Since the Wu Xinmo did not listen to Evanson's advice and walked into the house alone, the movement in the room was like locking ten Jerry and ten Tom in the same room, and he couldn't stop at all.

With a clang, a wall was smashed and a black painted thing was thrown out. It was the witch demon who had already been made and began to doubt the life of life.

He looked very embarrassed now. The clothes that were already stagnant on his body were now damaged in many places. A big hole was also broken on his chest, but what was flowing out was not blood, but a black gas.

Evanson whispered, aren't you an inflatable doll?

His face is now dull and he is lying motionless on the ground, not because he is too seriously injured, but because he is completely unable to understand the current situation, causing his brain to fall into a state of shock.

Originally, our great witch demon official thought he had found Evanson's weakness and was about to turn into a wolf and go into the house to tease the good woman. But after she walked into the dark room, she didn't even have time to say the little lady, and saw a big sword of Ziwei and Lanhua, slashing towards him. If he hadn't subconsciously took a step back and was cut by this sword, he would have directly made him in half.

But the Wu Xinmo just avoided the attack that had taken his life. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the opponent directly rushed forward, using a set of skills like flowing clouds and water, without giving him any time to breathe.

Destruction strike! Suppression! Revenge! Broken tendons! In the end, the Wu Xin Demon, who was unable to dodge, was hit hard by a shield and smashed out of the wall.

At this time, the defensive warrior Xifu also came out of the hole smashed by the witch's inner demon with one sword and the other with the other shield. His eyebrows were raised and he looked at the slumped angrily at the witch's inner demon who could not rise up.

In order to show respect for Evanson, I didn't plan to intervene in this battle before he asked for help. This was a good thing. I didn't expect that you, a slut, would come to tease me, and see if I won't kill you... By the way, who are you, a slut?

"Son of Hell Monarch Mephisto, the Witch Insect Demon." Evanson seemed to see Sif's doubts and deliberately said, "How do you feel now if you don't listen to my opinion?"

Wu Xinmo rolled a lazy donkey, rolled aside, looked at Sif in surprise in military uniform, and said, "Asgardian!"

Now if someone tells him that the devil in hell is the most insidious and cunning, he promises to slap in a big mouth without saying a word. Is this Asgard the worst? It’s so bad!

Wu Xinmo now feels that this is completely a big trap for him, and it is a chain of traps!

First, he pretended to secretly take away the contract, and then deliberately left some clues to lead himself to the place they selected, so that the Destroyer could ambush him. Fortunately, he was blessed with his great destiny and had his subordinates become scapegoats and conquered the Ghost Knight in advance. He was able to pester the Destroyer.

However, the Asgardians also left behind a backhand. A fierce female warrior lies in the room, ready to rush out and give him a fatal blow.

I'll take a break, what kind of grudges are there? I don't leave a way out for myself. And it's not that Asgardians are a group of people who know how stupid and slutty they drink and fight? Why are they more skilled than themselves in the trap?

"The devil in hell will die!" With Evanson's intentional explanation, Sif already knew the other party's identity, so there is no need to say anything else. The devil in hell is still a hell who doesn't know what to do in this world. And just now, I'm slashing his door in the middle of the night. Oh my, let's kill it first!

Wu Xinmo was still a little capable. He was in the room just now because the incident happened suddenly and unexpectedly, and he was hit one after another. Until now, Mingdao and Mingji have fully demonstrated what he should look like after his dodging talent is full.

"Hmph?" After several attacks, Sif snorted coldly, threw away the small shield in his left hand, held the sword in both hands, and attacked again. This was a battle from a defensive warrior to a weapon.

Slash, slash, kill, and giant strike! After changing his talent, Sif's attack was indeed more fierce than before, but the witch's inner demon could still avoid it at all. This made Evanson's eyelids twitch.

After Sif's horizontal slash was lost again, she turned around and when she turned her back to the Wuxin Demon, her hands were wrong, and her long sword turned into two, and Sif's violent appearance appeared.

As he turned around, Sif took the opportunity to slash a whirlwind. Because it was a double-held violent, the attack range nearly doubled. The tip of the sword slashed the Wu Xin Demon's chin and left a long and narrow wound on his face. However, this was fine. He would just laugh secretly without opening his head.

But apart from this, Sif's attack could only make trouble on the other party's clothes, and almost no harm to the body.

Evanson was a little surprised. Sure enough, the strength of the Witch Heart Demon was above Sif, and the situation now seemed to be unfavorable to him, but because his experience in close combat was obviously not as rich as Sif, a three-talent warrior. He was bare-handed and it was difficult for Sif to get close to him for a while.

But it was not this thing that surprised Evanson, but "Your Highness the Witch Heart Demon, is your strength only like this? This is really disappointing."

The power displayed by the Witch Heart Demon is far lower than Evanson's expectations. At the beginning, Evanson had a high estimate of the strength of the Witch Heart Demon, the prince of Hell. So for safety reasons, he did not hesitate to steal the heads from Thor and keep the Destroyer as a helping hand.

But now he realized that this was also a prince, but the witch demon prince Zhao Thor was really different.

But thinking about it, Odin really treated Thor as his heir to train him. The best education, the best equipment, and the best weapon. He just waited for one day to close his eyes and kick his legs and he could take the lead in the nine kingdoms.

But Mephisto was not like this. He never thought about abdication at all. He believed that until the end of the world, hell would be my hell, so the witch demon could only be a prince, not an heir, and of course there was no training for him.

Education, go and slap twice. Boy, hell is mine, don’t think about it. Power, haha, that’s mine, you should die. As for your concern for him... After learning about Wu Xinmoqiao’s family, Mephisto’s order was to send him back to hell, living the best, and dying the best.

"Don't underestimate me..." Since Sif's dual-held is now violent, with a strong range and a fierce attack, but his moves are wide open and close, the gap is also large, so after seeing a chance, the Witch Insect Demon, who has been dodging, rubbed his body like a poisonous snake, and grabbed Sif's wrist.

"My power is not that simple!" Wu Xinmo smiled grimly, and the place where Sif's wrists were grabbed by him began to become pale and shriveled. Although Wu Xinmo had not received any teaching, the prince of hell is still there, and he can still use his innate talent. "Asgarde people also want to become a mummy under my power. It's a pity for this beautiful face."

"I'm afraid this won't work." Evanson said sinisterly, "Don't forget that I'm still here."
Chapter completed!