Just as I was wondering, he had already put the rune paper in his mouth and chewed it.

One time, two times......

The fat Taoist priest seemed to have eaten some kind of human delicacy, his fleshy tongue stirred repeatedly in his mouth, and saliva pulled into several sticky lines at the corners of his mouth.

"Gollum."

The silence of the night made his swallowing louder.

"Hah!"

The swallowing of the paper ball was like strong wine entering his throat, and the fat Taoist priest grew his mouth, and a hissing sound came from his throat.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Just as he opened his mouth, a ghost head the size of a millstone suddenly appeared.

The ghost stared at two horns on his head, red eyes and green lips, and a purple face without any hair, even the eyebrows were bald.

Leng Buding sprang out this thing, saying that he was not afraid was.

The face of the grinding disc wrapped around the upper body of the fat Taoist priest, and the surrounding scene began to distort.

Sometimes the grimace is in front, sometimes the fat Taoist priest is in front, and one person and one ghost seem to be merging with each other.

As the grimace appeared, an uncontrollable fear slowly crept from the bottom of my heart to my forehead, and then turned into drops of sweat and fell.

Even when I was sitting, my knees began to weaken.

Even, I had the urge to kneel.

"Buzzing ......"

I was awakened by a beep, and I turned my head to look at the katana beside me.

At this time, the wind has stopped, the blade trembles without wind, and the buzzing sound is endless.

"Bang!"

In the flash of light, the fat Taoist priest threw himself forward with both hands, and his limbs rushed towards me at the same time.

Maybe something blessed him to make him very fast, and by the time I reacted, he was already in front of me.

I grabbed the hilt with my backhand, and a sweep temporarily widened the distance between the two of us.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I turned my back sharply, pulled the onion from the dry ground and volleyed into the air, and when I landed, I grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands, and the arc of the knife fell with silver light.

The strength of this knife can be described as solid, and it slashed down his heavenly spirit cover to his chin.

"Ding!"

The sharp blade and his fat face made a golden sound, and the numbness and numbness of pain spread down the hilt to my arm.

A few days ago, I was driving a stone with a worker, and my arm was not sore.

My defeat made the fat Taoist sense the clue, and the offensive posture turned into a bear pounce.

Such a strong attack is really not what I expected.

I grabbed the knife in my backhand, resisting and trying to figure out a way.

The fat Taoist priest's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and he said the first sentence of the night: "I'll see how long you can last."

Obviously, with the help of this big ghost of unknown origin, he seems to have regained his chances of victory.

Just now, I was just trying to avoid his surprise attack, and I didn't have time to think about anything else.

If I can get the chicken blood bottle now and stir up the thunder and yang energy in my body, I may be able to change the decline.

But I am now at least ten meters away from the bottle, and the fat Taoist priest's offensive is unabated, forcing me to continue to retreat.

When I played the octagon cage with Ji Canghai before, he told me one thing.

If you can't see the other party's road number, or can't find a flaw, you must not rush, this makes no sense except for consuming physical strength.

The only way to deal with this situation is to try punches and moves.

I immediately paused and walked backwards, and my legs were crossed back and forth repeatedly, looking a bit like a lunge.

The professional player's method really worked, and this irregular pace made the fat Taoist priest stop.

In the moment he was stunned, the long knife in my hand had been cut.

However, I didn't use all my strength, and the moment I touched his body, I immediately retracted my strength.

This is called a test boxing.

This method taught me by Ji Canghai is really useful, and after a few rounds, I have already found the flaws of the fat Taoist.

He was really fast, but his hands were clearly not up to speed, at least a second slower than me.

My advantage is the long knife, and his disadvantage is the slow hand.

In this way, I already have a way to break the game.

I swayed back and forth a few times, and stabbed his ribs diagonally with my upper body, and the fat Taoist priest wanted to control me with his downward hand, but what he didn't know was that it was a feint.

At this time, all the power was on the blade of the knife, and my feet immediately relaxed, and the whole person floated out with the knife.

The blade of the knife shook, straight to his Adam's apple, and for a while, two fat hands stood up, tightly guarding the middle door.

Although the long knife is sharp, there is no chance of seeing the stitches at all.

The smug look reappeared on his face, and I smiled.

All his attention was on guarding the middle door, not caring about the opening of the game.

I suddenly pulled the knife back, and the low whip leg was already in the crook of his leg.