In the storm, a young man dressed in black ran wildly.
From time to time, those slender, pale hands would come over and be cut off by Wang Jin's sword, with sticky mud mixed with blood pouring out from the cut.
The coir raincoat had already been damaged and lost in the fight. Wang Jin was now soaked all over his body and looked a little embarrassed.
But he doesn't have time to think about this now.
The Mud Dragon King was not too fast, but he disappeared as soon as Wang Jin looked away.
Fortunately, the fishing village is not big, so it doesn't take long to reach the gate of Songhe Courtyard.
In the whole village, it was the only place with bright lights, guiding Wang Jin in the direction of progress.
The dim firelight swayed, illuminating the girl's elegant figure.
"Silly boy, blood poison has no effect."
"And... this thing is much stronger than expected, its hardness is close to that of stone."
The girl kicked off the long hand in front of her and looked at Wang Jin solemnly.
When she saw the flare, she rushed back as hard as she could, so she didn't waste time.
The octagonal hat on his head has been lost, and his long hair is wet from the rain and sticks to his delicate face.
The windbreaker has been taken off, revealing the white tactical vest underneath, as well as the slim waist under the vest.
His body was covered in mud, sand and blood, as if he had been fighting something.
This is indeed the case.
Perhaps because Songhe is special, the number of long hands here is several times that of other ordinary villagers.
If you ignore those palms... this place is more like a bamboo forest.
Pale and twisted bamboo forest.
Hu Xiaobei blocked most of the long hands alone, and even affixed a few talismans painted by Wang Jin on the Mud Dragon King.
Xiaohei and Mirror Ghost rarely used their fists, but turned into huge black blades, whistling and slashing.
Apart from their astonishing number of long hands, they don't have any special abilities.
They were like leeks that encountered a machete, falling to the ground one after another, turning into blood and sand.
Those at the main entrance were handled by Hu Xiaobei.
Wind blades are not very effective in storms, so this girl is waving her two swords through the bamboo forest, her movements are cold and graceful.
It can be considered a solid defense for the time being.
Wang Jin breathed a sigh of relief.
The only thing he needs to consider is the Mud Dragon King.
"That thing keeps retreating, and I'm a little worried."
Hu Xiaobei frowned and spoke.
Although she didn't want to admit it, this was definitely not a good thing.
The Mud Dragon King has no reason to retreat, there is only one possibility for it to retreat.
This ghost wants to rush straight into the house.
The inhibitor just now worked, and the Mud Dragon King moved backward much slower.
If it weren't for Wang Jin's efforts just now, Hu Xiaobei would definitely not be able to wait until now.
"I tried to trip him!"
Wang Jin made a gesture.
Perhaps because of their tacit understanding, their communication will become concise and effective when the situation is critical.
Wang Jin reached out and dug up the ground beneath his feet and took out something.
The steel cable inside the iron spider.
Because he could not confirm in advance which direction the Mud Dragon King would appear, Wang Jin only fixed one end of the steel cable.
Now, he needs to fix the other end to form a stable trip rope.
"Silly boy, it's too late."
Hu Xiaobei controlled the wind blade to cut the long hand near Wang Jin, and at the same time spoke a warning.
"I have to try."
Wang Jin quickly ran forward two steps, summoned the paradise flag, planted it on the ground, and circled it twice with a steel cable.
Thanks to his skillful hands, Wang Jin can tie knots very quickly.
It's a pity... Just when he was finishing most of the knot, the Mud Dragon King moved.
Hiss!
Accompanied by a weird low roar, the huge statue was knocked forward like a siege tree.
"Damn it!"
Wang Jin, who didn't have time to fix the other end, cursed in a low voice but did not leave.
He held down the spear with one hand and held on to the steel cable with the other hand.
The pure white heavy armor appeared on his body, preventing Wang Jin from being carried away by the subsequent force.
He was prepared for the impact.
The next second.
A terrifying force came from him, almost tearing off Wang Jin's arm.
Wang Jin has been knocked out by all kinds of strange things, so he has experienced a lot.
In terms of strength alone, this Mud Dragon King can definitely be ranked among the top three.
Wang Jin felt like he was blocking a train with his body.
Maybe a friendly neighbor living in New York can do this kind of thing, but Wang Jin is an ordinary high school student who is not very good at hand-to-hand combat.
If he hadn't anticipated this in advance and wrapped the steel cable around the metal spear several times to relieve the force...
He is probably a disabled person now.
Even so, Wang Jin didn't feel very comfortable.
The steel cable was instantly stressed, twisting and deforming the white metal handguard.
Crunch.
The steel cable tightened, and the huge force almost cut off half of Wang Jin's hand.
Fortunately, he took two steps before tying the knot, leaving enough distance.
So Wang Jin let go slightly and controlled the speed of the steel cable flying out.
Metal rubbed against metal rapidly, and the terrifying heat caused Wang Jin's palms to begin to emit an unpleasant burnt smell.
Fortunately, Wang Jin has always been able to perfectly separate the body and spirit.
Use your mind to command your body, no matter how much pain you endure, it doesn't matter.
As long as your body can still move, you will persist in completing your goals.
"Damn, I remember you."
Feeling the severe pain from his palm, Wang Jin cursed in a low voice.
