Wang Zhuanlun was in trouble and was troubled by internal and external affairs, and was anxious.
Fang Dou and Qilie joined forces to create a tacit understanding and rhythm. They threw firearms at every few days to harass Wang Zhunlun.
On this day, Fang Dou counted the results of the battle and took over the corpse for more than a hundred years, which had already accounted for one-third of the total number of King Zhunhuang.
As for Wang Zhunlun's apprentice, he suffered heavy casualties in each attack and almost died.
Now, only the hardest bone left is the king of chewing.
This person is amazingly powerful, and he is invincible among the second-rate warlocks. Fang Dou and Qilie are two third-rate warlocks, and they are not opponents together.
Qilie's most powerful firearm, the Divine Fire Crow, exploded at close range, and was blocked by his casting.
I'm afraid it's really as Fang Dou said, only by cutting flesh and bleeding with a blunt knife can you finally kill this person.
"Not good, not good!"
Qi Lie ran from a distance, looking worried.
The two of them have a clear division of labor and take turns to fight for harassment to ensure that Wang Zhunlun has no chance to rest.
This time it was Fang Dou's rest, and Qi Lie took action. According to usual practice, he only needed to throw some firearms, which made the dust and smoke blew away, and escaped by blocking his sight.
The king's wheel can control the wind and move at a fast speed. If he gets close, he might catch up with him and his gutter will capsize.
"What's wrong?"
Fang Dou stood up and prepared to pick up Qilie, while looking behind him to see if anyone was catching up.
"Wang Zhuanlun left the fleet and the pickled corpse and set off on his way alone!"
Fang Dou didn't expect that there would be such changes.
It seems that the guerrilla warfare is too great, and Wang Zhuanlun cannot tolerate passive beatings, so he simply leaves, which is equivalent to breaking free from the constraints.
After a while, Fang Dou and Qilie stood side by side on the shore and saw five or six small boats floating on the river. These were the only remaining ships in the fleet, and the others were destroyed in previous attacks.
There were rows of staggered pickled corpses standing on the boat, with a lot of cargo left, but there was no trace of Wang Zhunhuang.
"This old guy is amazing. I see through our plan!"
Fang Dou originally wanted to tie Wang Zhunhuang in the fleet, but he was not stupid. After seeing through this trick, he left these bottles and jars, and even threw away the pickled corpses.
"Oh, not good!"
Previously, the King's Wheel was in the Light, and Fang Dou and Qilie were in the dark, which was the relationship between prey and hunter, but now he has changed from dark to light, but instead has become a hunter.
With this person's strength, if he secretly attacks, Fang Dou and Qilie will be in danger.
"Brother Fang Dou, I'm sorry for you this time and I'll involve you!"
Qi Lie apologized repeatedly, claiming that he did not expect that Wang Zhuanlun would have the courage to cut off his arm.
Fang Dou was much calmer, "Let's think about how to lure the King Zhunlun out?"
His eyes fell on the pickled corpse, "It's there!"
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Wang Zhuanlun lurked in the dark and quietly looked at the fleet on the river.
Fang Dou and Qilie had boarded the boat before, but he refused to take action because he didn't get the chance.
However, Fang Dou got on the boat for the second time, and the golden light appeared in his palm and slapped it on the pickled corpse one by one.
The golden light flashed on the pickled corpse and gradually penetrated into the body along the texture, and finally changed.
Wang Zhuanlun's control over the pickled corpse was instantly cut off.
"So it's you!"
The previously lost pickled corpses were gradually disconnected, but Wang Zhuanlun thought that Qi Lie burned the pickled corpses with a firearm.
But now it seems that Fang Dou, the one who took action, was actually the nemesis of his manipulation of pickling corpses.
"In this way, you can't be kept!"
Wang Zhuanlun wanted to endure it, but when he saw the two of them reveal their flaws, he attacked again.
