Seeing that the ghost crying was in danger, the big black horse struggled hard, trying to pull himself out of the ground.

The old demon of Montenegro didn't care about it at first, who knows, the big black horse suddenly broke out, stepping on the flying swallow to exude brilliance, and the colorful light stretched open a gap, and suddenly the big black horse had a place to exert his strength, rushed away from the soil, pulled himself out of the ground, and rushed towards this side.

The old demon of Montenegro turned his head and glared, and the invisible coercion pressed the big black horse to the ground in an instant, no matter how he roared, he just couldn't stand up, and suddenly lay there, and the courage that he had finally risen for a while was lost.

"Faithful. The old demon of Montenegro exclaimed: "Ordinary monsters who have been practicing the Tao for a hundred years can't do this, but the little guy who has been doing the Tao for less than ten years can do it, and the talent is really good." ”

After speaking, he turned around, and the ghost who walked towards him cried, lifted him up with the broken collar of the ghost cry, and said with a cracked smile: "You will regret that you didn't die just now." ”

Ghost Cry closed his eyes, his fingers quietly touched his waist, suddenly, opened his eyes, the old demon of Montenegro suddenly pointed at the knife, and slashed on Ghost Cry's shoulder, Ghost Cry's shoulder was sunken, his collar was torn, and he fell to the ground again.

"It's so naïve, you still want to sneak attack ......" The smile on the face of the old demon of Montenegro disappeared, and he looked at the ghost and cried in astonishment.

It turned out that Ghost Cry didn't attack him just now, but gave himself a knife. The short black knife sank into the hollow of his chest, and the thick blade peeked through his back.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......" Oni cried as he coughed up blood as he grinned, revealing his white teeth stained with blood.

"You're dying, what are you laughing at?" the old demon of Montenegro was puzzled.

"Dying, no, no, no......" The ghost cried and shook his head, his sunken shoulders clicking, and the bones inside returned to their place little by little.

Then, gritting his teeth, he pulled out the short knife inch by inch.

Accompanied by the drawn short knife, there was a large stench of black blood released.

Blood soaked his bosom and dripped to the ground like a stream.

When he pulled out the knife completely, the sunken chest had been flattened, and with a thud, the knife fell to the ground.

He coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood, wiped his lips, and rested his left hand, which had been holding the short knife, on the hilt of the long knife.

The old demon of Montenegro took a step back, looked at the ghost crying, and suddenly smiled: "Hahahaha, it turns out that this is your hole card." ”

"Yes, that's my hole card. Ghost Cry replied solemnly, his right hand had been holding the hilt of the knife, and at some point, the palm had been broken, and the blood in the palm of the palm had coagulated, fixing his palm to the hilt.

He moved his fingers, pulled them off the hilt of the knife, and then bent them one by one.

"I always thought that the only role of the knife was to kill people, but I didn't expect that in your hands, there was still the effect of a living person, it turned out that there are really benevolent soldiers in this world, this is really ......" The old demon of Montenegro smiled gloomily and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Ridiculous!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw a punch.

While!

In the burst of sparks, the long knife let out a painful moan, and the ghost cried and half-knelt on the ground, holding the handle of the knife with one hand and holding the blade with one hand, and the surging power came out of the blade and spread all the way into the body.

In an instant, Devil Weeping's legs were embedded deep in the dirt, the sleeves of his arms shattered one after another, cracks spread across his skin, and then, blood splattered.

The ghost cried violently, and the old demon of Montenegro slowly put away his fists and looked at the ghost cry condescendingly.

"Oh, you actually blocked my punch. ”

The ghost staggered and pulled his legs out of the dirt, panting as he looked at the old demon of Montenegro, and pulled the hat hard to make it more solid on his head.

Then, with his left hand, he wiped his waist and took out a throwing knife and stabbed it in his chest.

On the arm, the crack closes, and the blood clots, and although it does not heal completely, it no longer bleeds.

"What a great knife of mercy, but ......"

The old demon of Montenegro suddenly dived down, and threw another punch, the brutal fist exploded out of thin air, and the long knife that came over Ghost Cry was bounced to the side, and then a punch was used to Ghost Cry's strong abdominal muscles.

Bang!

