Blood and sweat mixed on the back of the hand, slid down the fingers to the handle of the knife, and finally dripped on the blades of grass.

Four panting people surrounded Cohen, who was also breathing heavily. Each person's chest was heaving violently, and they stared at Cohen with hatred.

"You can't run." A samurai wielding a sword spoke with difficulty. He used these words to create pressure on Cohen, and at the same time, he used them to encourage his own fighting spirit.

Cohen coughed lightly and said nothing.

His forehead was dripping with sweat, his clothes were ragged, and his cloak had long since disappeared. He held a black iron long sword tightly in his right hand, but in his left hand he held a short sword that he had snatched from someone unknown when, and he messed with the black iron scabbard that he did not want to discard.

Tied to the back.

Three days ago, he got rid of other killers, but was caught up by this small group of less than ten people. The opponent claimed to be the most outstanding hunting team in the Divine Alliance, and everyone's strength was very close to that of the Bright Knight.

Facts also proved this. For three days, Cohen tried all his tricks and killed five opponents at the cost of three injuries.

Now the remaining four people are among the elite, including three warriors and one magician.

They came well prepared, and Cohen's previous fight had consumed a lot of energy, so it was always a draw. Both sides were so tired that they were so light-footed that they couldn't decide the winner even when their fighting spirit was exhausted.

The winning ones leave, the losing ones stay alive, it's that simple.

This place is less than ten miles away from the demonic side, but due to the entanglement of these four people, it becomes extremely difficult for Cohen to move forward every step.

According to a human's physique, Cohen should have fallen long ago, but the demon princess above him who had killed a thousand swords refused to let him fall. From time to time, she would be merciful and throw healing magic at him, which made Cohen exhausted and exhausted.

In addition to the natural reaction of his body, the only thing Cohen maintains now is a belief that he is unwilling to fail. He cannot fail. Only when he gets out of here can he have a chance to avenge someone.

But what happens after you avenge someone? Is it still meaningful to live with such a body and mind? It’s better to die... No, you can’t die, everything will be over after you die. You have to live... live, but why do you live?

, is it just to live simply for the sake of living...or is it convenient to die...

Without consciousness, Cohen's thinking fell into a strange loop and he could no longer think about any in-depth questions.

"If we go any further, we will reach the territory of the demons..." The magician among the four reminded his companions: "We can't... go any further. Life and death will be decided here!"

The samurai wielding the sword took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, then slowly raised the scimitar in his hand, pointing the tip of the sword directly at Cohen, his eyes changing uncertainly.

The other two warriors also raised their weapons at the same time, one with a sword and the other with two short daggers.

Cohen, who had not eaten anything all day long, licked his chapped lips, swallowed, and stared at the ground with a numb expression.

Although the sword warrior standing beside Cohen remained invisible, he was approaching silently.

"superior!"

There was a thick roar in the air, and the samurai's scimitar struck him in the head.

Cohen rushed forward, the long sword in his right hand coming first and second.

The swords crossed each other, making a loud "cang" sound. Both men's bodies shook at the same time, and then they retreated. The samurai with the sword cursed and sat down on the ground unwillingly, while Cohen took advantage of the momentum to turn around.

, and then followed the sword-wielding samurai who rushed forward to fight into a group.

Two long swords stabbed and collided in the air. The swords flashed, and the swords flipped, stirring up chaotic air currents and blowing the grass blades on the ground. The warrior holding the dagger saw the opportunity, jumped up high, and raised his arms.

He stretched out his arms and glided down from the air to attack Cohen. The magician put his hands on his chest and was chanting a spell in a low voice.

Cohen braced the long sword that the enemy was attacking from the front. The short knife in his left hand struck the dagger coming from behind at the same time. He used his strength to return the knife and then chopped the other dagger. Then he turned slightly and caught the sword with the scabbard on his back.

A wind blade issued by a magician!

"Ding!" The wind blade magic hit the scabbard, making a crisp sound like a metal collision, and Cohen's body shook.

Cohen's move was beyond everyone's expectations. Even the magician who released the wind blade did not expect that this tentative magic would hit him. Taking advantage of the opponent's surprise at this moment, Cohen and the samurai with the sword fought again.

Sword, kick out with one leg.

The opponent had no time to dodge, so he lowered his left hand to block. With a "click", he was kicked by Cohen on the spot and his hand bone was broken, and he involuntarily took two steps back.

Cohen turned around suddenly and charged at the dagger warrior who had just landed. A series of sharp stabs, the edge of the sword flashed with cold light, and the harsh sound of metal collision filled the whole place. In a very short period of time, the two people's weapons could not cut each other more than three times.

ten times!

The dagger that Cohen snatched was an ordinary weapon. Although the opponent's dagger was made of fine iron, it had a sharp edge and a thin spine. During the last chop, Cohen's dagger and the dagger in the opponent's right hand finally broke at the same time.

What he wanted was this effect. Cohen immediately turned his wrist and stabbed the opponent in the face with the half-cut dagger. At the critical moment, the opponent gave way, but with a "pop" sound on his right shoulder, Cohen's dagger hit him.

wear.

