When the last ray of light sank into the West Mountain under the setting sun, it is also the time for the end of this battle.

A spiritual vein genitalist in the legendary group cut into the neck of the last demon with the broken knife in his hand. This was the last demon standing on the ground. Around it, a large number of demon corpses were lying on the ground, turning into sparse angers of hostility and slowly rising up. The corpses gradually became blurred with the changes in this anger.

The spiritual vein was still oozing out blood with several huge wounds on his body. He could stand on the ground with another long sword in his other hand. The last bit of luck in his hand wanted to completely cut off the head of the demon in front of him.

He tried hard to push the hilt, but it could only allow more hostility to escape from the demon's neck, which dissipated into a mist and disappeared. The demon's throat made a low roar, trying to lift the broken claws, but after only a little lifted, it was already hanging down weakly, and its power was also exhausted in the war.

The huge body kept shaking, and the severe trembling caused by the severe pain. The demon was suffering from this violent pain. Whether it was the blade on his neck that cut into most of the time or the countless wounds on his body, the pain caused it was extremely uncomfortable.

Even though his life has come to an end, he still keeps making roars with the purest murderous intent towards the spiritual vein in front of him who can understand its life at any time. Even if he is about to die, the hatred between the two races cannot be stopped by death.

The spiritual vein person was still calm in the face of the demon's roar and continued to activate the blade in his hand. Even though the demon had no power to fight back, he could not activate his anger to resist his attack, but this powerful body, born with a natural force, still blocked the invasion of his sword.

Each time you exert force, in addition to causing greater pain, almost no other damage can be caused. With this level of damage, it is extremely difficult to make it die in a short period of time.

It was not that the spiritual vein wanted to torture this demon deliberately. Although everyone was happy to see this demon bear the most terrifying punishment [31 Novel Network                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           �

After working hard for a while, the spiritual vein finally gave up on this move. With this broken blade, he was already extremely weak, and even the softest part could not be cut open. The powerful vitality of the demon was fully utilized in this environment. If a human was cut half of his neck and the trachea was cut open, he would have died long ago.

But the problem is that this guy is not a human, it is a thousand-year-old demon who is far stronger than humans or spiritual veins. He tried hard to pull out the broken blade from it, but he heard a "bang" sound. The spiritual veins fell to the ground, and the demon standing on the ground seemed to have lost the last trace of strength to support it and fell to the ground heavily.

The spiritual vein who saw this scene around him quickly walked over slowly at the highest speed he could reach now.

It’s not that they are deliberately doing this. Everyone here, including Hu Ke, has lost almost all their ability to move. Not to mention running as usual, even walking like an old man with a sloppy footsteps is an extremely difficult thing.

Every step was like stepping on his own flesh and blood. Each step touched the wounds of all sizes of the body. A few people saw that the spiritual vein was fine and had already stopped. These steps alone had exhausted them, and a large area of ​​sweat appeared on their foreheads, which was the pain that kept hitting their nerves.

Not long after, the spiritual vein shaking his head, barely supported it from the ground, waved his hand, signaling that he was fine, and said with a wry smile: The knife may have been used for too long, and it collapsed just now.

The sound was not loud, but it spread far on this quiet plain. Most people present could clearly hear his words. Everyone knew that it was not that the knife had been used for too long, but that it had suffered too many shocks. The internal structure probably had not been destroyed in a mess. The force just now destroyed the final limit of tolerance.

For everyone here, whether they are themselves or the weapons they carry, they have fought to the limit. Everything has reached the limit. Trauma, fatigue, and exhaustion of power have already made them reach an unprecedented limit. Not to mention a demon emerged, even a single monster can easily kill more than a dozen people, and there is no need to bear any form of counterattack.

No one spoke, and some people had exhausted their strength to speak, and even a little touch would bring terrifying pain. During the battle, they could force themselves to ignore all this, but now they could only bear it silently.

The spiritual vein genital stood up again and moved towards the demon step by step. He held two extremely broken swords in his hand, with gaps on the blades. There was even one sword with less than one-third of the blades left, and the other one was covered with cracks, which would completely collapse at any time.

These two things that can barely be called weapons are probably the most complete equipment that can be found on this battlefield. These are the most advanced equipment provided by the Spirit City. Only white satin and black silk and legendary groups can enjoy this treatment. However, even this special equipment cannot withstand this kind of destructive power that completely surpasses the imagination of mortals in such intense battles.

