"Dingding" ......

The four of them could only hear two consecutive crisp sounds, and the flying object met the spike, and the direction of the spike was slightly off.

With a sound of "grabbing", the two spikes were indistinguishable, first stabbing Zhang Mingming and Xun Menglong's sternum in their armpits, and then sliding away from the sternum, bringing up a piece of flesh and blood.

The spikes were weak, and the white ash nailed into the wall was blocked by the wall tiles and could no longer be sustained, and it fell to the floor with two crisp sounds.

The two demon hunters, who had been standing by the living room door, had moved away for fear of being attacked from outside the light as they dodged the light.

The door to the living room opened slightly, and a bright light peeked into the living room, forcing one of the demon hunters to retreat further, and then a shadow flowed in like water from the top of the door.

Three iron spikes reappeared, shooting at the black shadow in a zigzag shape from the black smoke at a foot apart.

The light returned, and there were three "ding-ding-ding" sounds, and all three iron thorns were swinged, and two of them were reflected into the black smoke, and they were nowhere to be seen, and their sound was not heard.

"Grass, a high-level magician again?" Under the black smoke, the shadow sighed in his heart, and his body shook a few times as if he wanted to break free of something, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye, I don't know if it was in the cocoon room or in Zhang Mingming's room.

When the demon hunters dodged the light, they had lost their help in the restraint techniques of Zhang and Xun, but Zhang and Xun were still nervous in the moment of life and death, and they did not react, and they did not wake up immediately until the spikes entered the wall.

"Grass, you, mother. With a low roar, all the richeting bullets in the hands of the two were thrown into the black smoke.

"Woo Woo ......"

A series of explosions like firecrackers sounded, and several bright red flames flashed in the black smoke, the flames were extremely eye-catching in the black smoke, and the rushing air flow dispersed part of the black smoke, revealing a few wisps of white smoke generated after the explosion.

Black smoke scattered, and the ground was stained with blood. The sunlight took the opportunity to shine in, shining on the blood stains in the shape of drops or lines, scarlet.

Zhang Mingming and Xun Menglong didn't see the black shadow enter the house, they didn't think about why the two iron thorns didn't nail themselves to the wall, nor did they think about why their hands and feet suddenly moved, they just thought that even if they died, they wouldn't make the two demon hunters feel better.

The upgraded ricochet was developed by Xun Menglong himself, and the lethality is not strong, but it is still more powerful than the mud a few days ago.

He clearly knew that these few ricochets would definitely not be able to severely damage these two high-level magician-level demon hunters, at least they would have a very big impact on their abilities.

It's just that Xun Menglong doesn't know the source of this ability of a senior magician, so his thoughts are a bit one-sided.

Most high-level magicians have some special functions, and the support point of special functions is "mind", which can also be understood as spiritual power, and more popularly, it can be said to be "imagination".

Ideation is a kind of brain wave activity, and only when the brain is not damaged, most of them will not affect the performance of specific functions.

There are some special functions that do not require the use of thoughts, but through "mudras". Some people who are not strong in their minds will be able to guide their thoughts in the form of mudras to achieve the purpose of inducing special functions.

Therefore, even if these ricochet explosions hurt the body of the demon hunter, they could not move their minds, unless the super-powerful explosion caused the opponent to have a concussion or damage, so that the opponent could not use special functions.

This is just like Yu Zhixin's difficulty in using "extreme sound killing" in a short period of time after being bombed by a car.

At this time, Zhang Mingming and Xun Menglong exhausted their means, and were about to bend down to grab the iron thorn that fell under their feet, when they felt that the shadows in their eyes were heavier, as if a bird was flying through the sun.

When they were alert, they all looked up, only to see a vague light in the black smoke flickering, and then they heard a roar coming from the black smoke.

Zhang Mingming and the others didn't know what was going on in the black smoke, but they each grabbed the two iron thorns under their feet in their hands, and they were close together to pay attention to the movement in the black smoke.

When I was young, I heard a "poof" sound in the black smoke, and it sounded like someone had fallen to the ground.

"Who? Who are you?" Mu Ne's hiss sounded again, but there was no one except for the rough panting of Zhang Mingming and Xun Menglong.

Zhang Mingming and Xun Menglong glanced at each other, and they both knew that there were other changes in the black smoke, from the "poof" sound just now and the roar of the demon hunter, the two could expect that there was a demon hunter in the black smoke who should be seriously injured or killed.

It's just - who can do it to a demon hunter in such a situation?

Song Ziwen They must still be in Changyuan City, and they must still be locked up in the detention center, and now all the people who can help them are gone, so who is this invisible "ghost"?

The black smoke was thicker, churning and stirring, like the heavy water vapor floating on a hot spring in winter.

"The Secret Service doesn't have a person like you, who are you, do you dare not hide your head and show your tail?" The voice in the black smoke rose again, cold without the slightest emotion.

"Secret Service?" Zhang Mingming and Xun Menglong looked at each other, not knowing why.

Zhang Mingming had seen Guo Genheng of the Secret Service, and he knew that Guo Genheng had been transferred, so the person who did not show up should not be Guo Genheng.

It's impossible if it's really from a certain family.,Broken Cocoon didn't tell him that it had anything to do with which family.。

"Could it be that the wine and meat monk sent someone?" Zhang Mingming only thought of this possibility, and couldn't help but be secretly happy in his heart, the nervous expression on his face relaxed slightly, and he gasped for breath with relief, and his originally strong body leaning against the wall also became softer.

Zhang Mingming's performance Xun Menglong certainly saw it in his eyes, although he didn't understand what was going on, but when he saw Zhang Mingming's expression, he knew that he should be able to survive this catastrophe.

"It turns out that there are really demon hunters in this world!" a faint voice sounded out of thin air, but it didn't know where it came from.

"Who are you?Get out, aren't you afraid of being hunted down by the demon hunters?" the black smoke faded, and the figure of the demon hunter gradually appeared.

The demon hunter stood straight by the wall, his hands hanging calmly, and his face as expressionless as wood. It's just that the black clothes on his body have long been in tatters, revealing a few wounds, and more serious is the lower body, the black trousers are basically fine, and only scattered strips of cloth hang on them, revealing bloody legs.

The demon hunter knew that the most serious wound he had was near his neck, and if it weren't for the warning of his dead companion, it might have been a knife or two lives.

The wound is between the neck and the chest and is very thin, like a line. The clothes there drooped and blackened with blood.

From the information inside the Demon Hunter, he didn't know about this knife maker, and he had never seen anyone who made knives so well and still liked to sneak around.

However, he could be sure that the person who hurt himself was not a high-level magician or even a person in the magic circle, and besides, he had never heard of such a person.

"Hehe, I thought that senior magicians were as difficult as that guy, but in fact, that's just that!" A playful sneer sounded in Zhang Mingming's ears, and a shadow suddenly appeared in the corner of Zhang Mingming's eyes.