But Fang Dou was not too busy and he solved the pickled corpses one by one. In a blink of an eye, one fifth of the pickled corpses broke off contact.
The sky has eyes, and Wang Zhunlun’s strategic transfer is not because he really wants to give up pickling corpses, but because he has a secret method that can control pickling corpses from afar and does not have to be with him.
However, Fang Dou's behavior was undoubtedly digging his roots.
Wang Zhuanlun gradually couldn't help it, and pointed his hand at his chest. The talisman began to shine, and the light spread throughout his body like flowing water.
"Snap the corpse and kill this person!"
With a loud shout, the pickled corpse on the wooden boat was instantly activated, and they turned around and launched an attack on Fang Dou.
The closest pickled corpse, with its arms swept towards Fang Dou like an iron door bolt. At the same time, the palms of seven or eight pickled corpse were either thorned or smashed hard, with the purpose of Fang Dou.
Fang Dou took a deep breath, blocked his palm forward, and the effect of drinking tiger bone wine for many days was finally reflected at this moment.
The hardness of the pickled corpse's arms is comparable to that of pig iron. It collided with the palm of the square dou and made a sound like a gong.
Fang Dou won the power and waved his palm to beat the pickled corpse away. At the same time, his body rose from the ground and flew into the air, leaving the siege of seven or eight pickled corpse.
At this time, Wang Zhuan revealed his whereabouts and Qi Lie stepped forward to attack. He looked like a handful of fire sand, as if pouring a pot of red iron from the air.
Wang Zhuanlun dared not bear it with his flesh and blood body, and walked against the wind and flashed through the fire sand attack.
Fang Dou flew up from the bow of the boat, landed on the shore in a gliding posture, and formed a horn with Qili, and began to jointly siege Wang Zhunhuang.
Wang Zhuanlun looked at him in surprise, "You don't have French salt?"
Fang Dou did not answer, and he raised his Taoist robe, and was spotless, so how could there be filthy magic salt?
"Brother Qi, I will keep him no matter what I say today!"
Fang Dou's palm trembled, the bean soldiers and the black dog rushed out, and began to circle around the king's wheel, looking for flaws in the attack.
At the same time, Qilie had already changed into an iron rod and began to use his gunshot technique.
With one step, the iron rod poked the body of the Wang Zhunhuang, with the force of condensation, enough to penetrate the rock.
Wang Zhuanlun muttered something, and the breeze wrapped it up layer by layer, forming armor to block Qili's attack.
Qi Lie can disperse a layer of defense formed by the Qingfeng, but Wang Zhunhuang immediately attracts more Qingfeng to rebuild defense.
If this continues, it is entirely about fighting for strength.
A second-rate warlock, a third-rate warlock, who can beat whom?
"Bean Soldier, Black Dog, come on!"
The figures of humans and dogs flew over and rushed towards the king's wheel.
Wang Zhuan opened his hand, and the strong wind rose, tied it into two wind ropes, wrapping around the bean soldiers and the black dog, gradually tightening it so that it could not move.
Fang Dou took a deep breath. This person's spell was so powerful that it was beyond imagination.
I'm afraid even if I attack closely, with the power of three axes, I can't break the defense transformed by his wind control.
What should I do?
Fang Dou was still thinking about it carefully. Wang Zhuanlun had already decided to attack him, spread his palms, "The wind is coming!"
In an instant, the strong wind blew, Fang Dou's whole body tightened, and he was wrapped around his body by the wind, and was pulled in front of him by the king's swearing.
Fang Dou took a deep breath, and his whole body expanded, but the wind rope lengthened and he couldn't break free.
In an instant, a thunderous roar of tigers came from the depths of the bones around the body. The medicinal power accumulated by these tiger bone wines burst out instantly in the face of huge pressure.
Fang Dou roared angrily, and the roar was like a tiger, and his whole body's strength surged, and the invisible wind cable sounded the sound of steel bars breaking.
Chapter completed!