It's too late, it's fast, when I recall Song Lei's diary, the two sides have been fighting again.

As the saying goes, "soldiers are impermanent, water is impermanent", the water whip in Muzig's hand is always changing when attacking, regardless of size, length, and shape.

A whip was drawn sideways, the old eight resisted with a stick, the whip met the stick, divided into two, turned into two water arrows, and stabbed directly to the ribs of the old eight, to say that the action of the old eight was really agile, and immediately flew out of the oblique stab in the direction of the water arrow, and waited for the momentum of the water arrow to slow down slightly, and then used the stick to resist and scatter into countless splashes, but before she could stand firm, Muzig's second whip was thrown again, this time the whip was divided into three, hanging three water hammers the size of watermelons, and smashed down with a head and face, which should be an upgraded version of the popular hammer.

The eighth immediately retreated, avoiding the two hammers, but was slapped on the head by the third hammer, after all, it is a water hammer, the power is limited, the same is better than breaking up into a splash, but after all, water also has quality, E=MV, although the water hammer is light, but the speed of the smashing down is very fast, the eighth was smashed, I even saw a yellow strong object out of her pants.

"Wow! It's! Zheng Bingbing exclaimed.

"Uh...... It should be the tail. "I guessed that there was such a thick, and it would swing around and not fall off.

The eighth child stepped back again, shook his head, and the big tail was also taken back.

"Throw in the towel, you're no match for me." Muzig chuckled.

Lao Ba snorted coldly, held the middle of the stick in both hands, and turned the flower on his wrist, driving the stick to rotate at high speed, like a propeller, whirring towards Muzig.

"What a move, the big windmill squeaks and squeaks!" Zheng Bingbing clapped his hands.

“…… Can you stop for a while? What if she'll turn to us in a moment! ”

Zheng Bingbing stuck out his tongue at me, lay on my shoulder, no longer grinding, and watched the play seriously.

Muzig still attacked with water, but three times in a row, all of which were defused by the "big windmill".

I was anxious and couldn't help but remind: "Above! Attack from above! ”

"What?" Muzig didn't hear because the big windmill was too noisy.

"Her stick! No matter how you play it! It's all a two-dimensional plane! Defend the front and not the top! Defend above! It's empty on all sides! I shouted at the top of my voice.

Muzig suddenly realized, his left hand raised the water arrow again and again, and shot into the air, there were hundreds of ways, using the high parabola, downward attack on the eighth, the eighth saw this, and hurriedly lifted the big windmill.

But at the same time that she resisted the attack of dense water arrows in the air, Muzig shot a water bomb in a straight line with his right hand, and the old eight couldn't dodge and was hit in the chest.

Muzig took advantage of the victory to pursue, and condensed a larger water bomb, which hung above the head of the old eight, but was dragged by two water lines and did not fall.

"Convinced! Served! Served! The old man confessed, rolled to the side, avoiding the place where the water bomb fell, and Muzig did not attack again, pulled the water bomb back, and threw it into the reservoir.

And that's the end of it?

In fact, the eighth child did not completely lose his combat effectiveness, in my estimation, at most, he suffered two water cannons, and he didn't even have internal injuries, so how could it be over?

There is only one explanation, she doesn't have to compete with Muzig, it is her duty to chase and kill, and if she catches it, she can't beat it, so she borrows the donkey from the slope and doesn't fight anymore.

I came out of the water, planning to go over to take care of the eighth child, her monk's robe was soaked by the water, this is the summer version of the monk's robe, relatively thin, I am afraid that she will catch a cold.

Just as he was about to go ashore, he suddenly heard a rustling sound in the cornfield in the distance, and this time, not just one way, but three roads, from three different directions!

"Are other demons coming?" I asked Muzig, and she could sense it.

Muzig nodded: "Boss, third, fourth." ”

The eldest is a snake, the third is a tiger, and the fourth is a bear, the one I kicked the ladder.

"Three, can you handle it?" I hurriedly asked, if it doesn't work, run again, the rustle is still some distance away from here.

Muzig smiled slightly, his expression confident, but his words were modest: "I'll give it a try." ”