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Shirem took out a piece of clean clothes and wiped the bleeding wound on his body.

The two immortal clones had been fighting him for nearly an hour, and his iron body couldn't bear it anymore. Now that the clones disappeared, it was basically confirmed that the white-haired boy had killed Arnus's body.

Or maybe those clones all went back to protect the main body.

Shirem showed an honest smile, holding a cigar hidden in his waist in his stubbled mouth, enjoying a moment of tranquility.

Of course he knew that Mezmi might be being besieged by clones now, but what did this have to do with him, Hirem? That white-haired demon hunter wants to kill him too!

As the cigar was exhausted, Shirem turned and left Dongshi. He still had things to do.

The thick purple-black arm strangled Mezmi's neck tightly. Arnus raised the sickle blade with his other hand and slashed Mezmi on the head.

Mezmi teleported out of danger.

Arnus looked into the distance. Mezmi was coughing violently, and the redness and swelling on his neck showed his pain.

"Are you going to run for your life? After all, your abilities are perfect for running away. Hurry up and run away like a coward!"

Arnus laughed wildly, which deeply stimulated Mazmi's heart.

"Your provoking skills are really bad, but I won't run away. I will grind your body into dust!"

Mazmi adjusted her condition, raised her knife and struck forward.

Arnus held the sickle in both hands, laughing wildly as he collided with Mezmi.

As expected, Mezmi was knocked away, then teleported to the back of Arnus' head, and persisted in trying to pierce the long knife into his neck.

Arnus also gradually got used to Mezmi's attack method. A black shadow appeared on his back, and countless bone hands came out from it to violently attack Mezmi's abdomen.

Mazmi's internal organs were damaged, and she vomited a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.

Where he landed, a black shadow appeared again, and bone hands surged out like squid tentacles, trying to drag Mazmi into the endless abyss.

Mezmi twisted her body in mid-air and slashed hard at the bone hand. The bone hand was cut off into pieces like wheat straw in the field.

Mazmi landed smoothly, but his body was covered by shadows. Through the shadows reflected in the setting sun, he could clearly see Arnus, a man with a wolf head and a human body, holding up his scythe, which symbolized death, like the god of death in hell.

"Go to hell!"

Arnus struggled to chop down the scythe blade, Mezmi raised his knife to block, and the blade passed through the scythe blade, causing bursts of sparks.

Mezmi was suppressed by Anus' tall body and temporarily lost the ability to actively attack.

Must stay out of his attack range.

With this thought in mind, Mazmi was about to teleport away when another slash from Arnus followed.

Mezmi's thoughts were interrupted. He jumped up in the air and stepped on the sickle blade. He took a step along the sickle blade and stabbed Arnus's cheek with the blade in his hand.

Arnus dragged the scythe blade back at high speed, and after pulling away a certain distance, he immediately swung the scythe blade upward.

Mezmi accidentally cut off a piece of his shoulder. He ignored the pain and continued to stab Arnus with all his strength.

Arnus's eyes flashed crimson, and Mazmi's vision immediately turned dark.

He understood that he had been blinded and immediately teleported away from the place.

He appeared at the place where Arnus's body had been. Directly in the distance ahead, Arnus stood here without moving.

"Your teleportation is indeed troublesome, but I don't know if it will be afraid of the smell of hell."

Mazmi was a little confused after hearing Arnus's meaningful words.

Arnus once again took out the gold scale that pulled him into the illusion. At this time, there was a pool of blood in the two plates on the gold scale. The one on the left was obviously more than the one on the right.

Arnus groped around for a moment, as if he was looking for something, then gave up and said to Mazmi, "Didn't you find anything wrong?"

When Mezmi heard this, she realized that her shoulder that had just been chopped off was completely unscathed, and there wasn't even a trace of blood on her clothes.

He suddenly remembered the knife he had pierced Arnus's neck before, and seemed to have a glimmer of understanding.

"The blood on your gold scale must be the number of times we hit our opponent in the battle just now. Every time we are hit, the blood flowing out will be attracted by the gold scale to the plate, until whoever has the heavier chips on the plate will The one with less will die."

Arnus put the gold scale on the ground and said: "It seems that you are not that stupid, but you are wrong in one thing. It is not just as simple as death, it is the real sentence of being dragged into hell!"

Mazmi has already seen his own real hell. He just sneered at those demon hunters who called the hometown of demons hell. Compared to the hell full of demons, the ugliness of human nature has made people sad in human society. Disgusting flowers, if they were a group of demons, maybe he would be even more excited!

"Then let me show you what hell is. I want you to die thinking of my name!"

Arnus smashed the sickle blade against the ground, making a violent sound: "Then, the most just judgment before hell begins."

Arnus took the lead and struck with a broad scythe blade.

Mezmi threw out a knife, scraped it with the sickle blade, and advanced all the way in front of Arnus.

Arnus rotated the scythe and swung his body to carry the scythe behind him. The moment Mezmi approached, the scythe struck Mezmi's blade hard.

Mazmi wanted to teleport to avoid damage, but found that he could no longer use teleport, and even the demon he contracted with had disappeared without a trace.

As Mazmi was knocked away, Arnus spoke eloquently: "On the gold scale, the breath of hell is enough to scare any demon. It is obvious that your demon violated the contract and terminated the contract with you without authorization. I want to escape the erosion of the breath of hell, but unfortunately, the contract has already killed it. If I want to find him, I guess I have to wait until it is resurrected next time."

Mezmi clenched the blade and roared like a wild beast: "Without the devil's power, I can still kill you!"

"wishful thinking!"

Mezmi rushed towards Arnus, and the blade and sickle collided fiercely, forcing Arnus back step by step.

After Mezmi was bounced away again, Arnus thumped the sickle blade on the ground, propped up his strong body, raised his leg and kicked Mezmi.

Mezmi immediately fell to the ground to dodge, and Arnus also knelt down and attacked with the sickle blade in his hand wide open and closed.

Mezmi lowered his waist and passed by the sickle blade. Through the white sickle blade, he saw his pale face.

Arnus immediately stood up and struck back, but the strike was in vain. He turned around and saw that there was no sign of Mazmi.

He immediately raised his head, Mezmi fell from the sky, and the blade in his hand pierced Arnus's neck deeply. Arnus was furious, raised the sickle blade and slid it below, and black shadows condensed in the circle, and the black shadows poured out. The infinite bone hands bound Mazmi in an instant, leaving him to be slaughtered.

Arnus pulled out the blade from his neck, grabbed the gold scale on the ground, looked at the blood on it, and said as if the winner was making his declaration: "You know what? You are just a little bit close to being killed." I am dead. You can kill me as long as you hurt me once. Are you sad to hear this news? Very sad? "

To Arnus's surprise, Mazmi showed no expression and just listened quietly to Arnus's shouting.

Arnus secretly wondered why he was talking to a dying man, and then decisively cut off Mezmi's calf with a sickle blade.

Blood flowed into the plate on the left. As the plate sank slightly, Mazmi felt that something terrifying was approaching him, as if it was about to take him into another strange world.

But he was surprisingly calm at this time. He looked at Arnus, and the former "mother" gradually merged with his figure. He smiled sadly and said: "What will happen if my plate is heavier than yours now?"

Arnus suddenly had an ominous premonition: "What do you mean?"

Mazmi smiled, opened her palm, and a sacred feather as white as snow slowly floated down and entered the plate on the right. The blood dyed the white feather red, and the plate on the right sank below.