Another thrust, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, brought in the brilliant white light, like a long night.

The old demon of Montenegro just raised his hand, knowing that something was wrong, and the speed at which he wielded the dagger was faster.

Without his sense of touch, his control over his body plummeted, leaving him extremely uncomfortable, so he made this mistake.

Obviously, this was an irreparable mistake, and he could only watch as the sharp tip of the knife flashed with cold light and rapidly enlarged in his eyes. Then, he closed his eyelids.

His eyelids were so hard that even if a one-stone strong bow was shot at them with the heavy arrows of the Mitsubishi Cone Arrow, it would not be able to penetrate the eyelid defenses and hurt his eyes.

However, Devil Cry's knife was too sharp, and the strength of Devil Cry's instant burst was many times stronger than a one-stone strong bow.

This knife directly pierced the eyelids and pierced the eyeballs inside, which were countless times stronger than the glass.

The broken voice came into his mind clearly, there was no pain, no feeling, but the old demon of Montenegro screamed in horror.

When he opened his eyes, he saw darkness.

He's blind.

"No, no. The old demon of Montenegro threw away the dagger and covered his face, relying on the sound of his fingers rubbing against the basin, trying to touch his broken eye, he touched it for a while and didn't know whether he had touched it or not, so he had to break down and scream: "No, you obviously only hurt me in one eye, why did you ......"

"Why can't you see with either eye, right?" Ghost Cry's sneer came into his ears: "It seems that you still don't know, you are not facing an ordinary knife, but my knife." ”

"Wrong, hahahaha, I was wrong. The old demon of Montenegro laughed madly: "From the beginning, I should have killed you with thunder, and I shouldn't have given you half a chance to get close to me." ”

"Yes. Ghost Cry replied affirmatively, "If you do that, I won't have a chance to fight back." ”

After all, Devil Cry's knife is only seven feet with a blade and handle, and for the old demon of Montenegro, the attack range is very limited.

"It's a pity. The voice of the devil crying regret came to his ears: "You looked down on me from the beginning, and you didn't think I could be a threat to you from the beginning, so from the beginning, you made a fatal mistake. ”

If the old demon of Montenegro is a farmer wearing a hoe, then Devil Cry is like the most poisonous snake in the world, his body is no more than three feet long, and his attack range is extremely limited, and the farmer can easily use a hoe to shovel off the head of the poisonous snake six feet away, crushing it, so that the poisonous snake does not pose any threat to him.

But the farmer didn't. He took the initiative to step forward, threw away the hoe, and played with the poisonous snake, but after being bitten, he realized that it was too late to regret it.

It can't go on like this!

The old demon of Montenegro told himself that although he was in a desperate situation, he decided to resist.

He lost his senses, his senses of touch, and his vision, but he still had his senses of hearing, his demonic energy, and his body, which was extremely strong.

If you're lucky enough to kill Ghost Cry, then all danger will be gone.

Ghost Cry couldn't completely cut off his spiritual sense, his spiritual sense could still be restored, as long as his spiritual sense was restored, he could use demonic energy to reshape his body, restore his sense of touch and vision.

However, imagination is beautiful, but it is not so easy to achieve.

The old demon of Montenegro listened to the sound and identified the position, and then the demonic energy was released.

Rumble!

Losing its spiritual sense, the demonic energy becomes difficult to control, like a wild horse on the loose, scattered and disorderly.

The ghost cried without moving, letting the ground shatter under his feet, and the wind of demonic energy swept in front of him, blowing his long hair, and then his body was covered by the thick smoke.

The power was great, but it didn't hurt the ghost to cry for half a minute, but it just made his body shake.

Then, he quickly approached the old demon of Montenegro, dodged the old demon of Montenegro's indiscriminate waving arms, and cut off his ear with a knife.

"Ahh

At this moment, he completely collapsed. It's like once facing Zhenyuan Daxian, with no demeanor at all, and tears streaming down his tail and begging for mercy.

"Please, Uncle Ghost Cry, don't, don't kill me......" His body was strong, but he lost his senses, touch, sight, and hearing one after another, and he had no ability to resist, and Ghost Cry wanted to kill him, but it took some effort.

He doesn't want to die, as long as he takes good care of himself and is not invaded by wind and water, he can live for a long time, until the dynasty falls, and it is long enough to be vicissitudes.

Therefore, he cherishes his life more than those youkai.

His sense of taste has not yet fully grown, he has not yet tasted the delicacy of meat, he likes glamorous female ghosts, he likes female ghosts to surround him, and he has contact with him with spirit and desire, he likes the tall mountain temples, he likes the praise of his subordinates, he likes the despair of his enemies, he likes the pleasure of crushing. However, all of this, once dead, is all gone.

If he can save his life, he doesn't mind being a dog for others, no matter how humble he is, he wants to ...... Stay alive.

Live forever and forever until the heavens fall apart.

However, he didn't hear a single word of his babbling words, and he didn't know at all that after he was halfway there, he had lost his sense of taste and tongue, but his lips opened and closed, and his broken tongue rolled in his mouth, making babbling and inexplicable sounds.

The ghost cried and pulled out the long knife from his mouth like lightning, and looked at the old demon of the Black Mountain who was lying on the ground trying to grasp his balance, and his heart suddenly became angry.

I was beaten so miserably by such a thing.

The anger rose in his chest, and the next knife, like a thunderbolt, cut the bridge of the nose on the face of the old demon of the Black Mountain.

Click!

The ghost cried and retracted the knife, and those demonic qi finally completely lost control and went straight to the sky.

Above the sky, it is dark and bright.

The villagers in the nearby village looked like ghosts crying in panic. In their opinion, there was a black column of smoke reaching into the sky, causing the sky to shake.

No amount of demonic energy could withstand such a waste, and after a while, the demonic energy completely dissipated.

The old demon of Montenegro has completely turned into a stone sculpture, permanently solidified in a ridiculous posture, and a trace of demonic energy is still left in the body, but it is constantly decreasing.

After losing all his senses, he fell into a strange state.

He seems to be constantly regressing, in this silent universe, forever sinking.

Then, back to basics.

Ghost Cry quietly looked at the ridiculous appearance of the old demon of Montenegro, pulled out the flying knife inserted in his chest, and slashed it on the old demon of Montenegro, completely shattering the last trace of fragile demonic energy in the old demon of Montenegro.

In this way, a black boulder on the top of the Black Mountain has now become a lifelike stone sculpture.

It's as if you were once alive.