"You can talk after you can kill me!" Hunter showed no panic. He twisted his neck and escaped from Cangying's grasp, still gathering his spiritual energy to slash at Cangying.
A powerful, bloodthirsty aura assaulted him, and Cangying quickly retreated, barely dodging the blade that Hunter swung at him, and managed to get several steps away from Hunter.
The hunter's neck had been gouged out, leaving a bloody patch; the beautiful, intricate black patterns were now messy and bloody.
Cangying held his golden dragon-slaying whip in one hand, his hand stained with the blood of his hunt, and in his palm lay a scale covered in flesh and blood—a black dragon scale.
Cangying stared at the black dragon scale, his chest heaving even more, his eyes turning even redder, and the turbulent undercurrents in his eyes growing even more ferocious.
The hunter wiped his neck with his hand, his gaze falling on his hand. The blood was red; he hadn't expected that even as a human, his blood would be red.
He thought that a knife like his, even if it turned into a human, wouldn't have red blood like a human. This red blood, however, was quite beautiful.
"Bo Jichen, hurry up and bring out the good stuff!" Jiang Dandan was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan when she saw that Liesha was injured and bleeding from his neck. She grabbed Bo Jichen's arm and said, "Liesha is injured. If he gets torn to pieces by the High Priest of the Great Western Kingdom, you're doomed!"
"Hurry up, hurry up, don't hold back. I'll give it back to you after I'm done. Can't you be a little more considerate? Look at how stingy you are."
Bo Jichen: "!!!!"
The daughter is already trying to cheat her old father out of his life, even before she's married.
The hunter only suffered a minor neck injury, not a slit throat.
Moreover, he is a personified knife; to kill him, he must be shattered into pieces.
She's only at the beginning! Look at her worthless appearance, she's a disgrace to the nation!
"Bo Jichen, are you sure you can handle this?" Jiang Dandan, seeing that her dragon father had a treasure but wasn't taking it out, immediately put her hands on her hips and threatened, "Bo Jichen, are you going to give it to me or not? If you don't, you'll never be able to sleep in a bed again."
Bo Jichen almost cursed his own little dragon girl's ancestors for eighteen generations. He almost did, but he didn't because he thought that her ancestors for eighteen generations were his ancestors for eighteen generations.
Bo Jichen never does a losing deal. Before taking the treasure, he would bargain: "I'll give you the treasure, but you have to stay away from my darlings!"
Jiang Dandan was only focused on saving Daodao: "Okay, okay, I promise I'll sleep by myself, alright?"
"That's more like it!" Bo Jichen pulled a 1.2-meter-long cyan sword from his spatial storage, threw it with a backhand, and shouted, "Hunt!"
Hearing the shouts, Hunter turned around and saw a blue sword, carrying immense energy and power, hurtling towards him.
Jiang Dandan watched as the cyan sword was caught by the hunter and asked, "Bo Jichen, can you tell us about the origin of this sword?"
Bo Jichen coughed lightly, stretched out his arm and hugged his little darling, whispering in her ear, "It's nothing special, just a scale I shed, forged by your father himself!"
Jiang Dandan: "???"
His scales?
No, is he showing off his love to it?
Tell it that its father loves it very much, and that its father even forges its shed scales into weapons.
Shameless old man, he's so old, all he knows is to gnaw on young girls, on his father's young and tender grass.
The hunter gripped the cyan longsword, performed a backhand flourish, and the sword emitted a sharp aura. He raised an eyebrow slightly; a fine sword indeed, a rare and exceptional one.
Cangying slowly closed her fingers, gripping the black dragon scale tightly. She lifted her eyelids, her reddened eyes looking at the hunter: "Again!"
Hunter gripped his longsword tightly: "Good!"
Both dragons and swordsmen were unwilling to give way and attacked each other.
The Golden Dragon Whip is made from old dragon bones.
The cyan longsword was forged from the scales of an adult dragon.
The two weapons collided, creating a massive airflow and scattering shockwaves.
Everything around it was touched by the airflow and the attack wave, and as if it had been attacked, it began to break and collapse.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Fu Huan dragged Quan Jian to Bo Jichen's side. "Boss, Boss, what exactly is the identity of the future consort of the Troya Empire?"
"Such a strong killing intent, such a strong smell of blood. It would probably not have such a strong killing intent unless an entire army had been killed."
“P, an army?” Quan Jian said directly, “I don’t think so. You need to kill at least two armies to have such a strong bloody and murderous aura!”
Bo Jichen: "..."
I really want to give them both a thumbs up.
But then I felt that they weren't quite right.
The knife that hunted down the precious eldest daughter, along with the people, zombies, and all sorts of other creatures it killed, totaled far more than two armies!
Jiang Dandan: "!!!!"
An army consists of 30,000 to 100,000 people.
Two armies would have between 60,000 and 200,000 men.
Their bastards definitely killed more than just this few.
It'll probably triple in value, and then it'll have to take a detour.
Clang.
The hunter's foot kicked Cangying in the chest.
Cangying was kicked backwards repeatedly, only managing to steady himself by planting his Dragon-Slaying Whip on the ground.
However... the power of the dragon whip was too great, and it directly cracked the ground.
The space station shook, and the huge glass sunshade on it began to shatter and fall.
Bo Jichen grabbed his little darling's wrist and dashed away.
Jiang Dandan shouted to the hunter, "Daodao, keep going, keep going! I'm waiting for you outside!"
Quanjian wasn't going to fall behind: "Go, High Priest! Go, High Priest! I believe in you!"
Bo Jichen: "..."
Fu Huan: "..."
The hunter swung his longsword, slid it away from the glass that was falling towards Jiang Dandan.
Bo Jichen was taken aback. You have to admit, it's quite interesting to cultivate a knife.
His son is obviously a heartless, shameless, and morally bankrupt lackey.
However, it must be said that his infuriating little sycophant has a good eye; he set his sights on the Hunt, a knife that's only just grown up—it's not easy to fool him.
Look, even in the midst of a life-or-death fight, he didn't forget to protect his family's eggs. For that alone, I have to give him a thumbs up.
The black scales in her hand cut her palm, blood flowed from it and fell to the ground. Cangying attacked the hunter again.
The hunter thrust his longsword at him, both of them using their full strength, neither giving an inch, their powerful spiritual energy, killing intent, and bloodlust intertwined.
The sharp tip of the dragon whip and the powerful clash of spiritual energy lifted the hems of their robes, causing their long, ink-black hair to flutter wildly.
Jiang Dandan grabbed Bo Jichen's hand: "Wait!"
Bo Jichen stopped abruptly, turned around abruptly, and looked in the direction of its gaze. He saw that Liesha had abandoned its sword and rushed towards Cangying, using its hand as a blade to slash at Cangying's neck.
Cangying couldn't retract the dragon whip in time, so it raised its scales and turned its head to dodge.
Hunting was swift as lightning; he used his hand as a blade to slice off a large piece of golden scale from Cangying's neck.
With blood-stained golden scales in his hand, Hunter casually tossed his weapon aside: "Golden dragon, nothing special. Let's go again!"
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