broken knife can cut through the red mist and cut off the blood sword, but my blood dragon is many times more condensed than before, and it is even more integrated with the power of the soul. ”

The blood dragon arrived, and the broken knife also fell at the same time.

At this moment, the demon seemed to have seen the future of the death of the ink knife, and was laughing wildly.

But the next moment, his smile suddenly stopped. The corners of his mouth were still slightly upturned, and he maintained a smiling posture, but his eyes were staring at the ink knife.

"How is this possible!" the demon cried.

I saw the blood dragon that shook the sky, as if it could devour everything ruthlessly. Under the random slash of the ink knife, it instantly collapsed and scattered, and disappeared without even being able to let out a scream.

I can't believe it, the devil can't believe it's all true. But the facts were in front of his eyes, so he had to believe it.

The demon's legs began to tremble, and at this moment he was finally afraid. It was the first time he had felt fear since he turned into a demon. Even in the face of the Immortal King, he was never afraid, but at this time, in the face of the ink knife, in the face of a mortal with a broken knife in his hand, he was afraid.

Turning around violently, without stopping for a moment, the moment the blood dragon was beheaded, the demon fled quickly. At this time, he no longer had the slightest courage to fight against the ink knife.

Seeing that the demon was about to escape, the ink knife flew up, walked against the wind, and followed closely.

It has nothing to do with killing immortals, at this moment, the ink knife must keep the demon no matter what, because the ink knife wants to recover the fragments of the broken knife, and only by completing the broken knife can the ink knife be qualified to fight with the immortal master.

The speed of the demon is very fast, so fast that only an afterimage is left, but the speed of the ink knife is even faster.

Stepping on the void, bringing out bursts of thunder, at this time, the figure of the ink knife was like electricity, and the thunder light bloomed all over his body. In an instant, he rushed in front of the demon and blocked his way.

The demon suddenly stopped his body and looked at the black-clothed ink knife in front of him. The demon said, "Leave me alone." ”

In the face of the demon's begging for mercy, the ink knife did not say a word, there was only life and death between him and the immortals, and everything that did not belong to this world, he had to kill it. No matter what happens at this moment, it is impossible for the ink knife to let go of the demon.

What's more, he still has his own broken knife fragments on him.

With a fierce shot, the ink knife slashed with a swing, and the broken knife brought out a cold light.

At this time, the demon has no intention of fighting, and he has the intention of retreating in his heart, so his body is no longer as flexible as before.

One couldn't dodge and was slashed by an ink knife. Fortunately, at the last moment, the demon struggled to move his body and dodged the fatal blow. But he was still left with a wound on his shoulder by the broken knife in the hand of the ink knife.

Black blood flowed out like mud, accompanied by the roar of a wronged soul. It seems that he has finally broken free from the cage and is venting unbridledly.

"Why do you have to kill me?" the demon asked, he couldn't understand why the Ink Knife had to kill him. It's just that he forgot that he also kept killing the ink knife.

"Because you're a demon. Inkknife answered him again.

"So what, the devil deserves to die!" Suddenly, the demon began to roar.

"Yes. Ink Knife said.

"In that case, why did you let me out in the first place, so that I could remember everything. The demon's voice grew louder and louder, he hated, hated the ink knife, hated the ink knife and let him out.

He could have forgotten everything, forgotten everything, and just been a puppet, but because of the ink knife, because the ink knife let him out early, he could remember everything, remember how he was killed, and remember how his relatives died tragically.

"There's no way I'm going to let you out. The ink knife said, and after speaking, he swung the knife and slashed, not giving the demon a chance to speak. It's just that Modao suddenly felt that the demon in front of him was very strange, because he kept saying that he let him out, but Modao knew that he would never do that.

"Then why did he say that?" thought to Modao, and suddenly a thought came to him. "Could it be immortals? They know that I have amnesia, so that's why they make up this lie. ”

Thinking of this, no matter what the demon was saying, the ink knife turned a deaf ear. It's just a trick of the immortals.

The broken knife fell in an instant, heading straight for the heart of the demon's eyebrows.

Because of the blood dragon, the demon's physical strength has long been exhausted, and at this time, in the face of the ink knife slash, he has no power to fight back, so he can only blindly dodge.

In less than a moment, many wounds appeared on his body.

Although there is no fatal wound, if it lasts for a long time, it will definitely die.

"It can't go on like this. The demon thought to himself. But at this time, he couldn't beat the ink knife, and he couldn't escape.

"What to do!" In the midst of the danger, the demon suddenly remembered the woman he had seen earlier. In an instant, a bold idea came to me.

At this moment, he is at the end of his rope, and in order to survive, he has to gamble.

Suddenly, the demon roared angrily, and his hands condensed the few red mist into blood swords, and then waved all of them.

However, the target was not the Ink Knife, but flew into the distance, to the place where he had fought the Ink Knife before.

After doing all this, the demon turned and fled, using his speed to the extreme. At this moment, the demon only hoped that he had made the right bet, otherwise he would definitely die this time.

"What is he doing?" The moment the Blood Sword appeared, the Ink Knife wanted to cut it off, but the Ink Sword found that the target of those Blood Swords was not him.

Since it's not himself, the ink knife doesn't care much. Flying towards the demon, this time, he will slay the demon no matter what, and recapture the broken knife fragment.

But just after chasing out the moment, the ink knife stopped suddenly. Look at the direction in which the blood sword has disappeared.

"Damn. ”