A large iron shield appeared above Jing Jun's head, and at the last moment, he held the mace smashed by the crocodile warrior, and he stared at the shield above his head, and he didn't react for a while.

Suddenly, the iron shield that had parried the mace sank downward, and it was Niu Qing who saved Jing Jun at the critical moment.

At this time, Niu Qing's black face turned red, and it turned into a strange purple, his hands were holding the shield, and the giant sword had been thrown to the ground by him at the moment of parrying.

"Brother, brother, you, what are you stunned, what are you stunned about! Get out of the way! Brother, brother, I can't hold on!"

Niu Qing's black-purple head was crawling with beads of sweat, and his thick lips couldn't help but tremble, obviously his strength was far from being the opponent of the crocodile warriors.

Only then did Jing Jun recover, cast a grateful glance at Niu Qing, and dodged out of their stalemate battlefield.

At the same time, I couldn't stop beating the drums in my heart: "What happened to me just now?"

No one could answer why he was stunned for a moment.

Seeing that the attack failed, the crocodile warrior opened his big teeth and sneered, his arms screamed, and the mace was raised high again, and he hugged Niu Qing, who was temporarily out of strength.

At this time, the wind chime also recovered from the horror of the eldest brother being smashed just now, and saw that the ugly warrior who was two tall of himself smashed at Niu Qing with a stick, and the idea of using the crocodile warrior to test his strength immediately churned, his legs were slightly bent, his slender waist was twisted, and his delicate little hands clenched the handle of the knife, and he rushed towards Niu Qing.

The strength of the crocodile warrior is much greater than that of the bull head, and the full force of the parry just now has exhausted Niu Qing's strength, and the mace is about to hit the longhorn bull's head, and he is almost about to stage a scene of colorful peach blossoms, but he no longer has the strength to make timely contingency actions.

The slender body of the wind chime hit the immobile Niu Qing, who flew more than a foot away as if he had been hit by a car, and at this time, the mace of the crocodile warrior had smashed into the demon slayer knife that the wind chime was crossing.

"Ding!"

It was like a soft sound of an iron nail falling on a steel plate.

The wind chimes felt a huge force pressing down, and their shoulders couldn't help but sink a little, but that's all.

Looking up at the mace held by the Demon Slayer Knife, the blade was sharp, and the solid rod head of the solid rod cast by the hundred refining black iron was three or four inches deep.

The crocodile warrior frowned so faintly that he could barely see it, and his tall body shook his arms that were slightly numb from the shock without a trace.

The brain, which was not a few taels old, didn't react at all, pouted, and raised a big stick of nearly five hundred catties again, and the head of the rod with a diameter of one and a half feet had an incision of three or four inches, which did not affect its power much.

This warrior's brain is indeed not very bright, his strength is so strong entirely because of his excellent innate conditions, if it is smooth sailing, he will be at most the peak of the middle level.

He didn't want to think about what race he was, what his physical condition was, and then look at the opponent, five little girls like that didn't necessarily have his weight, but just such a little girl, with a single knife, smoothly blocked his hideous mace.

If he was accustomed to seeing the world from the perspective of his crocodile people and ignoring the strength that Wind Chimes could match, he continued to ignore the sharpness of the Demon Slaying Knife in Wind Chime's hand as a prelude to his entry into the realm of no return.

Wind Chimes were said to be much more agile than the bulky crocodile, but she was now reminiscing about the feeling of parrying the mace just now.

She couldn't figure out how much strength she had, the limit was there, and as soon as she heard that the crocodile clan was chasing, she immediately had an idea of taking the opportunity to prove her strength.

But although the force felt by the big stick that looked quite scary just now when it hit the knife was much stronger than Niu Qing, and she did have a little pressure, it was far from the point where she felt fear.

The corners of his mouth curled, and he once again crossed the knife to meet the smashed mace.

"Ding!"

There was another crisp sound, this time the wind chime deliberately added two points of strength, and the sharpness of the demon slayer knife was undoubtedly revealed, and the blade less than three inches wide was seven or eight inches into the head of the black iron rod, and half of the mace was wasted.

Wind Chime was not happy with this outcome, she was used to the fact that all weapons against the Demon Slayer would be killed.

In fact, this is determined by the black iron material of the mace, which is a little harder and heavier than the material of the sledgehammer used by the minotaurs, and the demon slayer knife is completely made of the essence of Ugin, which can almost be said to be the hardest and heaviest casting material in the metal.

Now it is normal for the Demon Slayer Knife to be able to cut eight inches deep into the mace, which not only reflects the sharp and domineering spirit of Ugin as the head of all gold, but also shows that Black Iron is extraordinary.

This time, instead of waiting for the stunned crocodile warrior to smash it again, the wind chime pulled out the demon slayer knife, dodged to his side, and slashed at his stubby legs.

The crocodile warrior went out this time and was damaged by the crocodile and specially explained that he had to change his face, so as not to let people recognize it as a crocodile at a glance, so as not to be disgusted and killed everywhere, even if there are not many ordinary soldiers who can kill them, but in general it is not conducive to the task of chasing and arresting.

