The mandrills are like meat-killing butchers, rubbing their claws on their hands to make them sharper.

The national map has not been matched, and the happiness in words no longer belongs to this battlefield. It is better to quickly clear everything in front of you so as to save the time when the reinforcements arrive.

He waved the thorns and hit the Black Wind Mandrill continuously, leaving no chance to breathe. The mandrill could only raise his claws and was tired of dealing with it.

Suddenly, the mandrill in front of me disappeared.

Guotu then felt a hint of chill on the back of his neck. He quickly bent down and pulled the ball behind him.

"when"!

The mandrill really wanted to attack, but was instantly seen through by the national map. Although the Jialuji who was picked up by the back did not hit it, it could not stop it.

The mandrill was surprised that the National Map could have such a reaction speed. If it weren't for the fact that he had just left a hand, he would have had a thorn in his body. Then the one who fell to the ground would not be the National Map, but it.

It seems that this guy who is as big as a bull but is extremely agile needs to deal with it more carefully. He just underestimated the strength of the opponent. Now that he thinks about his accomplice Mantis Ye Song, he died, is not unfair.

Guotu took advantage of the moment when the opposite side was stunned and quickly stood up and attacked again. Jialuji slashed at Shan Mandrill's head.

The mandrill quickly fell backwards, and the jiluts hit directly at a position twenty centimeters from its crotch. The huge impact force stirred up a piece of dust.

"ah!"

Guotu felt the cold on his arm, so he quickly pulled away and kept a few steps away from the mandrill. When he looked at his arm again, there were already four bloody scratches on it.

Unexpectedly, the moment when the thorn hit the ground, the mandrill actually turned his feet into weapons. The original cloth shoes were penetrated by four sharp claws, which was why the country's quick counterattack was given while falling.

It looked smirked, as if the plan it had succeeded was that it had planned long ago. The guy named Guotu on the opposite side should not underestimate his own strength, it is much better than something like Ye Song.

Guotu gritted his teeth and spat on the wound. If he hadn't been afraid that the arm of the armor would delay his speed of the thorn, he would not have been plotted against by the mandrill.

In terms of flexibility, mandrills are similar to Ye Song, after all, they are both mountain spirit types. But the continuity of this attack is incomparable to Ye Song. Ye Song is more direct and mandrills are even more insidious. The land patted the breastplate, and the black and gold dark armor on the arm appeared again. In order to quickly produce thorns and resist Ye Song's attack, when facing mandrills, there is no need to do this at all.

Originally, there was no hatred for the Shanwang family, so the National Tu hesitated with two points of action, but now it seems that as long as the mercenary mountain spirits join the mercenary, there will be few good things. At this point, the anger that had just been extinguished in his heart burned again.

"Dang"! "Dang"! "Dang"! "Dang"!

The National Tu attacked continuously, and this time he was blocked by the mandrill's hands and feet. But he was not discouraged. While constantly familiarizing himself with the mandrill's attack routine, he also looked around carefully.

The brothers are not too far away, but they are enough for him to display his abilities. As long as he can draw some distance from the mandrill, he is sure to ko this bastard within ten moves.

After making up his mind, the National Tu changed the attack to defense, fighting and retreating. Shan Mandrill thought that the addition of his sharp claws made the National Tu afraid, and he followed him mindlessly.

Soon, the entanglement of the two men pulled out of the battlefield for more than 30 meters. Guotu's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth that was not easily noticed.

"The Great Killing Qi, life and death are based on fate!"

Guotu held the tail of Jialuzhi and swung it hard in front of him.

"Bang"! "Bang"! "Bang"!

After several consecutive explosions, I saw that black light blades were emitted from the jiru thorns. The flat light blades almost merged with the land. When they hit the ground, they all looked like bombs, and the soil instantly scattered.

The mandrill was not prepared, but relying on the acuity of the mountain spirit and his own magic skills, it turned into a wisp of black smoke and allowed the light blade to pass through its body, just like a black wind without any substance.

Guotu's heart sank, blaming where his brain went? It seems that the nickname given to them by the mercenaries are still very honest.

The two swords welcoming Ye Song just now were really a mantis with a knife-arm. This black wind mandrill is more like a black wind.

However, this black wind is also a bit weird. It moves like a wind. When it doesn't move, it's like a wisp of blue smoke. It's just that when the light blade passes, it drives its flow, making it look more like a gust of wind.

Since there is no entity, it is not convenient to attack with weapons. After all, this is the case with other people's cultivation, and it is impossible to ask the opponent to stop using the spells he is good at on the battlefield.

Now, the National Tu is in a dilemma. You can attack without weapons, because his fists are not a decoration. But if you use the Hellfire Fist to attack, black smoke will definitely be produced, which will be mixed with the mandrill, and it will be difficult to tell which wisp is the black wind.

After thinking for a long time, the Guotu suddenly inserted Jialuji directly into the ground as if he had given up on the battle. He stroked the weapon that was like a small tree, and had no intention of stepping forward again.

"Why? I won't fight anymore?" The mandrill, who turned back into a human form, was a little puzzled by the scene in front of him.

"Fight! You hit your feet with both fists and heels, it's more fair!"

"Hahaha!" Shan Mandrill laughed to the sky, "Why are you doing this? That would not be fair to you!"

"It's okay, come on!" Guotu hooked his hand provocatively.

"It is said that the official duties of the Three Realms are all dead donkeys. It seems you are the generals of the Underworld?"

Guotu nodded and reported to his own home: "Under King Guang, the fourth-level soul-narling general, Guotu!"

The mandrill immediately cast a contemptuous look: "On the battlefield, as long as you can win, you don't have to care whether it is not a martial arts. You officials are mediocre in politics and have no brains on the battlefield!"

Guotu snorted coldly: "Thank you for your advice! Stop talking nonsense, come on!"

Just as the opposite side made Shen Teng's gesture of inducing war and humiliation, the mandrill suddenly kicked up a piece of dust and rushed straight up.

The sharp claws that emerge from the shoes on the feet are like nails on the track and field field. Not only does they have excellent grip skills, but they also turn out all the originally hard soil.

Hand chops, kicks, and the mandrill also brought a very difficult single-leg support, and the other leg vertical ring was 360 degrees. However, the national map easily avoided by relying on positioning.

No matter how the mandrill makes a move, the national map always uses the jiluts as the center of the circle. If you can, you can hide, and if you don’t have time, you can use the black gold dark armor to resist.

This made Hei Feng very angry. Guotu, a general in the underworld, was just hiding and seeking with him, and he was just lying around him, which was simply too much.

The mandrill, who could not use his fists at all, gradually realized the ultimate culprit that really hindered its attack. After Xu Huang's move, he immediately reached out to pull the Jialuji who was inserted on the ground.
Chapter completed!