Demon Hunter and His Hut

Roger's face changed slightly.

"This thing found me?"

There was a strange feeling in his heart, the straight line distance between the two sides was extremely long, and he had been standing on the spot honestly, without making any movement.

But thinking like this in his heart, Roger's actions didn't stop. The monster in front of him was obviously difficult to deal with, and there was a large group of people standing around him. Betty's strength was not clear.

But that middle-aged woman...

Roger backed back quickly.

Don't drip into this muddy water lightly. You should tell Henrik about this kind of thing, so that this guy will not focus on things that shouldn't be done.

"Roar!"

The branches and vines rubbed against each other, and they made a low noise like a beast.

This thing is obviously not aimless, the huge body moved forward, and it actually rushed in the direction when Roger left.

Betty stretched out her hand to stop the monster but was stopped by the middle-aged woman on one side.

"An accidental intruder, in short, is not our tribe, let it go, its new life should be watered with blood."

"This is the power of the tree spirit reincarnation technique. The carefully cultivated soul is combined with the vine cultivated by voodoo."

"Although it is not a creature, it is not a simple and clumsy puppet creature. It has a certain degree of self-recognition, which will make your initial control much easier."

The middle-aged woman looked relaxed.

"It will bring prey to our eyes."

At this time, Roger had already rushed to the lake and jumped down.

His water level can only be regarded as average, but now he has plenty of energy, and his swimming speed after entering the water is also extremely fast.

While swiping forward, Roger glanced back distractedly.

The green monster came to the lake and twisted its body and fell into the water, floating completely on the surface of the water.

"This guy is originally wood..."

Unable to escape for a while, Roger knew he couldn't stay in the water anymore.

All his abilities are in close combat, and there is absolutely no chance of winning with this monster in the water.

Instead of going down the lake, Roger swam to the opposite side. Behind him, the spreading monster was approaching quickly.

"What is this?"

After searching the memory, Roger could not find anything similar to it. At this moment, a strong wind came.

Roger hurriedly hid to one side, but the other person's speed in the water inevitably slowed down for a while, his shoulder hurt, and the blood scattered in the water.

Looking back, a vine on the monster's arm was retracting at a very fast speed, then it rose high and fell again.

This time Roger was prepared and avoided the attack in advance, and then took a deep breath with the swaying water wave and rushed out fiercely!

The bushes in the dark are just around the corner, and at the same time, the distance between the monster and Roger is getting closer and closer. Roger's body rotates in the dark, and the moment he breaks through the water, he pulls out the steel sword behind him.

when!

A huge force struck him, and he was swept out of the water and landed on the shore not far away.

After landing, Roger did not hesitate and moved quickly.

Tom Tom Tom!

The ground was pierced into a shallow pit, and the monster's two hands were inserted into the trees on the shore, and then exerted force to pull the huge body out of the water.

Shaking off the drops of water on his head, Roger held swords in both hands and stared at the monster on the opposite side.

He knew that the battle tonight has just begun!

The bushes behind him were still open. Roger took the opportunity to take a night cat potion. The dim bushes suddenly became bright as day, and the details of the monsters were clearly displayed in front of him.

"The puppet-shaped heart fragment that Betty spit out must be its weakness."

Roger carefully maintained the distance between the two parties, carefully searching for each other.

This monster does not have the so-called facial features, but can only vaguely distinguish the head, torso and limbs.

What's more weird is that since its body is made up entirely of vines, there is no human bone limitation at all.

If you fight against the opponent according to the inherent thinking, you will definitely suffer a big loss.

Just when Roger was looking for the opponent's weakness, the monster took the lead in launching an attack.

His arms swept across, the vines stretched out like a whip, and there was a dull whine in the air.

Roger did not make a hard connection, his feet flicked quickly, and the individual was like a nimble night cat, slashing out with the steel sword in his hand as he rushed forward!

The strength progresses layer by layer, and is finally transferred to the wrist.

Huh!

The steel sword under the moonlight was as cold as water, easily cutting off the vines swept over by the monster.

But after a hit, Roger didn't have many surprises on his face, and the resistance passed from the steel sword made him secretly startled.

If this thing was not cultivated by a special method, it would have been affected by the power of witchcraft when it was formed, changing its internal structure.

The toughness and hardness are many times higher than that of ordinary vines.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Roger narrowed the distance between each other, the vines thrown by the monster retracted, and the other hand opened, and the entangled branches covered Roger like a large net.

His forward speed was too fast, and it was too late to hide at this time.

"Focus!"

"break out!"

The movement of the monster immediately became slow in his eyes, the muscles on his body were knotted, and the power twisted into a rope, and the lightness and swiftness of night cat swordsmanship merged together.

White light is like water.

A little light suddenly appeared in the night.

Roger split the main trunk in the tree net, and then swung three swords in a row, and his whole body was already close to the monster's side with a forward momentum.

Bend over and avoided a sweep, Roger returned the sword to its sheath, and the highly concentrated flammable liquid was sprayed evenly on the sword.

This thing was discovered by Roger in Henrik's foothold. He now only has evil spirit oil in his hand, which was originally just injected into one of the grooves.

And whoever thinks it can play a role here.

The steel sword was unsheathed.

The steel nails of the cuffs rubbed against the spine of the sword, and an ignition light flashed, and then the entire sword burned!

The burning flame not only surprised the monster, but also attracted the attention of Betty and the middle-aged woman in the distance.

In their opinion, killing an ordinary person is just a matter of minutes. Com But the flames in the distance made them realize that something was wrong.

"Something's wrong!"

"Summon it back!"

The middle-aged woman shouted sharply.

Betty condensed the spirit and used the special connection in the secret to convey the information in her mind.

The monster's arms stretched out, and the body turned like a top, Roger was so sharp that he could only retreat.

After repelling Roger, it stopped attacking, but turned and rushed towards the lake not far away.

Without the master's drive, the combat effectiveness of this vine monster is naturally greatly reduced. How could Roger let go of such an opportunity, his legs energized, and his figure rushed away.

"Since it's here, let's stay!"

With that, the steel sword burning with flames has been cut into the back of the monster!