Zhang Heku, who had just run a few steps, observed the attack from mid-air from his back from the reflection on the ground.

He went to the left, turned his head over, and rolled over.

"Can you let me go, let's make friends, why bother fighting and killing!" Zhang He shouted bitterly.

A handful of capsules of various colors of different shapes were stuffed into his mouth by him.

The moment he got up, he bit down on a cross-shaped capsule, and a puff of transparent mist sprayed into the black rotten mahogany sword he held in his only remaining right hand.

The blade of the sword dissipated five points of black and turned gray.

The attack of the old lamp was dodged by Zhang Heku, and his long arm was drawn to the trunk in front of him, making a muffled sound, and the trunk was torn out of the big gap in the bowl.

"Okay, hee-hee."

Lao Deng's arms were like two soft whips with the same mind and control, staggered and waved, and continued to draw towards Zhang Heku.

Zhang Heku bit down on a diamond-shaped capsule in his mouth again, spewing out a white mist, and there seemed to be an invisible layer of sharpness on the peachwood sword.

He swung his sword sideways, blocking the old lamp's arm that swung again.

"Then you stop, master, don't fight!"

Lao Deng's arm was close to the peachwood sword body, twisted into an arc, bent down like a spirit snake, and pulled Zhang Heku's shoulder, making a loud noise, and Zhang Heku's left shoulder collapsed.

"Okay, hee-hee."

Lao Deng's arm was actually looked at as a rotten mahogany sword like a burning stick, and a bloody cut was made, dripping blood.

As a result, the movements of his arms changed, with less than three points of vigor and more three points of agility, no longer touching the peachwood sword, but circling and pumping towards Zhang Heku.

"Okay, okay, are you a fool, I'm your father, okay, can you talk to people?"

Zhang Heku held the peachwood sword and blocked it three times in succession, and he couldn't resist it.

He is now missing his left hand, and the lip print-shaped wound on his left leg has doubled in a moment, the pain is unbearable, and his strength has dropped by at least fifty percent.

He bit down on a maple leaf-shaped capsule in his mouth again, and sprayed a purple mist at the wooden sword, which suddenly ignited with purple flames.

The flame burned slightly to the corner of the sleeve of the old lamp, and it seemed that it was about to be wound, but the old lamp reacted quickly, his arm shrank back like a snail into the shell, and the other hand tore off the sleeve of his coat, so that he narrowly avoided it.

"Hee-hee."

The corners of the black holes on the old lamp's face seemed to be higher, and the smile was more obvious.

At this time, he is awake in the brain, and his limbs are also controlled by him, only his facial expressions and speech are not controlled by him.

Looking at the peachwood sword in Zhang Heku's hand, it was a pity, he only had to take off one of the opponent's hands during the raid, and did not choose the wooden sword, because he felt that the black wooden sword had been scrapped.

However, this purple flame did not seem to last, it was extinguished in just two breaths, and it also caused damage to the body of the peachwood sword, and the weak edge of the blade had become carbonized.

Zhang Heku seemed to know this, and at the moment when the old lamp receded, he stuck the peachwood sword upside down on the ground, chewed all the capsules in his mouth, and spewed a large cloud of colorful mist towards the sword body.

The freezing, green mist, corrosion, and stench formed a temporary barrier, and Zhang Heku ran over in the direction of the trees.

The old lamp circled around and chased frantically behind, but there were no trees, and his speed dropped exponentially.

While Zhang He hurriedly ran away, a bottle of unused liquid that had not been used and was exactly the same as the half bottle snatched away by the old lamp reappeared in his hand, and distress flashed in his eyes.

Going to sprinkle it directly on your own body is wasteful.

This liquid can wash away the evil spirit, and he only has two bottles in total, and he is usually reluctant to use a drop, but the wound on his leg has spread to the size of the sole of his foot, and he can't delay it any longer.

Burst--!

A cold light cut through the air, shot diagonally from under the ground directly in front of Zhang Heku, swept past his right wrist, and disappeared into the distance.

When the palm of the right hand detached from the wrist, the whistling of the sharp weapon sounded, and the speed was too fast.

A black shadow wearing a mask of Kui Ye came out from under the ground ten meters in front of Zhang Heku, it was Wu Heng.

After he came here, he did not appear directly, but observed Zhang Heku's movements.

First of all, Zhang Heku is definitely a smart person, so he definitely has an escape plan, Lao Li's movement speed on the trees has been shown, and there are trees on the other three sides, only this direction leads to the town, and the trees have been cleared.

He chose to make a trap in this direction, but as soon as he dug twice, Zhang Heku had already rushed over, especially with a bottle of liquid in his hand that looked very useful.

It's like a wild cat running around the street in the middle of the night with 10,000 yuan in its mouth, and it's really tempting to watch.

Wu Heng was not confident in his marksmanship, the range weapon could destroy the bottle of liquid, and he didn't want to take out an oversized weapon in front of the old lamp to expose the life box, after all, everyone's personal space was only one cubic meter.

So at the moment when Zhang Heku rushed over, Wu Heng threw out a sharp blade flywheel, which was the most suitable hidden weapon for cutting, and the range was large enough.

This is still when he built the mechanism room for Ruu in the Tomie World, and the remaining flywheel, the things in the life box are indeed a lot and a little miscellaneous.

He now takes Pillan once a day, even if he doesn't eat, it's fine, and he usually eats a little just to satisfy his appetite.

The moment he stood up after throwing the flywheel, the movement of his hands did not stop.

A string of props such as tripping horses, meteor hammers, metal nets, and shotguns flew out one after another.

"Again.!"

Zhang He said in despair, and as soon as he shouted halfway, he was smashed by a series of hidden weapons and flew upside down six or seven meters away, and the rest of the words were smashed into his stomach.

Wu Heng quickly stepped forward, a pair of tongs appeared in his hand, picked up the liquid on Zhang Heku's broken palm, and put it into his personal space.

"Can you give me a way to live, I have information about the behind-the-scenes plot characters, so I can't continue to participate in the main plot, and I won't pose a threat to you."

Zhang He Ku seemed to swallow blood, and said weakly but quickly.

Wu Heng looked at his good nephew Zhang Heku, who had already occupied half of the white bones on his left leg.

He felt that with his strong recovery power, this strange injury should not be a threat to him.

So he raised his eyes slightly and nodded slightly.

Zhang Heku seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, sat on the ground bound by the net, and smiled bitterly.

Before Zhang Hebitter could wait, he smiled bitterly for the second time.

A figure with arms raised in the air fell from his back in an ape jump, hands clapping on temples on either side of his helmet.

The big fan-like hand completely covered his head, and with a spark, the helmet cracked into pieces, and the neck became empty, but Zhang Heku's abdomen bulged.

What a pain, what a pain!

Uncle doesn't even know him when he stands in front of him, it's too unfilial.

Wu Heng's nod just now was not to agree with Zhang Heku's words, but to release the signal to the old lamp who arrived.

Thank you all for the recent tips and monthly passes, you have seen it.

(End of chapter)