Ghost Cry's body was suspended in the air, and the old demon of Montenegro took two steps back, watching Ghost Cry fall to the ground on his knees, watching him support the ground, vomiting black blood in embarrassment.

"Every time you use a knife, it takes a lot of strength, right? But after you shed so much blood, how much strength do you have left? So you say, how many times can your benevolent knife save you?"

Ghost Cry took out another throwing knife and stuck it in his abdomen, his limbs trembled, and he climbed up again with the knife, and the intense pain made him sweat all over, sweat and blood mixed together, and the soil and grass blades made him more embarrassed than a beggar.

The ghost cried and shook his hand, and put his hand into his arms, a small wooden box, fortunately not broken. He opened the wooden box, and suddenly the fragrance filled out, it was an elixir, a precious elixir.

However, before Ghost Cry could fully open the box, the old demon of Montenegro stretched out his hand and snatched it away, and kicked Ghost Cry's leg by the way, Ghost Cry's calf folded, and the bone spurs broke out of the flesh, and he fell to the ground, and finally couldn't help it, and exhaled in pain.

"You look at this pill and it works well. The old demon of Montenegro threw away the box, played with the elixir, and then threw it into his mouth, and swallowed it into his stomach at once: "Well, it's not a healing pill, but a restoring pill, it's just right for you, but unfortunately, it's gone!"

The old demon of Montenegro laughed presumptuously, he wanted to keep hitting the ghost cry, constantly giving the ghost crying hope, and then making him desperate and completely playing him bad. Only in this way can he relieve his anger.

The ghost cried on the ground, holding on to his folded calf, sweating all over his body to straighten him, and in a scream, gave himself a knife.

However, after this knife, he went limp, lost his strength anymore, and tried to get up on the ground, but he was too weak to stand up.

"Ahh

The ghost let out an angry roar, opened his mouth, and took a bite of dirt, chewing unwillingly.

"Hahahaha......" The old demon of Montenegro laughed wildly, pulling the hair of the ghost crying and lifting him up: "Why, aren't you a tough guy, how can you eat soil in pain now?"

The old demon of Montenegro threw Ghost Cry to the ground again, but Ghost Cry laughed.

"Hehehehehe......hehe

He clutched his neck, coughed hard, spat out some black objects, blood stretching on his lips, and he staggered to his feet with his hands.

The old demon of Montenegro opened his eyes: "How is it possible!"

He clearly felt that the state of ghost crying was rapidly rising.

The ghost cried and said, "Thank you, little one!"

"Little one?"

The old demon of Montenegro moved in his heart, and hurriedly sensed the ground under his feet.

A small thing was speeding through the earth, he just wanted to grab the little thing, Ghost Cry suddenly slashed, he quickly reached out to block, his arm was split a gap, and then the gap exploded, and there was a crack in it, and the little thing took this opportunity to disappear without a trace.

The ghost cried and retreated, but the old demon of Montenegro did not chase after him. He suddenly remembered that according to the confession of King Xiong's concubine, Ghost Cry should have also gotten a thousand-year-old ginseng. Now it seems that the thousand-year-old ginseng was released by him, so the thousand-year-old ginseng just now came to repay the favor.

Devil Cry eats not only the soil, but also the thousand-year-old ginseng whiskers.

"Hahahaha......" The old demon of Montenegro laughed loudly: "Even if you recover your state, it's not a matter of a few punches." ”

As he spoke, he showed his arm to Ghost Cry, and the place on his arm that had been cut by Ghost Cry had been restored to its original state.

Not to mention one or two knives, even a dozen or even a hundred knives can't put his life in danger, and he only needs one punch to hit Ghost Cry hard, not to mention his magical powers. The ghost cried and faced him, and there was no chance of victory.

He sneered and walked towards Ghost Cry, and just as they were one step apart, Ghost Cry also laughed nervously, hitting his head with his fist.

"I'm so stupid!" Ghost Cry looked at him with a smile and said, "I've been looking for your flaws, but I didn't expect to get into the tip of the horns, and I didn't find that I didn't need to find your flaws at all, my knife can easily solve you." ”

"Really?" the old demon of Montenegro was noncommittal on his face, and continued to stride towards the ghost cry.

He had already seen the knife of Devil Cry, it was indeed amazing, but it could not pose a threat to himself. The words of the ghost crying, in his opinion, were just stubbornness.