Seeing that there was only one and a half meters left of the urn slave, I gritted my teeth fiercely, and the whole person rushed over quickly.

The distance of one and a half meters is just right, it allows me to have enough distance to move, and at the same time, it will not let the urn slave accidentally injure those behind me.

The moment I rushed through, I pulled out the previously used alcohol bottle from the side pocket of the package.

The use of alcohol bottles before can obviously have a detoxifying effect on the poisoned black blood, and maybe it will also have a certain effect on the poison on the urn slave.

Even if the poisonous gas on the urn slave is ineffective, you can still use fire attack after it is broken, which can be regarded as a double plan.

At the moment when I was close to the urn slave in front of me, I smashed the alcohol bottle in my hand on the urn slave's head.

The urn slave's whole body was as hard as metal, and I used almost ten percent of my strength to smash the alcohol bottle on the urn slave's head.

At this moment, the alcohol bottle was smashed to pieces, and all the alcohol in the alcohol bottle was spilled on the urn slave's body.

The bottle was filled with a high concentration of alcohol, and the moment it was sprinkled on the head of the urn slave, white smoke immediately rose from the urn slave's head.

"Shhh

With an extremely violent burning sound, the color on the urn slave's body actually faded a little.

It works!

There was a hint of joy in my eyes, there were still a lot of alcohol left among these people, and it seemed that alcohol really had an effect on the urn slave, so there was still a way.

"Alcohol bottles ready, ready for support!" Li Xiaohu shouted.

It seems that because the stone slag of the divine stone is gradually taking effect, Li Xiaohu's voice is obviously much louder than before.

Hearing this, I was slightly relieved, Li Xiaohu's words can explain their current state at this moment, and their current state should be able to move.

At the very least, a non-strenuous exercise like pouring alcohol can be done easily.

It's a lot less stressful.

The thing spilled was alcohol, not a highly toxic or corrosive liquid, so there was no need to worry about accidental injury.

The moment the alcohol poured on the urn slave, I quickly slashed out and slashed at the urn slave's head.

No matter what it is, as long as it's humanoid, the weakness is basically in the head.

"Khooth!"

The moment the bronze ancient knife in my hand touched this urn slave's body, my pupils instantly contracted to the extreme.

A strong sense of backlash passed directly down the handle of the bronze ancient knife into my palm.

The force of this backlash was really not small, and even my account showed signs of cracking.

I tried almost all the strength of this knife, but I didn't spare any hands at all, and even my arm hurt badly.

If it weren't for the amazing craftsmanship of this bronze ancient knife, I'm afraid that at this moment, it would be possible to deform or break.

I took two steps back, and my back hit the person behind me.

My hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and I felt like I couldn't hold it.

Then the dim light of the miner's lamp above my head could see that on the top of the head of the urn slave in front of me, where I had slashed, there was only an extra white mark about five centimeters long.

Not even the skin of this urn slave was cut a bit, and it was not as deep as the alcohol infection.

My heart suddenly cooled half, and in this way, the bronze ancient knife really did not have any effect on the urn slave.

This is really troublesome, that is, there is still a lot of alcohol left in the audience, but it is not enough to face such a thing.

At best, alcohol can only corrode the surface of this thing, and it is absolutely impossible to do any further damage to this thing.

Unless there is something in the hand of one of these people that will work on the urn.

At the moment of this fight, it was only more than ten seconds later, and his eyes glanced slightly, and then although the toxins of the others dissipated a little, they were still not normal colors.

In contrast, the color of my body has completely returned to normal, and there is nothing unusual except for the constant surge of heat in my body that dissolves the toxins.

Although the color of the rest of the people is a little lighter, it is still not a normal color, and according to the current trend, it will take at least another minute and a half to wait for these people to fully return to normal.

It is only at about this time that these people will not cause the result of procrastination when they move and run.

A minute and a half.

It's not a long time, but it's a very difficult situation right now.

The thing standing in front of me is not human.

If this thing is not good, it can kill a person in a matter of seconds.

This minute is a long time.

I quickly lowered the bronze knives on my other hand, and my gaze became unusually solemn.

