The speed of the rakshasa was very fast, and it hurriedly withdrew a step, and the head of the spear did not penetrate deeply, but even so, the superficial scar on its chest could still make the evil qi around it scatter.

Just changed the gun path and made the gun body soft, using it softly, and the gun path was also a strange change of the road.

Now a shot is pointed, but it is used with strength, and it is full of uprightness.

Rigidity and softness change in a thought, and Qi is in harmony with the heart at will.

It is in response to the water-style method of mind.

I had never been able to comprehend the mystery before, but now with the help of the fairies, I finally saw the essence of the water style.

The rakshasa withdrew a few steps, and the soft breeze swayed under my feet, drifting closer.

In front of the Rakshasa again, another shot came out, this time the Rakshasa didn't dare to take it hard, flashed to avoid the gun, and then an arrow stepped over, aimed at me round arms, trying to hold me.

At the moment it struck, I lowered myself and took a step to the right, and by the time it had rounded its handle, I was already standing at its side, holding the tip of the gun against the back of its neck.

This time it was indeed solid, and the head of the spear was almost completely submerged into Rakshasa's neck, and at this depth, its shin bone should have been pierced.

But the vitality of the rakshasa was beyond imagination, and the next moment, it quickly lowered its body, pulled out its neck from the head of the spear, and then hit me with a backhand.

It's just that the evil qi on its body has been dispersed by the fishbone gun, and along with its body, it is not as flexible as before, and the speed of the palm is three points slower than before, and I immediately reacted and walked back three steps in a row to avoid the palm wind.

The rakshasa missed, then sprang up again, raised my hand and smashed it at the top of my head, and I took a sideways step, ducked to his side, and then stepped forward and stabbed with my spear.

To be honest, even I can't tell myself at this moment, whether the fairy spirit is still on me or not, because when I aimed at the back of Rakshasa's neck and pulled out the fishbone spear, I couldn't feel that light and peaceful aura.

But I can't think about it that much at the moment, anyway, let's fight it again.

Then the Rakshasa pounced on me sideways, and I immediately picked up the spear, pressed the barrel against its wrist, and then pressed the spear and turned around, pulling out a long arc from the barrel, and the strength of the spear hung on its palm, and as I rounded the arc, its palm was brought to the side, and its body was pulled a few inches away.

I saw the right moment, and immediately condensed my mental power on the head of the gun, and stabbed it back, and the soft strength turned into strength, and a shot was poured into its chest.

This guy's flesh was as hard as a stone, and I had to change my strength again halfway through, using the gold style, and with a single slam the head of the gun pierced its back.

Before the evil spirit was gone, the Rakshasa struck again and struck me with a palm.

I didn't dare to be ambiguous, and immediately leaned down, and I was able to dodge.

The strange thing is that this time it also tried its best to palm, and the speed of the shot was not slower than before, but I actually dodged it.

But after avoiding its slap blow, I felt a weakness in my legs, and I couldn't stabilize my body, so I fell to the ground with a snort.

Fortunately, the evil qi on Rakshasa has been dispersed in large quantities, and its movements are very slow, it moves its steps, and it approaches me little by little, I struggled twice on the ground, trying to stand up, but the pain all over my body is turned up at this time, and the severe pain and weak legs can't stand up at all.

So I lay on the ground and stared at it like a dying mouse.

It is estimated that I have been spoiled by good things one after another, and the Rakshasa is also anxious, seeing that I can't get up, it wants to speed up its pace with an impatient face, but the fishbone gun is still embedded in its chest, and the spiritual rhyme left by my ancestor continues to impact its evil energy, and it just puts all the remaining strength together, and the speed is still not fast at all.

When the rakshasa was about to stick to me, its eyes suddenly became excited.

I grinned at it, then spread my fingers and threw out the sac filled with cinnabar.

Long before Lu Shengcai and Wang Chuan entered the temple, I took out this cinnabar sac, but later found that the evil spirit was too strong, and I thought that cinnabar would definitely not play any role, so I hung it on my wrist, and it was useless.

The cloth bag hit its front door, and it broke open in an instant, and the cinnabar inside flew out, and the Rakshasa face was covered with cinnabar, as if a large amount of blood was oozing out of the pores, indescribably hideous and weird.

It was so small that the spirit rhyme on the cinnabar was so small, it finally lost the last bit of action, but the evil qi floating in the air was dispersed and not dissipated, and at this time there was a tendency to slowly retract, it is estimated that it would not be long before the spirit rhyme entrained on the cinnabar was exhausted, and the rakshasa could rely on the last bit of strength to pull out the fishbone gun on his chest little by little.

When the evil energy gathers back in its body, I'll really have to take a break.

I have to say that now is the best time to get rid of the rakshasa, but I don't have the strength to hold the fishbone gun, and that little bit of dispensable mental power alone can't affect it at all.

The most important thing I should do now is to run for my life.

With the last bit of strength, I rubbed my elbows against the ground and desperately moved towards the temple.

10 meters, 5 meters, 3 meters...... The distance between me and the temple became shorter and shorter, but every meter I moved seemed to drain all the essence and blood in my body, and the great fatigue and pain constantly stimulated my nerves.

At the same time, I could already hear the Rakshasa making noise, and I didn't have the heart to look back to see what was going on with it, but I didn't have to think about it to know that it must be struggling to pull out the fishbone spear at this moment, and I didn't expect the spirit of the cinnabar to be exhausted by it so quickly.

Soon, there was the sound of Rakshasa footsteps behind me, and it was pressing towards me.

I really wanted to enter the temple in the next moment, but the threshold under the temple gate was like a high wall that was difficult to cross for me now, and I couldn't get through it at all.

Fortunately, Lu Shengcai had already woken up, and when I was most desperate, he rushed out of the temple gate, grabbed my arm, and dragged me into the threshold, and at the moment when both feet also slipped into the threshold, I could even feel the wind above my ankles.

It must have been Rakshasa reaching out to grab me, his palm running over my ankle.

When I entered the temple, I looked out of the door in shock, and sure enough, the Rakshasa was standing in front of the door.

Lu Shengcai gasped and coughed again, and it took a long time before he eased up and sighed: ", it's too special!" ”

I said in my heart whether your mouth can be clean, I have been affected by you over the years, and "slot" has almost become my common interjection.

But right now I really don't have the strength to speak, and the only strength I have is all used to breathe.

Anyway, I finally saved my life.