Facing Tu Junda, who was able to break spells head-on, Lin Wuwu had always maintained a state of full vigilance, and did not dare to let go of any of his expressions.

Almost at the moment when Tu Junda made his move in annoyance, Lin Wuwu immediately noticed his movements, he quickly retreated, and at the same time, with a wave of his big hand, with a whoosh, a door panel on the ground suddenly flew up and blocked in front of him.

Rumble!

Tu Junda's double knives slashed at the door panel, as if cutting tofu, the door panel was instantly cut in half by him, and the sharp knife wind quickly hit Lin Wuwu's body through the broken door panel, directly knocking him five or six meters away.

If it weren't for Lin Wuwu having taken out the talisman from the space ring and put it on his body in advance, I'm afraid he would have been seriously injured this time.

At the moment when his body was knocked into the courtyard, Lin Wuwu's body turned around, and he instantly unloaded the residual strength, and his hands slammed towards Tu Junda's back, and there were a few loud bangs, and the tables and chairs in the room immediately flew out and slapped directly on Tu Junda's back, catching him off guard.

However, Tu Junda has always used internal force to protect his body, and the impact of the table and chair only made his body stumble, but did not really hurt him.

"Aerial Fear!"

The color of greed in Tu Junda's eyes became more and more intense.

Tu Junda's liking to taste human blood is not just out of personal hobby, nor is it because of his nature, but that the bloodthirsty magic skill he cultivates requires him to absorb blood frequently to maintain his strength, and the bloodthirsty magic skill also gives Tu Junda a skill, he can roughly judge the strength of the other party by tasting the other party's blood.

Tu Junda had already tasted Lin Wuwu's blood before, and he judged by the energy contained in the blood that the actual energy in Lin Wuwu's body was not much, and the number was only equivalent to a level 1 mid-level ability.

A person who didn't have much strength could actually use the ability of the Void Deterrent that only an innate ancient martial artist (level 4 ability) could use, and Tu Junda immediately decided that it must be due to the special practice of Lin Wuwu's cultivation.

He didn't know that Lin Wuwu had innate true qi.

Although Lin Wuwu's innate true qi is very different from that of the ancient martial arts innate martial artists in terms of quantity, it is comparable in quality.

Tu Junda, who recognized that Lin Wuwu had advanced exercises, strengthened his determination to take down Lin Wuwu, and at this time, what Cangzifeng and what Li Meiting were all left behind by him.

Sou!

With a jump of his body, Tu Junda disappeared from the spot in an instant, and reappeared and came behind Lin Wuwu, Xu was worried that Lin Wuwu did not wear the exercise cheats on his body, Tu Junda put away his double knives, directly palmed them like knives, and slapped Lin Wuwu on the back of the head.

He planned to knock Lin Wuwu unconscious first, and then slowly interrogate him about the exercises he practiced.

At the moment when Tu Junda attacked, a cold wind instantly invaded the back of Lin Wuwu's head, and in an instant, the hairs on Lin Wuwu's body stood upside down, and it was too late to turn around to meet the enemy.

The lights in the courtyard were dim, and although Tu Junda couldn't see the leaves of the spell that had been melted into the night, he relied on the unique perception of a martial artist to instantly determine that something was attacking him, and the tricks were very similar to what he had encountered in the house before.

"Again!"

Because he didn't know what would happen after he was hit, Tu Junda didn't dare to take it easily, and in an instant, his hand knife turned into two palms and slammed forward.

Touch!

The internal force poured out like a tide, and Tu Junda's palms brought a violent wind, directly shaking away the leaves of the spell illusion.

And just as Tu Junda's palms were blowing away Lin Wuwu's spell attack, the 300-pound pickle jar had already swirled towards him from one side.

In mid-air, Tu Junda withdrew his right palm, changed direction, and swept at the flying pickle jar, and with a "bang", the pickle jar shattered into eight petals, and at the same time, Tu Junda's left hand remained unchanged and continued to shoot towards Lin Wuwu.

However, worried that he would accidentally beat Lin Wuwu to death with one palm, Tu Junda's palm was slightly raised, aiming at Lin Wuwu's shoulder.

Although Tu Junda's change of tactics was timely and his speed was agile, because of the delay in intercepting the pickle jar, Lin Wuwu already had the strength to avoid Tu Junda's left palm.

