"Damn, it's too deceitful," even without the blessing of the Spirit Fire Phoenix, Wang Ming would not be caught on this end, he held his breath and concentrated, gathered all the demonic power in his body at the pulse of his left hand, and quickly pointed at the wrist of the monster holding the axe: "Spirit Fire!"

"Huh?"

I saw a thick black ink squirting out from Wang Mingyu's palm, drawing an arc in the air, bypassing the monster's axe and wrapping around the monster's wrist. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info seems to be gently wrapping, but it vigorously stops the monster's strong swing.

"That's not right..."No matter what kind of move this is, after all, it was not the spiritual fire granted to him by Zhuge Liang, Wang Mingqiang held back the doubts in his heart and maintained the supply of demonic power to the demon arts, and did not dare to slack off.

"Ahh

The monster's wrist was firmly entangled, unable to move at all, and opened its bloody mouth in an attempt to bite Wang Ming's neck directly, Wang Ming took a step back, and his left hand shook slightly, only to see the silky satin-like ink in his hand also gently swinging in the air. But the monster was pulled by the ink, and was thrown aside, smashing a stone statue on the side of the street in a daze.

"See?" Wang Ming excitedly looked at the monk who was pushed aside by himself, hoping to get satisfaction from his approving or surprised gaze, but saw that the monk had already fainted with his body upside down.

Wang Ming didn't dare to slack off, and quickly turned his attention back to the green-haired monster - he roared, as if he was overwhelmed by Wang Ming's ink, but there was nothing to do.

The monster seemed to have thought of a way, he let go of his barely able hand, and caught the falling battle axe with the other hand, but all this had already been seen by Wang Ming, who was vigilant. With a finger of his right hand, another thick black ink spurted out of the palm of his hand, and he rolled the monster's axe impartially.

Wang Ming threw it casually, and the axe was thrown more than ten meters away by the ink, and then the ink was as soft as a wisp, but it was irresistibly entangled in the monster's other hand.

"Surrender..."Although there was little hope, Wang Ming was still ready to persuade the crazy monster in front of him to surrender. However, after the monster was seized of the blade, it was still mad, and continued to scream at Wang Mingyu, without the slightest intention of surrendering.

"Little master..."

The little monk beside him slowly stood up and staggered towards the street, Wang Ming stabilized the frantic green-haired monster with both hands, unable to free up his hands to protect the monk anymore.

"You..."

The monk slowly swam to the place of the axe, and then slowly bent down and lifted the axe with both hands—and in the blink of an eye, the flame of the axe was ignited again.

"Wait!"

Before Wang Ming could think of the next strategy, the monk who had been slowly and leisurely ran towards the green-haired monster with an axe, picked up the axe and aimed it at the monster's forehead and slashed down.

"Whoa!—"

The axe slashed through the door of the head, splashing dark green slurry, and the monster's eyes burst out and screaming miserably. After a while, his whole body was enveloped in raging fire, and his feet gradually fell to his knees, and he died.

"What the hell is going on..."

Wang Ming, who realized that something was wrong, quickly withdrew the ink, and the little master's abnormal behavior made him have to prepare in advance - most of the green-haired monsters were unable to continue fighting after receiving this axe, but the little master who did not become a Buddha but picked up the butcher's knife was particularly terrifying.

"Little master..."Wang Ming took two steps back, his hands still raised - he would not completely let down his guard just because he thought that the other side was a monk. What's more, this is a monster monk, not to mention that he just lifted the axe and split the head of another monster.

"Little master Amitabha Buddha and my Buddha are compassionate," Wang Ming saw that after the little monk hacked the green-haired monster to death, he stepped on the monster's throat with his foot, and lifted it vigorously, and the blade of the axe was lifted out with the monster's brain tissue, and splashed on the monk's robe.

It seems that it is inevitable to fight with this monk, Wang Ming muttered to himself: I knew that this monk was also a demon, and I should have used him as a shield at that time, at least I would have killed the green-haired monster, and I would be a little easier. However, the appearance of the monk chanting the scriptures at that time really had no way to connect with the cruelty of the green-haired monster who had just chopped to death.

Could it be that this monk already knew that he was about to lose his mind, just like the green-haired youkai and the other youkai who had killed each other before, so he waited for death so calmly? And although Wang Ming temporarily saved the monk, he let him complete the transformation on the side, and now the monk in front of him is essentially no different from the monster with an axe.

"Damn...", I can't think so much, saving my life is the most important thing, Wang Ming hurriedly repeated the old trick, ready to take off the axe in the monk's hand first, but the monk put his hand slightly, and seemed to recite a few words in his mouth briefly, and stopped Wang Mingyu's witchcraft;

"Ouch..."Wang Ming hurriedly got up from the flower bed, and he regretted more and more that he didn't let the green-haired monster kill the monk with an axe - the monk had just released the Spell Stopping Counter-Attack Technique in an instant, and in terms of both the effect and the speed of release, it was much stronger than when he had used it.

"Hurry..."Wang Ming shook his head, hoping to get more information about his current body from memory: "What else will you order, don't just splash ink..."

The monk had already rushed over with an axe, and Wang Ming thought to himself that if he splashed ink again, he would probably be hit by an axe and his head would be moved;

Damn, there is no memory of the past at all, there is no longer an incident left for Wang Ming to be entangled, the monk's axe has been raised into the air, there is no way, Wang Ming can only forcibly dodge the monk's attack.

"Hey!" Wang Ming rolled to the side, and with a sound of "bang!", he knew that it was the monk's axe that had slashed into the ground, although he didn't know anything about it, but it was still quite agile.

"Whew-"

The monk slashed in the air again, Wang Ming quickly knelt on the ground, then supported the ground with his left hand, and swept his right leg hard, and the monk was swept like this, losing his center of gravity and falling to the ground.

"Feelings for this monk..."Wang Ming didn't dare to slack off, and immediately stepped forward to make up for the monk's chest, and the monk had already dropped the axe: "The demon art is very powerful, but the body is very weak." ”

The monk in front of Wang Ming, his pupils were gray, and he looked at himself expressionlessly, although he opened his bloody eyes before, his eyes were clear and transparent. Now that I look like it, I guess I'm crazy.