Chapter 580

On the outskirts of Shangjing, in a dark alley, a lonely lamp is dim.

It's already a little chilly in the early autumn night. A night owl wanders through the street lamp, meows and quietly gets into the alley, leaving a long and narrow shadow.

A few seconds later, in the darkest corner of the alley, suddenly the cold light flashed, fast almost invisible.

The night owl didn't even have time to scream, so he fell to the ground with his head in a different place.

In the dark, stretched out a dry hand, seized the body of the wild cat, a gruesome gnawing sound, in the silent night, rustling.

A faint smell of blood gradually spread in the air.

At the end of the lane, a thin figure came to the bottom of the street lamp, stretched out his white and slender fingers, and jingled on the steel lamp post of the street lamp. The sound was very strange.

In the shadow of the alley, out came a skinny man like a skeleton.

The clothes on this man were empty, as if they were on a clothes rack. The whole person's skin, like a layer of white paper covered in the skeleton, the cheeks are deeply collapsed.

His eyes turned out to be eerie blood red. He still held the body of half a dead cat in his hand. A drop of blood was left at the corner of his mouth. It looked so terrible and eerie.

The man looked at Ye CuO with a trace of bloodthirsty cruelty in his eyes. In the palm of his hand, a paper-thin machete sent out a faint cold light.

"So you killed the butterfly? Or did butterfly rebel? " In front of us, this strange person, like a skeleton, has a hoarse voice, like the sound of fingernails across the blackboard. When it comes to people's ears, it makes people feel worried.

Ye CuO looks at the man in front of him, and remembers the name butterfly called out in the nightmare: Blood demon.

If you find a butterfly in the heart of the most hate people, blood demon must be able to row in the top three.

This man practices evil skills and is bloodthirsty. He doesn't kill for the sake of performing tasks, but just to satisfy his killing thoughts.

In butterfly's only memory, there has been a vague figure who killed her family and took her to the blood killing base.

That figure is most likely the blood demon.

When ye CuO and butterfly met in the previous life, they couldn't find the trace of blood demon, but since they met in this life, ye CuO couldn't let him go.

At this time, the blood demon looked at Ye CuO with a trace of greed in his eyes

His practice of "blood residual skill" takes human blood as medicine.

The more powerful a person is, the more useful blood is to him.

The blood demon has no idea how many people he has killed, and its own strength is among the top 20 in the Chinese branch of blood killing, which is very terrible.

At this time, he threw the body of the wild cat in his hand, looked at Ye Cuo, grinned silently, and his mouth was full of blood and carrion flowing along his chin: "it doesn't matter whether you killed her or not. Today, I want the blood essence in your heart! "

Ye CuO sneered: "just in time, my family lacks a bowl to feed the dog, you skeleton, a little repair, it can be used."

The blood demon grinned grimly. In his eyes, it was like a flash of fire.

"Kill Two people are crazy to drink, almost no dialogue, directly killed together.

For a moment, the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop.

"Death Ye CuO didn't dare to have the slightest carelessness when facing the master who didn't know his realm. He entered the half dragon state directly. His arms were covered with pale golden scales. Without waiting for the blood demon to be ready, he immediately hit him in the face.

The golden fist is particularly dazzling at night. This fist has a mysterious track, which directly covers the area within a few feet.

Bang!

To Ye CuO's surprise, the blood demon's body, like a piece of straw in the air, seemed to be shaken open by Ye CuO's fists, and even stuck to his fists and escaped.

"Boy, it's better to kill yourself and let me drink your blood." Blood demon's machete, tearing out a piece of space in the air, like a net, intertwined, toward Ye Cuo, like the tide swept in the past.

Miso, miso!

A burst of acid cutting sound, in the alley, the fire, just ten seconds, ye CuO's arms and his machete, collision hundreds of times.

Two people at the same time back a few steps, ye CuO panic found that the dragon scale on his arm, has been broken a lot, the red blood slowly penetrated out.

Leaf wrong eyelid a jump, the heart began to gradually sink.

After the dragon, proud of the defense, in front of the blood demon, did not have much effect.

The strength of blood demon, it seems that it is not what you can deal with now.

Ye CuO pulls out the soft sword in his belt with one hand.

The blood demon sneered and looked at the soft sword in Ye CuO's belt, with a trace of contempt in his eyes: "boy, you can't do it. Let's go. Your martial arts are amazing, but if you want to kill me, it will be possible in three years. But you won't have this chance! "

The light of a knife as bright as day flashed by, and the blade as flowing water ran along Ye CuO's neck. Puyi, the blood light of a knife splashed.

Ye CuO quickly retreated more than ten steps, a thin wound on his neck, and the blood gushed unstoppably.

At this moment, ye CuO seemed to return to the previous life of licking blood on the edge of the knife. Every second, he passed the God of death and felt the taste of death.

He reached out and pulled out a few gold needles. He pricked his neck a few times and stopped the gushing of blood. He was relieved.

The blood demon sticks out his tongue and licks Ye CuO's blood on his machete. It's like a drug addict. He shivers when he comes into contact with drugs. The greed in his eyes suddenly explodes like a gasoline fire. Looking at Ye CuO's eyes, he looks like a hungry beast.

Seems to have been unable to wait, blood demon throat, broke out a howl, toward Ye Cuo.

"Death Blood demon's throat, a roar, blade like layers of snow, spilled down.

Ding Ding Ding!

A series of fine collision sounds, ye CuO's soft sword, like a snake struck by lightning in the air, constantly trembles, as if it will break at any time.

On the face, on the body, on the arm, a small wound, appears continuously.

The skin of Ye CuO's whole body began to show fine scales, but these scales were as strong as paper under the attack of the blood demon.

The fine blood beads constantly burst out from ye CuO's wound and turned into a blood mist, breaking into the air.

The strong smell of blood makes the blood demon scream incessantly.

"Go to hell!" Another knife, ye CuO's right arm snapped, the scales were chopped, the blade went deep into the muscle, and the soft sword fell to the ground.

The blood demon laughed wildly and stabbed Ye CuO's heart with a knife.