Chapter 105: Bloody Demon Crossbow

The clothes broke, and the wind did not regret to see that it was an ugly or weird face, and that face should not even be called a face.
Like a poorly carved tree root, sunken raised cracks and endlessly sculpted features, the skin is like a mottled rotten old bark, exuding the smell of moss and rotten leaves.
The limbs are like old trees with dry branches and branches, and there are various signs that the monsters killed in the middle are not human.
After realizing this, the wind did not regret and did not flinch.
As an experienced mercenary, Feng does not regret knowing that unnecessary flinching will only bring disaster.
Almost subconsciously, with his left hand and five fingers, he flexibly buckled the crossbow, as he used to shoot the crossbow with his right hand, firing the crossbow and firing, it was absolutely beautiful.
Arrow shadows burst, five arrows shot out like hungry wolves, lined up side by side, without any difference.
The arrow mang burst through the air and hit the masked man in black. It was really aggressive. When Arrow man blinked, his confidence increased greatly. Even if the wind did not regret it before breaking his hand, it was difficult to shoot it. Quick crossbow.
As long as the other person is a mysterious person who is also a mysterious realm, even if he is higher than him, the wind will not regret it, he can confidently kill him with an arrow.
No difference, five arrows hit the rotten wood monster.
The monster in black stunned, and the five arrows dipped into the body, and the five arrows penetrated.
After hearing the noise, the wind did not regret not only seeing no joy, but also a little confused. He killed the mysterious beast with a crossbow. There were countless adversaries. The sound of the arrow getting into the flesh was not the same. The sound was like the arrow getting into the wood when he was training his target. It was too dull.
"Well, the disability of a broken arm can also send out such an arrow. This arrow can shoot through my body. It is worthy of praise," the monster in black swallowed with a chest.
"Well," those five arrows slammed a return carbine.
The wind did not regret being a roll, barely avoiding the crossbow.
A series of obscure and weird words spit out from the rotten tree monster.
His pronunciation is weird, not like the language of a human race. Even when he has been walking around for a long time, he has no regrets and can not understand.
The rotten tree monster was thinking faster and faster, and the ground trembled. Tree vines like tentacles drilled out of the ground, entangled in the wind's regretful body, making it difficult for him to move.
"Boy, give you another chance, who gave you the Devil Crystal, where is that person now? Otherwise, I will tear you in half immediately from beginning to end," the Rotten Tree Monster was patient.
"Well, you evil, don't want to be proud, but it's just dead. I never wanted to ask a word from my mouth." The wind waved the crossbow, still relentless, he just broke a few tree vines.
"Dead, you thought it would be so easy, I'll make you worse than death," the masked man in black chopped his feet, cruelly passed through the wind's regretful body, and a huge rough rattle rolled and pierced like a poisonous snake The wind left the left shoulder.
The trickle of blood sprayed out instantly, and the giant rattan swept away again, throwing the wind into the air without regret.
Feng's regretful body dropped heavily, followed by another giant rattan, but this time it was the left leg of Feng's regret.
Every time, every time it was a heartbreaking piercing. The wind's regretful body quickly looked like a broken and ragged leaf, and finally fell heavily on the ground
From beginning to end, he didn't ask for forgiveness, and five fingers clung to the crossbow.
Bloody water has soaked a small patch of land.
Feng regretted his teeth, he knew he couldn't live.
"Stubborn boy, you think you can die for nothing if you die. Alas, you have completely angered me, I want to tear your family, everyone in town. It's all because of you, Because you refuse to tell me the whereabouts of the devil mother crystal, "the monster in black made an angry roar.
On the branch aside, a few carrion smelling the breath of death stopped on the branch, with gloomy eyes, staring at the person on the ground who had no human shape.
"I don't regret my brother, I will be a mercenary in the future," the younger brother's cute smile lingered in his mind.
"I don't regret that you are the eldest son in the family. After Dad goes, you have to take good care of your brother and your mother," Dad entrusted him before he died.
"I don't regret, you are the oldest, and when will you let your mother hug a big fat grandson," the words of concern of the enthusiastic neighbours suddenly sounded.
"I don't regret it. Come and talk to everyone, you are a mercenary," his neighbors enthusiastically greeted him to drink.
Hate, regret, he hated, hated himself for being useless, hated himself for not being able to talk about this monster that had killed countless brothers and beheaded.
These are his most precious treasures, and must not be destroyed by it.
Wind's unrepentant eyes cracked like that, and countless bloodshots came out near the eyes.
His fleshly fingers moved, slamming his last breath, and clenching the bow.
The lines on the crossbow, as if alive, twisted and turned into blue-red lines. They saw flesh and blood, like ants, and bite.
But for the regret of the wind at this moment, he had no idea what the pain was.
The crossbow slowly merged into his flesh and blood, the red light suddenly became full, and the dazzling red light made the rotten wood monster temporarily unable to open his eyes.
"Monster, you don't want to touch them with a sweat," from the wind's regretful throat, a thunderous roar sounded, and he was surrounded by red light.
Where the original wind did not regret, there was no human figure, and there was only a crossbow that was one person tall.
On the crossbow, the original faint ancient arrow pattern at that moment was all alive. A touch of crystal, a brighter emerald red than blood, sprayed out.
The emerald-colored red arrow burst through and turned into a starling in the air. The wings of the starling flew open, and countless feathers turned into sharp arrows.
Feather arrows and air scraped into fist-sized fireballs.
The monster in black opened his eyes wide, and looked at the fireball in disbelief with confidence. It was originally a tree demon of the genus of wood and was naturally afraid of fire.
The sky-like fire struck like rain, and it shrank.
Too late. On that day, in the woods outside Fenglin's late town, a fire broke out for no reason, countless tendons were ignited by the fire, and the trees turned into coke.
The monster in black was struggling in pain, weeping, and the thick green sap squirted from its body, and it smelled bad.
It was devoured by a fireball and turned into a pool of ugly ashes.
The heavy pant sounded in the flames, one after another.
The huge bow fell to the ground, and the flesh and blood of the limbs became unrepentant, and his body was covered with magic lines.
In the distance, there was a cry from the younger brother, a regretful mouth, a little smile, and a gleam of tears dripping from the corner of his eyes.