After the stab I had just swung, my right hand was already hurting so badly that it became very difficult to move.

Just when I alternated bronze knives and raised my arms to the height of my shoulders, my arms hurt terribly.

The strength of my left hand is much smaller than that of my right hand, and now I must control the force, and the knife in my hand is not for the purpose of lethality, but for the purpose of blocking and interfering, and to delay as much time as possible.

I took a deep breath and rushed over with a single lunge.

"Kill!"

I let out a roar as if I was cheering myself up, and my whole throat was crying out in dry pain.

A knife swung at the neck of the urn slave in front of him.

This time I didn't have much force, just the strength of a normal swing.

The knife touched the neck of the urn slave and slashed through it easily.

The skin on the upper surface of the urn's neck became unusually smooth, as if it was all due to the impregnation and tempering of the toxin, which had become as hard and smooth as metal.

"Boom!"

Immediately after swinging the knife, I felt a very fast wind coming from my left.

The speed was extremely fast, and it was even mixed with a sound similar to breaking through the air.

The fist is still some distance away from me, and it already makes me feel a little tingling, I'm afraid that if I am hit by this punch, the whole person will fly out in an instant!

I gritted my teeth fiercely, quickly pulled back the knife that I swung out, tried to pull down, and made a block motion.

"Click!"

The moment the bronze knife in my hand made contact with the urn slave's arm, I immediately heard a small sound from my phone similar to that of a bone when it was stressed.

An incomparably huge force passed straight into my palm along the handle of the bronze ancient knife, and my entire arm could not voluntarily turn like the place where the force came from.

Even if I used all the strength of my body, there was no way to compete with this force.

Click....

The sound in my arm became more and more intense, and in an instant the cold sweat on my head dripped down, and my entire arm overflowed with an unbearable pain from the middle joint.

It was as if the joints of the entire arm were about to burst.

It was only at the cost of nearly an arm, but it still didn't reduce the slightest bit of this force.

It was as if I had been hit by a 100-pound sledgehammer, and after only two seconds of stalemate, my whole body flew out.

The pain that was almost shattering quickly spread from my arm to my whole body, unconsciously making my muscles twitch all over my body.

Scary guys!

I had a fishy throat and spat out a mouthful of blood, and I felt like I couldn't afford to struggle.

There is no place in my body from top to bottom that is not painful, especially the slightest movement, which is the cold sweat on my forehead that instantly gushes out.

My face turned unusually pale under the severe pain.

Originally, I had already expected it in my heart, but under this punch, I really knew how difficult it was to hold on for a minute and a half.

It seems that I can't last this minute at all!

After a rough estimate of his eyes, it was only under the effect of this punch that the bronze ancient knife in my hand was blocked from the side, and it stands to reason that a lot of strength should have been unloaded.

But even so, I was still knocked two or three meters away.

It seems that my two swords in the front and back have completely angered this urn slave, even if most people are relatively close to the urn slave, but the urn slave's eyes are still locked on my body as if they were soaked in ink.

"Click....."

The urn slave walked towards me step by step, I gritted my teeth fiercely, and struggled desperately from the ground, and the whole person's eyes were locked on the urn slave in front of me.

I'm afraid I really can't support it for a minute and a half, and getting up tightly has consumed all the strength in my body, let alone moving, and for the first time, I feel that even if I am standing, it is such a difficult thing.

Seeing the urn slave getting closer and closer, I had a wry smile on my face, and my whole body was already trembling involuntarily.

About 20 seconds have passed since I flew out, and the total time before and after is only half a minute, that is, only 1/3 of the time!

"Up!"

Just when I was a little desperate, I suddenly heard Li Xiaohu's voice here.

Then the matter looked in the direction from which the sound came, and everyone quickly unscrewed the alcohol bottles, and immediately everyone waved the alcohol bottles towards my place.

"Little Brother Li, yearn for a distant retreat, we have almost recovered!" Li Xiaohu shouted at me with a solemn face.

I can clearly see that the signs of poisoning on these people's faces are indeed a little less, but they are still not a normal color, but they are much better than before.