The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The long sword got stuck in the spine, and the monster fell to the ground, screaming terribly. It was rolling on the snow, and Zelin grasped the hilt tightly to prevent himself from being thrown out. The giant wolf kept roaring hoarsely, leaping up, shaking his body, or twisting his head backward, trying to throw the enemy on his back down and crush him with his teeth.

Zelin shook his body flexibly, and the sword blade pierced into the body caused greater pain to the giant wolf. At the same time, he snapped his fingers, and the giant wolf's body kept leaping into flames. Soon, in the snow mist and the fragrance of lilies. In time, Zelin smelled a burning smell.

I don't know how long it took, the monster staggered and ran for a few steps, then its front legs fell, head down and fell to the ground, the inertia caused the monster wolf's huge body to slide forward for several meters before it gradually stopped.

Ze Lin let go and landed on the snow. He still did not forget to draw the Arden rune beside the giant wolf, in case the monster suddenly opened his eyes and attacked him.

He coughed and slapped ice and dust on his body. He took a deep breath, and the cold air calmed his tumbling stomach a bit, and the head that was tumbling on the back of the giant wolf. The thick smoke rises, forming a strange black in a bright white world. The lily field devastated by the battle is no longer as beautiful as before. The delicate flowers are broken, and the torn petals are scattered on the ground. The melted snow and the soil together form a pool of muddy water, with a few polluted flowers floating on it.

After a while, it was certain that this monster was really dead.

The demon hunter walked up, grabbed the hilt with both hands, and pulled it back. He pulled it several times, but found that the blade was stuck too strong, and he couldn't pull the sword out.

"How do you feel when facing the enemy but losing your weapon."

With a familiar voice, Zelin turned his head and saw Sister Frid walking slowly from the bottom of the arena. She stepped barefoot in the snow, but she didn't see the slightest discomfort. With eyes hidden under the hood, the nun smiled with a flat smile, "It's a good fight." She raised her sickle and gently stroked the sickle with the cold light "But you shouldn't stop me."

Feeling the fading effect of the medicine on his body, Zelin sighed. He doubted whether he could deal with a third enemy who was not weaker than the previous two after two consecutive tense battles. Although he can try, he may not have time to drink the White Seagull, too much toxicity will cause him damage. Zelin is not a viper school after all, but he should be able to try and try another battle beyond the toxicity.

As long as his body can support it.

"If this world is destroyed, I am afraid it will be difficult for me to survive." Zelin drew out the ebony blade. "I have seen how you destroyed the Youxian Church. I can't let you destroy more places in the same way."

"It's hard to imagine that an undead without humanity would say such words." The corners of Frid's mouth changed slightly, and a mocking smile "What have you done until now?"

Chapter 435: Sister Frid

"I don't understand what you are talking about, I am not an undead."

Zelin walked around slowly, as he did when dealing with this wolf, carefully paying attention to the distance between him and Frid. A hand is often behind him, slightly drawing the charm of the Kunen's seal. The griffon steel sword is still stuck on the giant wolf's corpse. The wolf's bones must be very hard. If normal, he will spend a day dealing with this beast. Whether it is a huge fur or a hard bone, it can be sold. Nice good price.

"Why don't you just leave, don't disturb me."

Fried said coldly.

"Then watching you let this world be ruined like the Youxian Church?"

"You are blinded by the shackles." The nun raised the sickle in her hands.

The nun lifted her toes slightly. The next moment, she was like a cheetah ready to go, moving quickly but silently. In just an instant, she crossed a distance of ten meters, and the raised sickle was drawn diagonally toward the neck of the demon hunter from top to bottom. The chill carried on the sickle looked like cones of ice. Zelin felt an oncoming force hit him, his ribs seemed to be broken, and there seemed to be thousands of cones stabbing in his ears and brain.

Zelin stepped back quickly, raising his hand to make an Alderfa seal. The nun was silent, she turned around, and the sickle carried the cold air over the waist of the demon hunter. But the Dharma seal worked, and the nun was staggered by the burst of Dharma seal. Zelin took the opportunity to distance herself from her, took the white seagull from her waist, and took a sip.

The nun stood firm, and she stared at the demon hunter cautiously. Frid is not a living corpse. Although Zelin doesn't know what the ashes represent, she can be sure that she looks no different from an ordinary living person. She waved her sickle gracefully, and the rolling chill seemed to be overwhelming. She approached again, and the blade continuously launched a new round of offensive. The first knife smashed the empty potion bottle that Zelin casually threw over, and then the second knife, the third knife, and the ebony blade staggered with the sickle one after another. Together, sparks sparked.

Zelin waited patiently, clenching the hilt with both hands, he kept backing away, just parrying Frid's offensive again and again. He was looking for opportunities and flaws. At the last moment, he jumped up and flicked his sword vigorously from facing Frid, even the air made a sharp hiss.

