I didn't cut paper, but there was a spell with blood, I bit my index finger and quickly drew a spell in the palm of my hand with blood, the paper figure was controlled by witchcraft, witchcraft is evil, so I think it's just right to use the spell to ward off evil spirits.

I was so nervous that I didn't remember the spell, so I just played a spell to ward off evil spirits.

I fantasized in my heart that although I couldn't swallow the mountains and rivers in a rage, I could at least shoot these annoying paper figures out of the air, right?

You must know that grandma's book, whether it is paper-cutting or witchcraft, it should be an old thing that has been passed down.

One second, two seconds, three seconds

As the minutes ticked by, I was disappointed to find that the paper figures around me not only did not fly out, but got closer and closer to me, and the sharp strips were about to pierce my face!

What the hell is going on with the spell in the book, it really costs people to drop the chain like this at a critical moment.

There is no way, I can only use my soil method, which is the method of fire attack that Zhong Bai said.

Fortunately, I knew about this paperweight before I came, and I knew that the paperman was afraid of fire, so I took a lighter at home and took it out and lit it.

Suddenly, a hand came out and snatched the burning lighter, two sneers came from my ears, the lighter was thrown out, and after a beautiful arc, the lighter fell far to the ground.

these paper figurines, I'm afraid they're going to be fine! They know how to work together, they know how to team up, they know how to attack me from different directions, they know how to capture and destroy my weapons, they are like a well-trained team.

I hid behind a big pillar and could only defend but not attack, and it was a shame to look cowering.

Just when I gradually lost the ability to resist, my head flashed, and I saw a bamboo pole leaning next to me.

The moment I grabbed the bamboo pole, there was a sudden crackling sound around me.

The paper people around me fell to the ground one after another, and after they fell to the ground, they fell apart, bones for bones, paper for paper, scattered all over the ground.

Heaven and earth, who is here to save me?

I looked at the long foggy street, and there seemed to be footsteps, who was coming?

After waiting for a while, there was no one on the long street, the paper people around me fell down and never got up again, I looked at the paper man next to me who had fallen, and there was a symbol on the chest of this paper man.

Isn't this the symbol I drew in the palm of my hand?

So that's it!

When I played this spell just now, I didn't recite the spell, and the original spell without the spell was also useful, but the time was extended, and the effect didn't show up so quickly.

Taking advantage of the fact that the paper man in the distance did not attack, I drew a few spells with blood in my hand again, this time the spell remembered, in order to make the effect of the spell stronger, I directly cut the middle finger, and drew it in the palm of my hand with the blood of the middle finger.

In my grandmother's book, it was said that the middle finger blood was the purest blood, and you should not use the middle finger blood to perform these techniques often, otherwise even a living person would have irreparable sequelae.

As soon as the painting was finished, the distant master attacked, and I secretly scolded this for being a group of ungodly guys, yes, they had no life in the first place, and if there was a living thing, they would not dare to come when they saw their partner fall in such a large area.

This spell made me see the overwhelming mana, and those paper figures were like being hit by a typhoon.

They all scraped into the air, making a snorting and tearing sound, and were torn to shreds in mid-air.