Nightcrawler: 20 Years of Peaceful Demons

Chapter 41: Hou Mo Stands Up, Yuyu Clarifies Wan Liai

The rope, which was originally soft, began to gradually harden at this moment. It was made of silicone at first, but after a while, it was like an extremely hot iron rod, and it kept stretching to both sides.

At that time, I had just swallowed the blood beads, and the blood in my heart was churning, and the scorching heat was churning from my stomach to all parts of my body.

Under the stimulation of such heat, the pain in my wound has subsided a little, and it seems that it is not so painful.

And the stick was extremely hot, holding it in my hand, but it didn't sting.

I don't know why, but at this moment, I suddenly felt an indescribable feeling, as if this thing, inexplicably, gave birth to a feeling of heart-to-heart and breath sharing with me.

This is very magical, it seems that it is not a dead thing, but a living thing.

I even had the illusion that it was my third hand.

Or, a third leg.

this……

An indescribable wonderful feeling made me no longer hesitate and fear when I was in a desperate situation, and the power surged through my meridians and acupoints, giving me some desperate determination and courage to face everything out of thin air. , and in the next second, the pile of ropes was fully stretched and turned into a hot and hard stick, but at this moment, I heard a toothache sound, and then I finally saw the light again.

That stick directly tore open the belly of the giant crocodile that swallowed me.

Blood was flying, I grabbed the fiery red stick, and jumped out of the crocodile's belly, as if reborn, and before I could take a few breaths of fresh air, I heard a stern shout from the side: "Give me die."

I followed the prestige and saw that Ma Yi'ao was still fighting with Qiu Wendong, but the difference was that besides Qiu Wendong, there was a dwarf next to him.

This short man is no more than 1.5 meters tall, with a short stature, a big head and a thick neck, and looks very wretched.

However, his methods seem to be far more fierce than Qiu Wendong's. He holds a sharp short knife in each hand, which looks like a Japanese katana. Everywhere, as if he was about to fall down—judging from the current situation, this is very likely to be the fake devil named "Yang Yong" that Qiu Wendong and Smiling Tiger talked about, and his strength is estimated to be equal to two Qiu Wendong.

It was such a situation that even if the grumpy guy was dissatisfied, he could only nag behind his back.

The two teamed up to make Ma Yi'ao feel a little bit embarrassed, but it was just that. I broke free from the belly of this giant crocodile beast. After Qiu Wendong found out that I was not dead, he let go of the siege of Ma Yi'ao again, and rushed towards me with a strange cry. .

This person seems to be full of resentment, and he wants to stay with me forever.

If it was before, facing this murderer, I might have turned around and fled. However, when I was in the belly of the crocodile just now, after I swallowed the blood beads, not only was my whole body hot and sweaty, but my whole body Human nature has become manic and restless, even the pain and bleeding that terrified me before have become less important at this moment, and instead stimulated the source of my ferocity.

At this moment, even if I don’t look in the mirror, I can still know how ferocious and terrifying the expression on my face is, and the scene in my eyes even flushes red like a drop of blood, dyeing the whole world. Bloody.

Life and death are bearish, if you don't agree, just do it.

what……

Amidst the roar, I raised the hot stick in my hand high, and rushed towards this vicious and hostile guy.

When the enemy met, they were extremely jealous. Both sides did not speak any words, and they did it immediately. After running for a few steps, Qiu Wendong had already revealed his true nature, and he was the first to make a move. The knife flower reflected the candlelight of the palace lantern in the distance into my eyes, and the light was brilliant, and then the blade turned and slashed towards my body.

I had special training under the guidance of Ma Yi'ao in the Yangcheng Courtyard. It was not that I practiced any boxing routines, but that I understood the meaning of fighting. It lies in courage, in agility, in calmness, and always grasping The opponent's offensive, and in a short moment, make the most correct judgment.

The routines in real martial arts are actually more to help you make subconscious judgments.

clang!
Seeing the opponent's long knife slashing, I gave up the slap in the face, because I could feel that the opponent's sword was definitely faster than my long stick, so I stretched out the long stick, touched the ground, and blocked it. The opponent slashed fiercely.

When the knife and stick collided, there was a clanging sound, and the sound of metal "buzzed", and my hands felt the power transmitted by the stick.

It was terrifying, trembling slightly, and even made my hands feel a little numb.

But even so, the flaming stick was inserted into the rocky ground, and it didn't retreat a single point.

I blocked the opponent's powerful blow.

This time, my confidence suddenly surged, because I felt that when the power penetrated my whole body, I seemed to have the whole world, and the confidence was accumulating layer by layer, so that I no longer had the previous timidity and courage. The mentality of little fear and the depression accumulated in my heart these days are also swept away.