He chopped off.

It was not Frid who avoided, but she disappeared, just as she had seen it on the sling bridge. Suddenly, it disappeared out of thin air.

Zelin lost his rhythm in an instant, but fortunately, Frid did not launch a chase randomly. The demon hunter turned around in place, placed his weight on his right foot, and cut obliquely behind him where he was most likely to attack.

But Frid still had no trace, and the blade slashed into the air.

He put on a guard posture and listened carefully to the sounds around him. This time, Frid will not run away. If she can't defeat Zelin and Gal, then no matter what plan she has in Ereder, she will not succeed, and what she has done will inevitably be in vain.

The beast's pupils shrank into a gap, and Zelin paid full attention to any wind and grass nearby.

The sound of the wind blowing through the flower field, the smoldering of the giant wolf's hair with sparks, the patter of melting snow along the ice cone to the ground. He was attentive, listening to any unusual sounds.

What did he hear.

The sound of lily petals on the ground being touched.

The demon hunter's arm shook abruptly, and a moon dust bomb was thrown out. The viscous metal powder shook in the glass bomb, and then exploded. The flowers on the ground were overwhelmed by the air currents caused by the explosion, and the air was flooded in an instant. Floating dust, and in this dust, many sticky dust outlines the figure of the nun Miaoman.

Being caught off guard by this sudden attack that had never been seen before, Frid didn't seem to be able to realize what Zelin was doing for the first time. After all, in this world, the only round weapon that can be thrown is the flame pot. But when the dust gathered, Zelin pointed the tip of the sword to the direction where the invisible Frid was, and he jumped forward, dancing a group of hurried sword flowers.

He chopped out into the air.

But the blade did not cut the air.

Frid was hiding quickly, her movements were as light as ever, she turned the back handle of the sickle, and smashed the demon hunter's long sword. But when she stepped on the lily and pulled away and showed her figure, her black nun's uniform had a crack the width of her index finger from her shoulder to the top of her left chest, and a little dim blood leaked from it. Zelin snorted. This sword should have cut through her right arm, where she mainly uses weapons. But it only caused a little scar-it must have not hurt the bones, it was just a skin injury that didn't make much sense.

"Hunting the undead talisman? Magic?"

Frid tilted his head slightly.

Zelin raised his head and drank the Hekna decoction.

"Bomb is science."

"A new way to hunt the undead?"

The nun waved her sickle again, like a crescent moon taking Zelin's chest straight.

"I won't hunt anyone for no reason." Zelin's sword held Frid's scythe. "But you, I can't just sit back and watch your behavior."

"Just because I am undead, right?"

"No, it's behavior, not identity."

Frid said nothing.

The blade and sickle collided again, but this time, Zelin noticed that the strength from the blade was not as strong as before. Frid's state remained the same, it seemed that there was no difference, but as the fighting continued, the nun's offensive became more and more fierce, but the control of the weapon became less precise. She uses a sickle in her hand, but there is a shadow of swordsmanship in every move. Zelin is good at using swords, he knows what kind of movements and postures a person who uses a sword will make.

Soon, Zelin noticed that Frid’s body seemed to be in a state of restrained weakness, her body was so empty, she might be able to continue fighting with such a fierce offensive for a while, but as long as the demon hunts If the hunter can hold on, Frid will reveal more and more flaws. The demon hunter didn't know why this happened, just as he didn't know exactly what happened to the undead and ashes. If he knew all this, he might be able to draw a conclusion, but now, he only needs to think about how to defeat the opponent.

Zelin focused on defense, and he kept moving closer to Frid's left side. He went around in circles, trying not to let himself be forced into a dead end. The lily was trampled on the ground by the demon hunter's boots, before it slowly stood up again, and then was stepped into the mud by Frid's barefoot.

Seeing the opportunity, Zelin deliberately revealed a flaw. The nun drew her sickle with the chill, Zelin curled up, the Kunen's seal exploded, and the bursting air current made Frid pause slightly. Then he suddenly jumped up and feinted at the right side of the nun's body. While the nun turned the sickle and made a parry position, he quickly swung a sword stabbing.

Splashes of blood are scattered in the white flower field.

Chapter 436 The Last Wish

Blood.

The glittering blood dripped on the flowers like morning dew.

The land under her was getting colder and colder, and Biting Frost Ring could no longer protect her from the cold. The falling petals were like an extraordinary funeral, slowly falling onto Frid's clothes that were gradually soaked in blood.

Sorry, sisters, my useless sister, I still can’t help you...

Her vision gradually blurred. It was the same as last time, when Rondoll was defeated by the conquering knights. Last time, she was thrown into the stove. This time, the remaining soul probably won't even be left ashes. It's a pity that I only saw Yulia, and I don't know what happened to Lilianne who was still staying in Rondo.

It's cold, she feels getting colder and colder.