"Damn it, it's you again!" Drinking blood is just killing happily, but before he has had enough, the yin and yang envoy who is not going away will catch up, as soon as he sees his old opponent, drinking blood is not good, this guy is the best at creating chaos on the battlefield, if he is free to control a few coalition soldiers who act as strikers, wouldn't it be another cannibalistic scene? No, I can't allow that to happen again!

Thinking of this, he drank blood and swept the dragon's teeth, and the wind on the soles of his feet rushed towards the Yin and Yang envoys, and now he didn't care who would command his troops, he only knew that he had to take this tricky guy out of the battle circle. "Kill, kill, kill! Fight me for 300 rounds! The dragon's tooth slashed at the Yin and Yang Envoy obliquely with a scream, of course he didn't expect such a simple trick to work, but he still kept attacking, step by step, although this kind of rush broke through the body, but also brought the Yin and Yang Envoy out of the battle circle, and the two were now a hundred steps away from the melee team.

"One-on-one? We'd love to accompany you. The Yin Yang Envoy didn't seem to be afraid of the divine soldier in the hands of the blood drinker, nor was he worried that his small body would not be able to withstand the casual touch of the dragon's teeth, so he actually stood in the open space with such a big grin, staring at the blood drinker.

On the other hand, on the side of drinking blood, the fight just now made the blood drink slightly gasp, and now it is just time to rest. He was not in a hurry, he kept a distance of about ten steps from the Yin and Yang envoys, and the murderous aura in his body locked on the target tightly. This guy is a dangerous person, especially with his superb puppet skills, if he hadn't seen through the mechanism last time, I'm afraid he wouldn't have had a chance to stand here today.

"How long are you going to rest? Can we get started? The Yin Yang Envoy had a strange smile on his face, and his voice became more and more hoarse, only to see his hands sealed, and there were words in his mouth: "Secret art, ghost fog." ”

Drinking blood determined that the distance between himself and the Yin and Yang Envoy was definitely only ten steps, but somehow, he actually felt that the distance between the two was slowly getting farther and farther, and what stood in the middle of the two was a thicker and thicker mist, and after a while, Drinking Blood could no longer believe the scene in front of him, because he saw that the body of the Yin and Yang Envoy turned into thick smoke, and it actually merged into the mist.

"*Controlling the puppet is just a small skill of the master, today I will let you see my true ability!" The voices of the Yin and Yang envoys flickered in from all directions, and all that could be seen by drinking blood was the mist in the sky. Yin and Yang envoys are very proud, in this dense ghost fog, no one can tell the direction, because this fog not only deprives people of vision, but also paralyzes the sense of smell of people in the fog.

"The dignified Suomen Golden Knife, it won't even be impossible to break through my mist." The Yin and Yang envoy became more and more arrogant, and he continued to speak provocatively, but he was not afraid that drinking blood could follow the sound, because in this fog, his voice was everywhere. "Since you can't find me, I'll find you! Secret arts, impermanence to ask for life! ”

Drinking blood and not daring to move, he didn't dare to open his eyes, he tried his best to condense every bit of his mind, relying on the killer's instinctive insight to understand a qiē in the fog, but unfortunately from the moment the dense fog in front of him began to condense, he lost the yin "Click, click." "It's the sound of trampling the ground, but it's definitely not a human footstep, what is it? It's closer, it's closer, it's three feet in front of you! The dragon's tooth roared out of the sheath, with the history of Xiao slashed heavily on the chest of the comer, drinking blood felt a stagnation from the blade, this knife did hit, but surprisingly the target did not pause, actually did not hesitate to rush forward against his blade, the dragon's tooth drew one death cross after another, but unfortunately it had no effect, the body was still not afraid of death charge. * He had to drink blood and could only jump backwards, he didn't want to be bitten by these monsters.

Is it a puppet again? But the feeling of the knife entering the flesh is so real, this is by no means a mechanical puppet made by man, what is it? Drinking blood couldn't help but open his eyes, but he was startled by the scene in front of him.

That thing, drinking blood can only be called a thing. Dressed in white and white hat, with a face like white paint, but with a pair of scarlet lips. In his left hand, he held a spirit-like object, and on his right arm he had a chain. The original white clothes had already been stained with blood, and a piece of intestines hung outside the stomach, which should have just been cut off by drinking blood. The chest was shattered by the blood-drinking knife, and the lungs could be faintly seen, and the blood was estimated that if he slashed a few more times, he was afraid that he could even see the beating heart. Could it be that this is the impermanence ghost from hell? This is the real strength of Yin and Yang?

"Click, click, click." That thing still wants to move forward, but it never gets a chance. Because the dragon's teeth had already been unsheathed, cutting off both of the impermanence's knees, all that was left on the ground was a disgusting mess of flesh and blood. Drinking blood boasted that he was also a person who was used to seeing corpses, but the scene in front of him was really bloody, and he couldn't help retching a few times. "Boom!" Even though he was on his back, the feeling of drinking blood was still much sharper than that of others, and he turned around and slashed at the metal, but when he turned around, it was the chain on the arm of the impermanent ghost just now. He can still move, what is this? How persistent is it to be disemboweled, and still struggle to coil your feet with chains? "That's your killer move? That's it. Drinking blood said loudly, but before he finished speaking, he was dumbfounded, oh my God, it turned out that this was not the attack of an impermanent ghost, just in front of the eyes of Drinking Blood, hundreds of guys like that just came out of the fog! What are these things? How can it still be mass-produced?

Drinking blood turned a blind eye to the hundreds of threats ahead, and the dragon's teeth flew to dismember the body beneath his feet. Sure enough, it was a person, and with his years of training in Somen, he could clearly distinguish the age of this "person", the work he was engaged in, and the weapons he was used to using by drinking blood. The corpse at his feet was apparently a man in his thirties, except for the quilt