Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Smell of Blood, The Smell of Feet?
The lantern shook wildly.
In Mastiff Jing's frightened pupils, the tall blood-colored woman's figure grew larger and larger.
Her right arm suddenly turned into a huge blood-colored scythe, and slashed down towards the mastiff.
Mastiff's shield was on his arm, and he blocked it in a hurry, and this blow made him feel like his arm was about to break!
"This crazy woman's strength is too great!" Mastiff rolled backwards and screamed in horror.
"Don't be afraid of it! it's less powerful than Bai Mei!" Han Wei shouted as he chased after them.
"Yes, why don't I think it, I think this ghost thing has a lot more strength than Bai Mei!" Mastiff Jing was chased and killed, and he could still take care of arguing with Han Wei.
"Nonsense! If it's Baimei, you'd pass out by now!"
"Ah, yes. Mastiff Jing blocked the bloody angel's huge scythe again, and rolled into the distance.
At this moment, Mastiff Jing was suddenly slightly stunned.
He saw the bloody angel's pale eyes staring at him, but those pale eyes ......
It seems that he relied on the light source in his hand to identify the location?
Mastiff Jing swung the lantern up and down a few times, and sure enough, he saw that the head of the bloody angel also swayed up and down!
"Second thing!" Mastiff screamed.
"Then you turn off the lantern and hide in a corner!" Han Wei immediately thought of a way to deal with it!
"Huh, what are you going to do?"
"You forgot, my hearing and smell are enough!" Han Wei blasted a ball of light at the Blood Angel, and the Blood Angel was blown up crookedly.
This blow caused its attention to briefly shift to Han Wei, and Mastiff Jing took the opportunity to turn off the lantern and threw it into the distance.
Sure enough, the sound of the bloody angel's next swing of the scythe appeared near the lantern drop point!
It seemed furious, and the wind of the scythe rang wildly.
Han Wei took advantage of this opportunity to quietly take off his shoes and silently approach the Blood Angel.
With his hearing, he could hear even the sound of the bloody angel twisting his head.
However, his sense of smell was not so sensitive in this, because the whole room was filled with the smell of blood, which interfered with his sense of smell very much.
And......
Why do Mastiff Jing's feet stink so much......
Han Wei held his breath for a while, and when he was close enough to the Blood Angel, he suddenly struck out, and his claws slashed down quickly!
The resistance from the claws made Han Wei happy!
Got it!
He flailed his claws quickly, and after seven or eight blows in a row, he took a few steps back.
The Blood Angel roared in pain, but the roar, though piercing, was no longer harmless from that sonic wave.
Han Wei took out the lantern from his armband and turned it on.
The light turned on, and Han Wei's pupils shrank suddenly.
The Blood Angel was unsurprisingly cut into pieces by him, but unlike the "big Han balls" outside, each of the Blood Angel's sprouts would find its corresponding position accurately.
In less than a minute, it had taken on a humanoid form again!
"I'm sorry, this thing is too disturbing, when will this Nima be killed!"
"It's restored by blood...... Pit goods, I'll drag it down, you go and destroy the armband that the black-robed man dropped!"
"Okay!" the mastiff responded, picking up the cannon and aiming at the armband.
The armband was hit by this bombardment, rolled in the air, fell to the ground, and was still intact!
Mastiff Jing fired a few more shots in disbelief, but the result was still the same.
"Second thing, I can't break this!" he cried out in grief.
"If you don't break that armband, it's useless to kill this thing no matter how many times!"
As he spoke, the bloody angel returned to its original state and mingled with Han Wei.
Han Wei had already tried, even if it didn't completely turn into a human form, it was useless to shoot it himself.
Instead, the granules will try to wrap him, which is more cumbersome to deal with, and it is more efficient to wait for it to become humanoid and then chop it.
And it doesn't work with fire......
As long as he didn't burn the bloody angel in one go, those flesh buds would surely restore it to its original state!
It must be cut off from the source of blood......
But Mastiff couldn't destroy the armband......
Wait a minute!
It doesn't have to be destroyed!
A bolt of lightning flashed through Han Wei's mind, and he shouted to Mastiff Jing, "Pit goods!
Mastiff Jing suddenly realized: "I'll rub, or you're smart!"
He immediately ran towards the armband.
The Blood Angel seemed to realize Mastiff Jing's purpose, and it let out a roar of rage, and both Han Wei and Mastiff Jing snorted.
Especially Han Wei, who was closest to it, was shocked to blood in his nose.
Han Wei turned off the lamp in his hand without saying a word, and the room immediately went dark.
He bowed down in the dark room, rolled forward and rolled in front of the bloody angel, and his claws swung out continuously: "Eat my sword wow!"
Two grabbed and severed the feet of the bloody angel.
The Blood Angel fell to the ground unsteadily, and it crawled anxiously in the direction of the armband.
The monster was tall and fast, even if it crawled forward with its arms.
But no matter how fast the speed of the arms is, it can't keep up with the speed of Mastiff Jing's running.
Mastiff Jing hurriedly ran two steps and put the armband into his own!
"I'm good for the second goods, and it's up to you to do the rest!"
In the dark room, Mastiff shouted.
"Got it! Quietly, don't be heard by this monster!" Han Wei shouted, and a bright light suddenly lit up on his claws!
At that moment, there seemed to be a hint of panic in the pale eyes of the bloody angel......
Ten minutes later.
Han Wei slashed the Bloody Angel for the ninth time.
Rao is with his physical strength, and now he feels a little unbearable.
Continuously attacking with all his might, his arms were now extremely sore.
"If this thing heals again, I'm going to run out of energy......" Han Wei gasped.
Mastiff Jing held the magic hand cannon next to him: "It's okay, its healing speed is already very slow, I can use the hand cannon to do it!"
Han Wei glanced at Mastiff Jing: "If you were so brave earlier, I wouldn't have been so tired......
Mastiff Jing smiled wryly: "Harm, isn't this your strength...... Eh, this thing doesn't seem to recover?"
The two teenagers saw that there were no more drops of blood on the ground around them, and the tentacles of the bloody angel had broken the blood source, and it was basically impossible to heal anymore.
Mastiff Jing took out a spatula and went up to poke those pieces of meat: "I'm rubbing, it's really dead?"
"It looks like this. Han Wei carefully examined it, "I'll collect a few specimens, and then let's burn these pieces of meat, and then we'll study how to go in and chase that black-robed madman......"
Mastiff nodded: "Okay, listen to you." ”
Han Wei squatted down, ready to collect those specimens, he suddenly raised his head and said to Mastiff Jing very seriously: "By the way, there is another matter. ”
"What's the matter?"
"Do you dare to put your shoes on? ”
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