The man took more than a minute, walked less than five meters away, came to the demon, placed the two broken blades between its forehead, and looked at the face whose entire face was covered with black scales, the spiritual vein still couldn't help but want to lift the skin and see what was inside.

This layer of scales covered the face above the mouth, leaving only the bloody mouth covered with fangs. After thinking about it, the man gave up this move. He moved the blade to the demon's throat with both hands, aimed it at it, and then looked at the dozen surrounding people who looked at his comrades with anticipation, and took a deep breath.

He held the hilt of the knife stained with blood with both hands, and then suddenly used force to pour all the last force left in his body into his arms. The broken blade sank slightly under the influence of this force, pressing against the layer of tough soft skin.

After dozens of seconds, just as everyone gave up the idea of ​​killing the demon, there was only a slight sound of "puff". Under the urging of this force, the blade finally penetrated the soft skin. Its castration was not over, and it directly penetrated the entire throat, penetrated the neck, and then penetrated the soil.

The man endured the pain caused by the urging force on his body. He suddenly pushed his right hand and pushed it upwards with the hilt of the knife. The blade cut out a huge hole and drew a semicircle on his neck.

A large amount of hostility emanated from the gap. At first, it turned into a large area of ​​madness, almost emitting the remaining part of the hostility hidden in the body.

He let go of the stern hilt of the knife, and collapsed weakly on the ground, closing his eyes directly. He had now exhausted his strength to maintain his eyelids. At this time, he had lost the last force to suppress the force, and the endless pain from the wounds on his body wrapped him tightly in it.

Without any chance to resist, the man fell into a coma directly under this fierce attack.

Hu Ke sat on the soil and looked at the man from afar to complete the action of killing the last demon. Now, whether it was spiritual energy, energy, spiritual consciousness, or even the strength in his body, he had all been exhausted, without any remnant.

Relying on his body that has been refined by Lingyuan for many years, the only thing he is better than others now is that he can still sit on the ground and watch the final kill, while others can only lie on the ground and pretend to be dead bodies... Perhaps many of them have already become dead bodies.

There was almost no need to deliberately count this battle. Hu Ke looked around on this half-collapsed high slope. When he saw the mountains and fields, the large black anger was evaporating. Every time the anger was strong, it was also the place where the corpses of the legendary group were densest. Faced with unprecedented enemies and unprecedented dangers, they created unprecedented brilliant results, but also created unprecedented losses since the establishment of the legendary group.

From the 127 people who set out on Guyue Mountain to now, including the six spiritual veins cultivated in Jingmen, there are still fifty-seven people left in the team brought out by Hu Ke.

In this battle, they paid 70 lives. The losses of the seventy third-level spiritual veins were enough to make all the senior bosses of the team organization, including Li Taixi, cry all night, and Hu Ke was no exception. What he felt heartbroken was not the strength of these people, he was never the senior bosses who had completely taken into the role. He was just an ordinary person who had surpassed his own strength.

When I saw these followers for less than a day, but I was the group of people in the team who respected me the most, more than half of them fell here and could never stand up again. That feeling was dozens and hundreds of times more painful than his blow in Luoyang City, causing thousands of casualties.

There is no comparable performance between the two. For Hu Ke, no matter how many people he didn't know died, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands or millions, except for the more ruthless attacks in the face of those demons after sighing, there would not be much emotional fluctuations, because it was just a number. Although he knew that each number represented the complete disappearance of the huge group of life, the difference between this and seeing those people fall in front of him with his own eyes.

Although few of these people can speak well with Hu Ke, from the day he returned, he had been on Guyue Mountain for a few months, not to mention that many of them were old people who had joined the legendary group more than a year ago when it was first established.

In more than a year, almost two years, although they are far from each other, they are also very familiar friends. In the context of this doomsday environment, they are even more like life and death comrades.

Seeing a large number of people dying in front of me, these familiar faces in the past fell on this vast plain forever, even more shocking than the hundreds of thousands of dead bones in the lake city. Perhaps from this time on, Hu Ke truly realized what life and death are like a dream and illusion, and they are destroyed in an instant.

The last ray of light of the setting sun completely disappeared into the dark sky. The last ray of light on the horizon disappeared, and the moment when darkness enveloped the entire earth.
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