While sideways to avoid Tu Junda's palm power, Lin Wuwu's eyes were fixed on the kitchen on the right side, and he spread his hands and used five consecutive object control techniques in the direction of the kitchen.

Cracking sound!

Ding Lingchang!

In a sonata of pots and pans, a bunch of kitchen utensils, such as pots and pans, kitchen knives, fruit knives, and chopsticks, broke open the windows and flew into the yard.

Yu Guang looked at the kitchen knives and fruit knives falling on the ground, and Lin Wuwu shook his head violently.

Sou!

Sou!

Sou!

Like a rain of arrows, two kitchen knives, a fruit knife, and two large ceramic bowls smashed at Tu Junda together.

As the saying goes, no matter how high your kung fu is, you are afraid of kitchen knives.

Although kung fu practice can avoid this kind of thing to a certain extent, Tu Junda is obviously not at this point, he can use his back to resist the attack of the door panel, but he doesn't dare to use his head to fight the kitchen knife.

There was no time to reprimand Lin Wuwu's shameless play, Tu Junda hurriedly pulled out two short knives and knocked away the kitchen knife and fruit knife that smashed head-on.

But before he could catch his breath, the three knives that he knocked off made a bend in the air and smashed towards him again, and at the same time, in the pickle jar that he had split into eight petals with one palm, two petals flew out and cut his legs.

After avoiding the attack of these things again, Tu Junda just wanted to rush towards Lin Wuwu, but he was once again retreated by the mess.

The two fell into a short stalemate, and Lin Wuwu, who did not have a weapon in hand, could not kill the well-defended Tu Junda for a while, and Tu Junda could not enter within three meters of him under the attack of Lin Wuwu's pots and pans.

Tu Junda roared angrily, and Lin Wuwu was actually more anxious than him, his own true qi was consumed because of the previous time when he was in the king's KTV, although he recovered some on the way here, but his total true qi was not much, compared with Tu Junda, who was at the peak of the second-level ability, he was far inferior.

"No, we have to find a way."

But for a while, Lin Wuwu had nothing to do.

Time passed minute by minute, and there was not much time left for Lin Wuwu.

The purpose of his coming here is to find Li Meiting to verify the truth of Lin Zhi's case, although now he can be sure that Li Meiting must know the inside story of the case without asking, but if it continues to delay like this, Li Meiting, who was cut by the perverted Tu Junda and doesn't know how many knives, will definitely bleed to death.

Just when Lin Wuwu was at a loss, suddenly, Lin Wuwu found that Tu Junda would always spend extra effort to avoid some dirty things without any power when he was avoiding the sundries under his control, and his heart suddenly blossomed, "This pervert actually has a habit of cleanliness, this is really God help me." ”

After finding Tu Junda's shortcomings, Lin Wuwu breathed a sigh of relief, he made a plan in his heart, and then began to hide aside, and did not take the initiative to seek to kill the other party, just relying on pots and pans, * Tu Junda had to dodge again and again.

Although Tu Junda was agile and avoided more than ten attacks in a row without being injured, every time he split something attacking him with a knife, the flour, vegetable leaves, and old pimples stuck to it would always stick to his face.

Tu Junda seems to be really a person with a habit of cleanliness, and Lin Wuwu's aggressive face turned from red to blue, to white, and then to green.

Especially the pickle juice left on the pickle jar, every time it collides, Tu Junda will have a few more drops of pickle juice on his body.

"Bastard, shameless, you're kind of tough with me."

When his head was sprayed with pickle juice again, Tu Junda couldn't hold back anymore, he yelled, and couldn't help but point at Lin Wuwu and scold.

"It's now." Lin Wuwu's eyes suddenly flashed with a fine light.

With a wave of one hand, he did not hesitate to spend one-third of his true qi to turn into a big hand, grabbed the wet pickles scattered on the ground, and smashed it towards Tu Junda.

At the same time, Lin Wuwu waved his left hand towards the hut, and with a bang, the short knife that had been nailed to the wall before immediately broke through the wall and flew into his hand.

casually took out a few talismans and pasted them on his chest, Lin Wuwu clenched his silver teeth, held a short knife in his hand, and when Tu Junda screamed, he rushed straight into the foul juice, and the short knife in his hand went straight to Tu Junda's heart and slammed it over.