"Oh no, this blood is poisonous, shut up!"
Some of the three covered their mouths and noses, and some took out special tissues to resist, and only then did they get rid of the dizziness. But even so, they did not leave, but instead looked intently at the strong man who was fighting with Yanqu.
"I can't recognize who he is, but he should be a core disciple of the Demon Heart lineage."
"The Demon Heart lineage values killing the most. Its power is brutal and cruel, hurting others and itself. He has aroused all his blood and energy. If he fails, he will die."
Previously, the five sects joined forces to attack the monster Yanqu. They used all kinds of mechanisms and magic spells, and used all kinds of weapons and strange skills, but they did not leave any wounds on the monster. Instead, they used the surging tide to defeat and disperse the disciples of various sects who came to besiege it. Unexpectedly, now, when they met for the first time, they were injured by this big man and cried incessantly.
"The monster is angry."
After several exchanges, this 'Yanqu' found that his attacks seemed to be ineffective, so he began to gather water waves to submerge the man and himself.
The turbid and yellow tide continued to gather, and the water under Yanqu's claws became deeper and deeper. The resistance he faced when jumping and weaving through the waves was many times greater than before, and the big man's speed finally slowed down, allowing him to be detected and resisted by the monster.
"laugh--"
The blade slashed on the black and blue strange claws, producing long and thin sparks. In the storm, Yanqu suddenly swung his other claw down, directly attacking the big man who was trapped in the rain waves.
The sharp claws left five residual marks in the air, and knocked the big man away with one blow, bringing up a large amount of blood. The opponent also crashed into the water and slid through a long ravine for hundreds of meters before he barely stopped. At this time, he was buried in the underwater mud. If he could not get up in time, he would probably drown in the muddy water.
After knocking the opponent away, Yanqu swam in the rain, his body slowly rising into the sky, with thunder surrounding him.
"Oh no, that monster is going to transform into a dragon." The three people present felt the extremely oppressive atmosphere in the sky, and their hearts were pounding.
If this monster really crosses that hurdle and becomes a ninth-level demon dragon, it will be unstoppable and no one will be able to suppress it.
Perhaps knowing that time was running out, the waves suddenly exploded, and the big man who had been knocked into the water before jumped out again. One of his arms was disabled, with only a small piece of flesh and blood connected to his drooping wrist. There were claw marks on his back that were deep enough to see the bone. The three people could even vaguely see his beating flesh and blood and internal organs through the huge wound.
Even after suffering such an injury, he still did not stop. With his better arm, he grasped the giant knife and directly cut off his disabled left arm. Then he put it in his mouth and chewed it. His eyes were bloodshot and wide open as he stared at the monster "Yanqu" that was gradually floating in the sky.
"Accept your fate!"
He pushed off a rock with his feet, and his body shot up into the sky like a crimson lightning, facing the thunder and lightning, and slashed at the monster.
A huge arc of blood was streaked across the sky, briefly revealing a glimmer of light through the thick clouds and rain. The knife directly chopped off one of Yanqu's claws, sending it falling into the water.
In severe pain, the monster twisted and roared in the air, becoming extremely ferocious. Its previous progress in advancement was also interrupted by this knife.
Yanqu, caught in a rage, pounced down again and fought with it. His long tail swept across, huge waves hit it, and the splashing blood and waves blurred his vision.
…
This continued until dusk, when the rain gradually stopped.
The dim light shone on the ruined hillside. The monster had lost one eye, and its body was covered with scars and gashes that exposed bones. Its flesh was exposed, and black poisonous blood flowed down the hillside, gradually dyeing the river water below black.
At the end of the hillside, Yanqu's fangs were still tightly biting half of the strong man's body, and his remaining eyeballs were full of blood, staring at the big man in his mouth.
“Hu, hu, hu…”
The breath from his mouth was like a broken box, and the exposed wound had turned pale, almost without any blood. Finally, the strong man slowly raised the broken blood-rusted giant knife and inserted it into the eyeball of Yanqu, stirring up the smelly black and red blood.
Slowly, the huge and ferocious monster finally stopped struggling, and the strong man dropped his arms in vain and collapsed in its sharp and bloody mouth.
Rainwater mixed with blood continued to flow, and the setting sun in the sky slowly set, shining on the rusty broken knife, coating it with layers of faint afterglow.
At the end of April, the monster "Yanqu" from the 靘洲 was killed by Huai Chang from the "Tiger Roaring in the Nine Wasteland Mountains". The heavy rain finally stopped and the disasters in the four continents gradually subsided. The local people all mourned his name. King Dai lost the support of the people, and the southwestern continents gradually became alienated from him.
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