By beating Acharn wildly, Xu Yichen felt that all the pressure he had been released in recent times.

Acharn is very powerful, so powerful that the demon hunter dared not stop his fighting combo. The devastating power of the opponent's every move made Xu Yichen very sure that once he lost the opportunity and was seized by the opponent, he would probably never have a chance to turn the tables again.

The enemy in front of him is indeed constantly improving in the battle, and often can withstand one or two moves by himself, but Xu Yichen is not worried. There are many geniuses in the New China Army and many geniuses in the Sword Hall. He has patiently taught them for a long time, but no one can hone his skills to such perfection.

It was countless nights, repeated, modified, refined in the brain, and finally came up with the best way of fighting. Acharn might have received various bonuses under the blessing of Chaos, but he could not change his inner self. He was just an ordinary and even a little cowardly mortal.

Maybe in more than ten years, he will transform into an experienced warrior and an invincible demon king in the game, but now - Xu Yichen hugged the other party's shoulder armor, and the bone spur instantly pierced his palm, and then he hit the lower body with his knees that had not yet completely healed.

Now he is just a younger brother, still the kind who has no eggs.

In the false space generated by Tsengchi, Xu Yichen was less than two meters away from the Gray Knight signal receiver. He had used his eyes to signal the demon hunter who had recovered his self-awareness, but the other party shook his head hard and even threw the necklace in the opposite direction of Xu Yichen.

Then, Xu Yichen watched the necklace gradually become blurred and eventually disappear there, which was something Tsengqi imagined.

Just like Tsengqi promoting his own slogan, he wanted to know for a long time, and knew the complex and longed for him, but only the saint Tsengqi was not trapped. The evil god had already seen the small transaction between him and the gray knight.

The demon hunter used Acharn's shrill cry and used his joint technique to put the other party to the ground. Acharn just tried to cut off his arm with his wings, but he forgot that the newly grown wings connected his latissimus dorsi. Xu Yichen had already predicted his intention through the vibration of his muscles.

The demon hunter once again pulled off the other party's wings and threw them away from a distance. The sharp wing tip cut seven or eight rotten crew members with a sharp wing, and then nailed them to the hull of the comforter.

The comfort number tried to help its master, and a large number of poisonous tentacles grew in the moss on the ground. They twisted their bodies to trap the demon hunter, but they were crushed by their masters first.

Xu Yichen is like the best dancer, controlling the posture of his dance partner!

The demon hunter consciously hit the opponent's lower body many times because he keenly discovered that Comrade Acharn, who still regarded himself as a member of the human race, was more sensitive to such damage than the chaos enemies he knew.

Xu Yichen is not just a soldier, but a soldier. He is also a torture expert who is proficient in people's hearts and a senior judge. He knows how to quickly defeat a veteran's psychological defense line and how to let people explain everything he knows, just to die quickly.

That one may not threaten a mutant who can be reborn with a broken limb, but it will definitely make an ordinary person's soul lose interest in this "game" quickly and leave an indelible deep impression on the other party's heart.

"Damn Seris!" When Acharn lost his little brother again, he finally couldn't continue to endure it. He went to TM for the mission of the loving father Nurg, the experience of the Chaos God's Chosen, and the rewards for all!

With the power of [Corrosed Tree Heart], Acharn bought himself a second, instantly recovered from his injuries, then flapped his wings and rushed forward, directly breaking through the hull of the comforter, and rushing into the dark sea water.

He ran away.

Xu Yichen breathed a sigh of relief. He was already at the end of his strength. The experienced political commissar could certainly see the other party's previous plans. He had enough time to interrupt Acharen's movements and let his hope of running away turn into a phantom.

But why bother? This is the best ending. Xu Yichen kept breathing while leaning on the [Fight Disaster] Great Sword. He could not cause fatal damage to the other party. He could only continue to create pain, eliminate the fighting spirit, and hit Acharn's self-esteem.

Perhaps the next time we meet, the power of Nurgle in Acharn's body will eliminate his pain nerves; or perhaps the other party has realized the power of Slaanes and can turn pain into joy; or perhaps Acharn can be obsessed with his blood and wounds under the blessing of terror; even Tsengchi can help him see through the physical pain that is false, and only the spirit will last forever.

Everything except Slaanesia! The demon hunter was looking forward to it sincerely. He couldn't imagine what the style would be like when he beat the other person like today, and he couldn't accept it.

Outside the big hole that was broken on the comforting post was the cold sea water. Xu Yichen could not tell how many meters it was under the sea, but the mysterious power of the comforting post firmly locked the pressure of the sea water seeping inward.

But at the edge of the cave, the slightest flow of water kept flowing like tears, as if she was sighing about her escaped master and her ill-fated self.

"When the ship sinks, just wait for future generations to get an archaeological process at the bottom of the sea. Don't float up and find trouble." The demon hunter stretched out his index finger with malicious intentions, and [Pure Fire] was burning on his fingers.

The Comfort seemed to sense what the Demon Hunter was doing. The moss on the ground kept surging, and translucent human-shaped embryos quickly condensed. The imprisoned sailors were absorbed by the plague warship everywhere in the Comfort, and then reborn like fruits around the Demon Hunter.

But it was too late. [Pure Fire] easily penetrated the invisible film. A stream of water suddenly ejected out of the hole left by the finger under huge pressure, and all the filth was washed away wherever it passed.

The Demon Hunter decisively left the cabin, and he believed that the laws of physics would help him solve the rest.

The enemies around the monk Feng Wuyi suddenly fell to the ground, and were quickly disintegrated and disappeared. He had seen all kinds of impossible things on this ship, and he no longer took this strange thing seriously.
Chapter completed!