Therefore, these people, including the crocodile ice crocodile, reluctantly and habitually put back their long mouths, because they thought that this big mouth could deter the enemy to a great extent, but the Demon Saint's explanation did not dare to disobey, and the thick tail more than two meters long behind him also retracted, but the hands and feet were still short and stout.

The warrior saw that his big stick was about to be cut off after being stabbed twice, and then his mind calmed down a little, and he realized that the strength of the woman carrying the knife was not as thin and vulnerable as she appeared.

At this time, the knife of the wind chime was almost swung to his leg, and he knew very well that his leg was definitely not as hard as the mace made of black iron, but his clumsy body could not easily dodge this knife, but he saw his big ass twist, and a big tail flicked over, just on the cutting edge.

"Whew!"

It was like the sound of a rag tearing apart, the tip of the tail about a meter long was cut off, the blood was gushing, and the wind chimes were busy jumping away.

"Whoa...... it hurts me to death!"

As soon as the crocodile warrior let go of the mace, the half-thick tail that was still attached to his body trembled and lifted, and the cat lowered his waist and hugged it tightly with both hands, and pinched the blood that kept rising like a spring, intending to stop the bleeding.

The big tail of the crocodile clan is actually a weapon that can play a role in their battles, and there is an artery in the middle of the tail, and the wind chime cuts off people's knives, and the blood flowing in the veins naturally has no circuit, so there is a typical blood gushing.

The wind chime was disgusted with the constant spurting blood that stained his remaining clothes, but after seeing the big guy howl a few times, his tall body gradually fell to the ground, obviously losing too much blood and was about to fall into a coma.

With a twitch of the corners of his mouth, he picked a clean spot and walked over, stabbing the warrior in the chest, ending his painful waiting for death.

The white mist dissipated, the warrior suddenly smashed down at Jing Jun, Niu Qing raised his shield to save him, and then the wind chime stepped forward to knock Niu Qing away to meet the crocodile warrior, and then she chopped off the soldier's tail, and finally stabbed to death, which is more complicated to say, in fact, the total time is less than half a minute.

Wind Chime withdrew the Demon Slayer Knife, and Sen Leng did not drip blood from the blade, and looked at the five fierce warriors who came on the opposite side.

She was determined that these vicious-looking guys just had a lot of strength, there was no routine to shoot, and their physical flexibility couldn't catch up with the Minotaur, so for her, a few more people were just a little effortless.

After more than half a year of several battles, the wind chimes are no longer as panicked and reckless as they were at the beginning, and they can evaluate the situation of the enemy and the enemy more objectively.

Jing Jun had already completely returned to normal, and was amazed by the calm performance of the wind chimes after the killing, this world is still more developed according to the law of the jungle, and if you want to survive, you have to show your cold-blooded side.

He stepped over to the wind chime and asked softly, "Lingling, are you okay?"

"Well, it's okay, you see a few more of them, but I'm not afraid, brother, you go first and wait later, wait for me to clean them up!"

Feng Chime enjoyed that his sweetheart rushed over to comfort him as soon as he killed him, and smiled charmingly at Jing Jun, but he said domineering words.

Jing Jun was stunned by the wind chime's flower-like smile, but he quickly came back to his senses, especially the words behind the wind chime, obviously to let himself hide and be protected by her, how can it work, how can he be a man who stands up to the sky, when did he fall to the point where he needs the protection of the woman he loves, although she is infinitely powerful and invulnerable, she can confront the equally strong crocodile warriors head-on in strength and body, but she is not powerless, she does not dare to catch the mace, and the plasma knife is also not something they can easily resist.

However, how could he argue with the wind chimes on this issue, smiled slightly, and said in a low but confident voice: "Hehe, then let's come together!"

How could Feng Chime not understand what Jing Jun meant, his small nose wrinkled, he snorted lightly, and said coquettishly: "Then let's see who kills more!"

With that, he rushed at a crocodile warrior with his knife, about two meters in front of him, jumped up, held the hilt of the knife with both hands, and slashed at this person.

Crocodile Ice manipulated the ice mist to successfully stop Jing Jun's long-range sniping, and he sent an ice pick to the perceived location in return, but the effect was not the same as that of a bullet.

Later, the crocodile communicated with the wood element, controlled the tree vine to try to attack, in fact, to determine their specific location, and finally used the wooden cage enchantment to successfully block a few people here.

Crocodile Ice removes the ice fog so that the warriors can come forward to attack, while Crocodile Sen has to maintain the barrier and cannot attack.

The moment the white mist dissipated, a warrior rushed to attack Jing Jun, but in the end, he was killed by his own soul.

The death of this warrior reminded the remaining seven warriors that the few men they were hunting were not easy to pursue, and that the slightest mistake could leave the cool waters of Wufeng Lake forever.

The wind chime jumped up and slashed down, her opponent didn't dare to slack off, and raised her mace to fight the demon slayer knife, just now her comrade died under the knife of this thin girl.