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The wooden stick was folded by Xie Jingchen from the tree, and when he looked at the comparison, he naturally felt that it was wooden, how could it be against a sharp knife!

But it depends on who it is!

Xie Jingchen sneered with a paralyzed face, and immediately wrapped his spiritual power on the wooden stick as if he was completely unconvinced, making the wooden stick more advantageous than stainless steel.

Nest grass - what about the 'sticks' that are good?

This is beyond scientific common sense, if you don't see it with your own eyes, it is a branch that Xie Jingchen broke off from a tree, and the demon mask would have thought that Xie Jingchen's hand was not a Shenma wooden stick at all, but an iron rod disguised as a wooden stick!

"Let's go together! It's up to you, you're not vulnerable at all! ”

Speaking provocatively, Xie Jingchen raised the wooden stick, moved at a speed beyond his eyes, and when the demon mask didn't react at all, it was already close to his side, and swept the stick at great speed, "Woo woo" three times, and hit his waist in a dull manner.

With just one blow, the demon mask was slammed, and its body rushed to the side like a throw.

After losing consciousness, the peach leaf knife in the hand of the demon mask was thrown into the air, Xie Jingchen's tiger eyes swept over, his movements flashed, and he instantly held the half-empty lancet in his hand, and his vigorous body was still in mid-air, he sneered and sneered around the four blows, and in the surprise of the onlookers, he lifted the lancet and slashed at the wooden stick in his other hand-

Immediately, the sticks were in mid-air, divided into several segments, and if they were sharp-eyed, they could be counted, and they were cut into eighteen wooden thorns.

Moreover, he was thrown in the air by Xie Jingchen, and immediately, after he tightened his grip on the hilt of the knife and stored his strength, he threw the wooden thorn in front of him like a club, throwing the wooden thorn to eighteen different aspects!

In every aspect, it is where the hidden eighteen men in black are!

Xie Jingchen's move instantly showed the enemy: There is no hiding, I already know where you are hiding!

Eighteen wooden thorns, none of them have failed!

The heaviest stab into the eye of a man in black was blocked by the Shura mask, but it still accurately knocked it to the ground, and the lightest only slashed through the arm of a man in black, without causing too much wound, this is the happiest man in black.

Most of them are wounds that have been attacked, in the chest, large. legs and other parts.

Only one of the men in black, if he moved, the wound would be in the crotch. Below, the man in black was the most frightened, and he was directly shocked to the ground, and his feet were soft and yellow urine flowed out.

Men, who don't value the crotch. The next place. If this function is really destroyed, it will be even more unlucky than the man in black who was stabbed blind!

Xie Jingchen's provocative move really shocked the eighteen men in black.

The most tragic is the first demon mask to emerge, he is the leader of the eighteen blacks, and he is also the strongest leader of the force.

But he was only swept and attacked by Xie Jingchen's 'wooden stick', and he was only hit three times in the waist, and when he fell to the ground, his life characteristics were already weakening, and he didn't even have a chance to snort, so he was defeated by Xie Jingchen with one blow.

It's hard to imagine that this evil ghost mask, in the eyes of the eighteen blacks, was so easily defeated by Xie Jingchen.

Eighteen black clothes, four were destroyed, and only thirteen of the remaining were able to play, and one was still in a state of distraction.

The thirteen men in black glanced at each other, and they all decided together, group fight!

Xie Jingchen had already prepared, holding a lancet, and with the same weapon, he blocked the opponent's stabs, picks, horizontals, and splits one by one.

There are thirteen people on the other side, if the range is large, Xie Jingchen can still wield the knife freely. But the other party is not all fools, while fighting, while shrinking the range, thirteen people, when the cage hits Xie Jingchen in a completely encircled way, only nine people in black remain.

At this time, Xie Jingchen was still unharmed. None of the combat clothes were torn!

If it weren't for the scared man in black, who shamelessly used a gun, Xie Jingchen might have used a cold weapon to defeat the other party.

"Bang, bang!"

Of the three shots in a row, only the first shot cut through the clothes on Xie Jingchen's arm, but killed a man in black who was close to him in the fight.

A shot into the heart, only a 'poof', and he fell to the ground.

The last two shots didn't even hit Xie Jingchen's clothes, but they hit one of the companions in black, who was a little better, but he was hit in the shoulder.

"Yaga!" For a while, there was a curse in the black-clothed world.

Now it's okay, from nine companions to seven, Xie Jingchen wielded his sword even faster, and while the other party scolded twice, Xie Jingchen explained to the three men in black.

At this moment, there were only the remaining four black-clothed people, but they also had a lot of knife wounds on their bodies, and they were full of blood.

If it weren't for the fact that they were dressed in black, they would be like bloody people now. That's it, the smell of blood on their bodies was very fishy, which made Xie Jingchen twist his sword eyebrows, his mental power was instantaneous, and he instinctively implemented a defensive move - isolated this fishy smell!

The country of villains, where there is shamelessness, it must be where the camp is.

Sure enough, Xie Jingchen's intuition was very sensitive. If it is useful, it will be known afterwards.

As soon as he finished his defense, he only felt that his spiritual power suddenly 'buzzed', as if he had been damaged, and his spiritual power suddenly shrank by half!

The time is very short, just a breath of time. [One breath, about three or four seconds]

"......" Xie Jingchen raised his head suddenly, and the tiger's eyes instantly caught it-

When he harvested the black-clothed hermit who shot the gun, he found that at some point, in the opposite woods, a monk with hair appeared like a monk of National H.

Compared with the black clothes of the man in black, the white clothes of this monk look like a dog.

Under Xie Jingchen's radar eyesight, the other party's black and gray skin exposed outside the white clothes, lifeless eyes, and pupils were actually glowing with a shallow red light, like a beast of unkind temptation and scrutiny, staring at Xie Jingchen tightly.

"Hehe, it turns out that there really are people like you." Xie Jingchen said in a deep voice guardedly.

He just felt that his spiritual power had been 'stabbed', and after relieving this abrupt temptation, his spiritual power expanded again, and he looked at the other party with tiger eyes.

It is not appropriate to call a monk, because the other party's hair is too long, and no matter how holy the white clothes are, they can't hide the evil nature in his eyes, so why don't you call him an 'evil monk'.

"Your Excellency, with your ability, why should you be used by others!" The evil monk looked at Xie Jingchen with a 'holy' expression.

The words in his mouth were aimed at Xie Jingchen's 'not knowing how to improve', and there was a kind of regret that hatred of iron could not become steel.

As soon as the evil monk said this, Xie Jingchen found that this person would never be from his own country.

As soon as he understood this, Xie Jingchen didn't hesitate at all, and raised his mental power to the maximum-