Unlike the first cannon fodder killed in a monster horror movie, who disappeared without knowing anything, Nalan Yu was knocked away and disappeared into the dense fog with parabolic blood, and everyone saw it.

Although, some people can't see clearly, only know the information that Nalan Twilight was sent flying, although, now that the two people in the team were knocked down, they still haven't been able to figure out who, from, and by what means they launched the attack, at least one more point, for all the girls present (including an aunt), it is the consensus of the consensus, the basic of the basics:

Indeed, they were attacked.

Stunned and stunned, it only lasted for a very short time, after all, everyone present was an experienced veteran, and they had all seen the world (maybe Yan Hua hadn't seen it yet), and they would not fall into a chaotic situation where the dragons were fighting their own battles because of the fall of the team leader. I don't know if it was because they remembered the last words that Nalan Yu shouted before he was knocked away, they quickly shortened the distance between each other very tacitly, got closer, and gathered into a tight group.

However, their first action stopped at huddles. After all, in their eyes, that mysterious and powerful enemy has not yet appeared. Looking around, the pale fog obscured everything, and the monster that existed only in the imagination, with fangs and claws, seemed to suddenly emerge from the fog, and it didn't. The first is Wen, the second is Nalan Twilight, and who will the third be? The enemy's actions are unpredictable, and even if they are powerful, they have nowhere to go, and this is the most uncomfortable for them.

Tension gradually spread through the crowd, and the whispers of gasping and swallowing saliva became more and more harsh. The evening breeze, the cold fog and the bamboo forest, all of which have the effect of cooling down, making this late spring night cool and pleasant, but the beads of sweat still came out of everyone's foreheads. The heat is easy to cold, and the heart is hard to extinguish. The atmosphere was like a pot of boiling hot water on a stove, and everything exploded with a screech of steam.

"It's coming......" Catherine Pagos, who was on the inside, suddenly whispered.

So, the water boiled.

Again, the lean little fist that had just knocked Nalan Twilight away, suddenly emerged from the thick fog, and appeared in front of Remilia on the outside of the crowd.

"Miss, danger!"

Red Misuzu let out a loud shout and stepped forward in front of Remilia. From the time the fist appeared to the time it hit the target, the time left for the victim to react was only a short moment, and Misuzu had already exhausted it. She didn't have time to use her true qi and strengthen her body, and she didn't even have time to swing the most basic defensive stance, and she could only use her flesh to catch the next punch.

"Bang!"

Again, the shuddering, muffled sound of flesh colliding. The fist with strange power dissolved into mist and dissipated, and Red Misuzu's chest was sunken into a large hole, which looked extremely terrifying. Her face turned pale, and her feet slashed back a little, but she was not directly beaten out of her field of vision like Nalan Yu and Shooting Pill Wen.

The reason why she will rush to the front is to make her body become Remilia's shield. Yes, she is a "shield", even if she holds it hard, she will not retreat, and she must not let the malice of the outside world hurt a single hair of her master.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood poured out of Misuzu's mouth, and Remilia, who was standing behind her, watched as the tall, straight, muscular, proud back shook and fell forward.

"Beauty...... Misuzu!"

For a while, Remilia was in a hurry, forgetting her situation, and stretched out her hand to pick up the fallen red Misuzu, but was stopped by Sakuya beside her.

"Don't panic, Miss. ”

Sixteen Nights Sakuya stepped on the position where the red Misuzu was standing, and instead of the fallen Misuzu, she became the "shield" in front of Remilia.

"This little injury can't kill Misuzu. She held three throwing knives in her hand and said without looking back.

Of course, she has the confidence to say such things, after all, the devil maid who personally shoots the lazy Misuzu with her own hands every day, pierces her heart, and breaks her belly several times is her sixteen night Sakuya herself. The vitality of the monster is already strong, coupled with Sakiya's Hell Tune Sect, oh no, tempering, Misuzu's vitality is comparable to the immortal Xiaoqiang - the level of starvation to death after a month of cutting off his head.

Nietzsche said, "Everything that can't kill you makes you stronger", so it is Sakura's torture day after day that saves today's Misuzu from being tortured and killed. Maybe Misuzu took a fancy to this, so she deliberately ate those flying knives full of anger and killing intent without avoiding it!

That's right, this is also the practice of martial arts, it must be like this!

"Now it's time to focus on the enemy in front of you. Unhurriedly, Sakuya continued, "Don't panic and let the enemy take advantage of it. ”

"But ......"

Remilia gritted her teeth, unable to say what she had meant to say.

In fact, everyone present knew what she was going to say, because they all felt what she felt.

But how should this enemy be fought?

As far as the eye can see, there is a dense fog, beyond the dense fog is unknown, move the fog, the fog disperses and gathers, a little slack, is to be knocked down by a punch. This enemy is like Jack the Ripper in the fog, or Jason the murderer on the Crystal Lake, who is elusive, usually invisible to human figures, and when he appears, it is an unreasonable blow and deadly. The crowd gathered was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, trembling and hugging each other, desperately waiting for their fate—that is, being pulled out of the flock by the butcher, skinned and dismembered.

The number of victims has increased to three, and this fragile team can no longer afford to lose more, but what should we do? How to deal with this unpredictable enemy like a fog? Do you want to use sword and magic to attack this fog that has no fixed form? Are you kidding?

At this moment, the silver vampire girl who had always been silent, Catherine Pargos, spoke:

"Our enemy...... It doesn't seem to be 'hidden in the fog', but 'it's the fog itself'...... No, the same can't be said either. ”

She rejects the hypothesis she had just put forward and reverses:

"It's fog, it's not fog, and since it attacks with its fists, it should also have a humanoid stance, but somehow, it changes into the form of fog. ”

"In that case......

"I have a way. ”

With that, Catherine took advantage of her petite size to squeeze out of the crowd with the agility of a loach that had crawled through the weeds, and stood outside the line, facing the mist.

The moment she stood still, the three-fist fist that had brought down the three of them reappeared, and, as a matter of course, aimed at her head. Everyone present couldn't help but gasp the moment they saw it. Only Catherine looked calm, and calmly said to the fist:

"Give it a try, 'ghost of the fog,' and see if you can touch me. ”

The provocation worked almost immediately, and the fist slammed into the bridge of her nose, the punch so powerful that it seemed to smash through her skull. Later, however, it slowed down, softened, and finally stopped a few centimeters in front of her, helpless.

"Obviously, you can't do that. ”

Catherine said lightly, as if everything had been expected by her.

This is her ability, energy erasure, no matter how great the power is, when it comes to her, it will not have any effect. That's just what it does on the defensive end, and then she's going to apply it to offense.

"And ......"

Catherine stretched out her right hand forward, and with a soft "snap", she grabbed the wrist of the "murderous fist" quickly, accurately, and steadily.

"At this point, you don't want to run away again. ”

Her voice was cold enough to condense the mist into ice flowers suspended in the air.