Come on, you guys are going to kill people, right?
You want to kill me, right?
Come!
Let's have a good fight...

The long stick was tumbling, and I started to meet the opponent. At the beginning, Qiu Wendong was still on the offensive, as fierce as a tiger out of the cage. I think that although I am a fledgling character, I am not inferior to the other party in terms of momentum. I yelled and cursed loudly in my native dialect, and then raised my stick.

The swords and sticks clashed, and the two sides fought together, seemingly inseparable. However, after a few rounds of clashes between the machete and the long stick in my hand, the situation changed.

The machete seemed to be extremely sharp and frosty, but it fell on the long stick like iron, and sparks shot out, but after a few strokes, the knife actually started to blunt, and after the two of them fought with all their strength, The machete was like a crisp cake, and it broke directly from the tip of the knife one-third of the way back.

As soon as the machete was broken, Qiu Wendong turned pale with shock, and shouted loudly: "What is the origin of your stick?"

His question is really ridiculous, don't say that I look confused and don't know anything, even if I know, so what, at such a time of life and death, is it possible that I will kindly remind him?
I don't have the habit of talking while fighting and distracting myself. I also raise the stick at the moment, tapping continuously without any hesitation.

After a few more rounds of fighting like this, the machete in Qiu Wendong's hand was broken again. This point in his hand was like a short wooden stick. He didn't dare to fight with me anymore. The handle is attached to the broken blade and thrown towards me. I have quick eyesight and quick hands. After flying with a stick, I turned around and ran away.

At this moment, he no longer had the previous ferocity, but shouted loudly: "Well, you vicious brat, what is it to bully people with the weapon in your hand?"

I didn't answer him, but followed closely, approaching him with a stride, and then suddenly fell down with a stick.

This stick was aimed at that guy's head, I never thought that his reaction was extremely fast, he dodged suddenly, and avoided the vital point, but the fiery red stick still hit the opponent's shoulder forcefully.

boom!
But when he heard a toothache sound, Qiu Wendong's backward body suddenly tilted and fell to the ground.

And the long stick intersected with his shoulder, and the crimson temperature instantly ignited the yellow hair on his shoulder, and the intersection was even darker, like a burn, and Qiu Wendong rolled in pain.

At this time, I finally realized that this soft but hard thing in my hand is a treasure.

While you are sick, I will kill you.

I didn't delay too much time, hit the snake with the stick, and continued to move forward. Qiu Wendong hit me with a stick, and half of my arm was completely black. I rolled a few times before I extinguished the flames on my body. On the ground, avoid my stormy stick, and then beg for mercy loudly: "Yang Yong, Mr. Yang, save me..."

The dwarf who was fighting with Ma Yi'ao turned his head and stared at me, making me feel as if I had fallen into an ice cave, as if a basin of ice water was pouring on my head.

But he didn't come over right away, but let out a cold snort, and continued to fight Ma Yi'ao.

I went down with a few more sticks, one of which hit Qiu Wendong's right leg, and directly broke his leg. Feeling the threat of his life, Qiu Wendong finally let go of all his pride, and yelled like a pig: "Mr. Honma, Mr. Masaki Honma, please help me..."

He shouted like this, and I just learned that the short man's Japanese name is Masaki Honma.

Probably because he heard that Qiu Wendong couldn't bear it any longer, the dwarf made a ruthless move, and after forcing Ma Yi'ao back, he turned around and rushed towards me.

And at this time, the heat in my body has climbed to the extreme, and it suddenly soared into the air, and it was a stick down.

puff……

The stick just hit Qiu Wendong's head, and that ugly, furry head immediately blossomed, and the brains splattered, and then I rolled to the side to avoid the dwarf's attack.

Ma Yi'ao arrived at the right time, stood in front of me, and protected me.

Seeing that Qiu Wendong, who was beaten to death by me, returned to his original appearance as a bearded man, Honma Masaki gritted his teeth and roared, "Baga!"

After saying that, he took out a black thing from his arms, and said with a malicious smile: "You want this weak water? Just dream!"

Before the words were finished, the black stone-like thing fell into the small pool filled with weak water, and then the small pool that was originally full of immortal energy suddenly evaporated, like boiled water. Then the white mist twisted instantly and turned into billowing smoke, exuding a very pungent smell.

what……

I saw the hope of crossing the catastrophe was instantly shattered, my heart ached, my face was flushed, and I flew towards the pool, but unexpectedly a hand stretched out from behind and grabbed me.

This person was Ma Yi'ao, and he shouted angrily at me: "Don't die?"

(End of this chapter)