Only then did the samurai with the sword get up, but was slashed by Cohen's sword and fell to the ground again.

Without stopping, Cohen rushed towards his destination.

"Chase!" the sword-wielding samurai yelled, holding his broken arm.

Several people ran all the way, chasing after each other, leaving an eye-catching blood trail on the ground...

Another brief fight was temporarily stopped.

Cohen's weak body swayed twice. Although the black iron sword in his hand was inserted diagonally into the ground, he was still unable to stabilize and had to kneel down on one knee.

Here, there is still less than a mile away from the demonic side of the dividing line.

There are all kinds of weird pains on his body, and the wounds have increased to seven places, stabbed by swords, chopped by knives, hit by magic... Cohen's wounds are affected by every step he takes. If it weren't for the pride in his heart,

He, Cohen, can't even come here.

He didn't even have the strength to pull out the dagger stuck in his shoulder.

There were two people left on the other side, the one with the dagger had long been separated from his body, and the one with the sword had his face smashed by Cohen's punch.

The magician had one of his arms cut off and was sitting helplessly on a tree trunk ten steps away, his face showing immense pain. The samurai with the knife had empty hands and was trying hard to stand up from the ground.

There were three long sword marks on the armor plate on the chest, and blood kept pouring out.

"I said, I said." The warrior struggled to stand up, spitting out a mouthful of blood mist: "You...can't run away."

"If you have the guts..." Although Cohen was also breathing heavily, he still tilted his head and looked at the warrior with contempt: "Just come here."

The samurai hesitated for a moment, but decided to wait a little longer. He knew that the magician had not yet recovered, and he was not sure that he could take down Cohen now.

Cohen also couldn't get up. He was lucky to be able to maintain his current position. The three-day chase has turned into a battle like this. It has changed from a simple physical fight to a struggle of will. It depends on who can't hold on.

to the last moment.

Time passed little by little, and the magician kept asking for strength from the God of Light, and slowly stood up straight with unparalleled perseverance.

"Pathetic man, do you still want to live?" The little demon princess appeared at the right time.

In order to successfully capture her toy, the little princess showed great patience. Although Cohen lowered his head slightly, she still insisted on talking to him face to face - this required immersing part of her body into the ground, which was a difficult task.

Actions.

"Begging me." The little princess showed a clear smile in front of Cohen for the first time: "Put down your other foot and beg me to save you."

The little princess's charming smile made Cohen feel dazed, and his lips slightly opened.

"Can't hear you, please speak louder." Seeing victory in sight, the little princess couldn't help but feel elated. She tapped her slender fingers to inject a little vitality into Cohen's body that was on the verge of collapse.

"I...I once..." Cohen opened his eyelids with difficulty: "I told my staff officer..."

"What did you say?" The little princess came closer curiously.

"If... you want to be... demonized... me, I will..." Cohen's voice weakened again.

"What do you want?" The little princess injected some more energy into Cohen: "Suicide?"

"Force...forced kiss!" Cohen smiled evilly, opened his mouth, and bit the little princess's face.

Although she is a thousand-year-old demon, the little princess has never encountered anything like this before. Not to mention humans, even the male demons will kneel down to greet her when they see her. Who has the courage to kiss Fangze?

She was so stunned by Cohen's boldness that she almost lost the ability to think and almost screamed.

Just when Cohen was about to succeed, a pair of hands reached out from behind and hugged him. It was the samurai with the sword. Before he was pulled up, Cohen's lips were only a finger's width away from the little princess's face.

The warrior turned around so that Cohen faced the magician.

"Kill him!" The warrior clasped his prey tightly with both hands, and used his last strength to scream at the magician: "Now!"

The magician muttered something, and a brilliant ball of light appeared on his chest.

Cohen sneered "Hey", raised his toes, picked up a rock full of water chestnuts from the ground, and then kicked it hard towards the magician - the rock made a "whooshing" sound and knocked down the magician.

half of the face!

"Boom!" The unfinished magic ball exploded in front of the magician's chest, blowing the master who created it to pieces.

The stunned warrior looked at the blood mist flying in the sky. He couldn't believe that what happened in front of him was real. Cohen obviously wouldn't give him time to think about it anymore. With a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw, the warrior's whole body was smashed to the ground.

Before the stirred up dust dispersed, Cohen's fists were already flying away one after another.

With a "crackling" sound, Cohen broke all the bones above the warrior's chest in one breath!

So far, this "most powerful hunting group in the divine alliance" has been completely wiped out.

Cohen sat down on the ground, panting heavily, looking at the little demon princess with proud and provocative eyes. The little princess had a pretty face and was pale, and her eyes looking back were full of anger.

"How dare you be rude to me!"

The little princess's self-confidence suffered another serious blow. In fact, she was even more angry because she fell into the trap of the half-dead man in front of her again and injected him with vitality that turned defeat into victory twice. If other demons knew about it, she would

It will definitely become a laughing stock.

The half-dead man sneered, pulled out the black iron sword, and continued to move forward unsteadily.
To be continued...