Demon Hunter and His Hut

what are you going to do? "

Bedwell laughed wildly, "Don't you think that this weapon in your hand can absorb the soul energy that I have worked so hard to gather?"

"Who said I want to absorb the energy inside?"

"I just need to interrupt you!"

As soon as Roger's words fell, the dark energy on the cursed sword suddenly exploded. The soul energy gathered by Bedwell looked majestic, but it was slowly accumulated by him for countless years.

Although the quantity is considerable, the quality is too poor.

At this time, it was invaded by the powerful dark energy, and immediately countless soul fragments exploded directly and were completely infested.

"stop!"

These soul energy is an important reason for Bedwell's ability to maintain the existence of this body. If Roger is completely destroyed, then even if he kills everyone present, he will not be able to make up for his loss.

Regardless of attacking Roger, seeing the soul fragments in the castle being invaded and blackened by the ravages of the cursed sword, a trace of heartache flashed in Bedwell's eyes.

A part of the castle burst open, and the terrible thrust formed, blowing the raging cursed sword flying, and then, Bedwell folded his hands together, intending to immediately close the entrance between the silver book page and the real world.

Roger didn't seem to be anxious at all. His figure flashed and appeared between Bedwell and the Black Castle. With his right hand held in a distance, the cursed sword blown away by the bursting soul energy unexpectedly drew an arc. Fall into Roger's hands at an extremely fast speed.

Between Roger and the curse, there is not nothing empty, the pitch-black cloak turned into a black veil as thin as smoke. One end was wrapped around Roger's wrist, and the other end was tied to the hilt between the curses.

Roger let out a low voice, and the soul energy that Bedwell had just given up on his own initiative was dragged into the sword of curse as if being pulled.

His eyes were like night, and at this moment, Roger's momentum reached its peak.

"Thank you for the gift."

While breathing, dark energy surged.

"I have never been stronger than I am now!"

The weapons were raised high, and there was no great momentum or violent power in an instant. Standing in the distance, Henrik and Gewei could not even capture the trajectory of Roger's sword swing!

At this time, Bedwell had become a middle-aged person, and Roger interrupted the absorption of soul energy. His power at this time had not completely recovered to its peak.

The hair was standing upright, and Bedwell knew that if he could not take this sword, he would most likely die.

A fiery red pattern lit up on the armor, the weapon in his hand was burning, and his whole person was like a blooming flower of flame.

【The Flower of Yanhai】

When the flower of flame completely wrapped Bedwell, Roger's attack also slipped silently.

Boom boom boom!

Bedwell retreated violently, flew more than ten meters away and hit a hill in the distance. He was sunk in the mud.

With one sword flying to Bedwell, Roger seemed to have the upper hand, but he himself was uncomfortable, and blood burst from the wound.

Without the body of Quinn Fayin, Roger, who lacked armor, would have been torn apart by the violent energy in the collision just now.

Dark energy surged throughout his body, as if he could not feel the pain of his body, the cyan blood veins gradually spread to the entire face, and Roger rushed up.

"Don't let that weapon control your mind!" Gewei's shout came from a distance, and Roger couldn't hear it at all at this time.

Bedwell spit out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly aged, and then there was a crackling noise on his body, the armor on his body suddenly exploded, the light dimmed, and he completely turned into a pile of scrap iron.

He was just about to raise his sword to block, but when he waved his hand, he realized that the weapon in his hand had broken every inch!

"Kill kill kill!"

The dark energy in Roger's eyes receded, and his eyes were blood red, full of tyrannical killing intent.

A thought suddenly came to Bedwell's heart. He suddenly activated the silver manuscript, and the dark castle appeared above his head again, but he did not choose to pour soul energy into his body.

A trace of pain flashed in his eyes, the black castle collapsed in a large area, and countless fragments of unowned souls poured out from it.

"Haha, since you want it, then I will give it to you all!"

Roger subconsciously raised the weapon in his hand, and the soul energy swarming in the next second enveloped it.

He let out a burst of cheerful laughter, but with the influx of energy, the sword of curse became stronger and stronger, and the dark energy kept compressing his reason.

He raised the weapon in his hand, as if intending to cut his neck!

"Control it!"

A sharp voice sounded from his mind, Gewei in the distance let out a scream, blood leaked from his eyes, ears and nostrils, and he fainted directly on the ground.

Roger's eyes returned to the moment of clarity, and the cursing sword came out of his hand, piercing the energy phantom formed by the black castle, and inserted it on a huge boulder in the distance!

Bedwell apparently used a special method to closely connect himself with the black castle shrouded above his head. He was pierced by the cursed sword, and he himself was traumatized, and he couldn't help but scream.

He struggled to stand up.

"All your strength comes from that sword. Without that weapon, I see how you fight with me next..."

Before he could finish speaking, Roger took a step forward and pushed his palm forward.

【Alder】

Bedwell's face changed abruptly, strange energy poured in from the wound, and his body was pressed into the pit that he had just hit again under the violent collision.

"What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly."

Roger concentrated, before Bedwell could react, Alderfayin blasted out again.

again and again!

The rumbling impact sounded through the entire hillside.

Under the impact of Alderfayin, Bedwell was like being deeply buried in the soil by a huge pile driver, and then driven into the depths of the ground bit by bit!

The dull voice even shook the lake in the distance, and Henrik looked at what was happening before him with a look of horror.

"Poor Bedwell..."

Finally, the mud under his feet flew, and he could not see Bedwell's traces at all. Roger let out a sigh of relief and stopped the attack.

"This is the 16th way to die."

"Even the tombstone is saved."

The dignified knight of inheritance should not die so easily, but under Roger's repeated crit attacks, Alderfayin's thought explosion has exploded Bedwell's body into a mess.

When Henrik helped to dig Bedwell out of the ground, what he saw was a human-like minced meat~www.NovelMTL.com~ This guy is not dead yet? "

Henrik had a new understanding of the vitality of third-order transcendents.

"Why is this? If we let us go just now, how could so many things happen?"

Henrik squatted down, thinking about Bedwell.

"Anything else to say?"

Roger bent down, looked at Bedwell and said.

"Throw my body into the lake."

"It's their turn to eat me too."

"Finally free."

He let out a long breath, and his chest sank.

"200 years, too long..."