Fortunately, Wang Jin chose the right method.
The progress of the Mud Dragon King was once again a little slower.
When the steel cable reached its end, Wang Jin subconsciously tightened his palms to prevent it from slipping away.
This method can achieve quite optimistic results, but unfortunately... its shortcomings are also obvious.
The Clay Dragon King continued to move forward without hesitation, and cracks began to appear where the clay sculpture's body contacted the steel cable.
"Silly boy! Let go!"
Hu Xiaobei's anxious shout came, and she waved her hand and fired the wind blade, as if she wanted to break the steel cable.
when.
The steel cable shook twice, but there was no damage.
The equipment of the suppression department is of first-class quality.
It's not a good thing until now.
"Stuck."
Wang Jin sighed.
It's not that he doesn't want to let go, it's that he can't let go.
Perhaps slashing with knives and axes cannot cause damage to the strong heavy armor, but long-term high-strength steel rope friction can completely do this.
The high temperature caused the steel cable and the metal handguard to fuse together.
However, Wang Jin's palms were affected by the high temperature and great force and were not very responsive.
"Damn it...then take off the heavy armor."
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes, frowned and muttered.
Doing so would cost him half of his hand, but it would save Song He's life.
"It's really..."
Whoosh!
The white shadow flashed past, kicked away the spear stuck on the ground, and used the tip of the spear to cut the steel cable.
The steel cable suddenly relaxed, and the young man in heavy armor staggered back a few steps, almost falling.
"Go back and treat me to dinner."
Hu Xiaobei smiled and reached out to knock Wang Jin on the head.
Although the Mud Dragon King is not as brittle as imagined, the stress-bearing area of the steel cable is too small.
If you stop it like this, it may break into pieces.
You can only put it in first.
"hiss..."
There was still a weird roar, and the Mud Dragon King didn't hold back at all and crashed straight into the courtyard.
Bang!
The Mud Dragon King slammed against the wooden door. Wang Jin squinted his eyes and looked over.
He remembered what Hu Xiaobei had posted on the door before.
Now I can barely see clearly with the firelight...
There are two paintings on the left and one on the right, depicting two eight-tailed foxes.
A pure white one, carrying a sword and a flagon on its back, without any color on its body.
The other one is yellow with red, like a burning flame.
"Uncle Three and Four, help!"
Hu Xiaobei took a breath and shouted loudly.
There are no fancy moves or cumbersome steps.
She just shouted at the top of her lungs.
Nothing happened.
Wang Jin curled his lips, stood up from the ground, and prepared to launch the next arrangement himself.
How can it be so convenient to just call the elders in the family if you can't fight...
The next second.
The terrifying pollution surged crazily, and Wang Jin's eyes widened.
“It’s really so convenient.”
The young man touched his chin, not knowing what to say, so he could only shut up and look at the scene in front of him.
The two paintings floated up at the same time.
A fox with fur that resembles flames appears from the painting running, covering a long distance with ease.
Wang Jin rubbed his eyes and saw clearly that the other party was actually just a shadow.
But this was enough to shock him.
Wang Jin has never seen such a big fox.
They are almost as good as lions and tigers, and the fierce glint in their eyes is no less impressive.
The flying hair seemed to be burning, and the flames rose crazily all over his body.
It even lit up half of the night sky.
Although it was just a shadow, Wang Jin could still feel a terrifying sense of oppression from the other party.
Aiming at one’s own sense of oppression.
"He seems to be glaring at me..."
Wang Jin coughed twice and quietly turned away.
call--
Terrifying heat rose up.
Heat waves spurted out, and the flames enveloped the Mud Dragon King as if they were alive.
"Fourth uncle, don't break it!"
Hu Xiaobei puffed up his cheeks and quickly added.
The fiery red fox sighed, and the flames rose from the ground like an upside-down waterfall.
Only a small part is still burning on the Mud Dragon King's body, causing the layer of mucus on his body to disappear.
"It helped a lot."
Wang Jin took advantage of the opportunity and threw away two bottles of inhibitors.
"hiss…"
The Mud Dragon King roared.
It was obviously just a clay statue, but Wang Jin really felt the anger from him.
call!
The flames that shot up from the ground were not wasted like this. Instead, they turned into a dozen burning foxes and crashed into those long hands.
Wang Jin clearly saw that the terrifying heat directly evaporated the water on the ground.
Even the air is not that humid anymore.
"It's really scary...eh?"
The young man who was sighing was stunned.
He saw a flaming fox running towards him.
After repeatedly confirming that there were no enemies around him, Wang Jin confirmed.
This thing is just for you.
Wang Jin looked at the huge fiery red fox and tried to tell him that he was a friend.
As a result, he snorted coldly and looked at Wang Jin with interest.
The meaning is obvious.
It's you, the friendly force I'm fighting.
"Ah...I understand."
Wang Jin thought for a moment and quickly understood what the other party wanted to do.
He reached behind his back and pulled something.
Four flaming red flags appeared out of thin air, and the illusory burning word "order" floated in front of Wang Jin.
"bring it on."
Wang Jin snapped his fingers, and the fire fox turned into a ball of flame and was taken in by the big flag.
Walking fire flag.
It has the same function as the water flag and can control flames temporarily.
Maybe because Wang Jin was blessed by Anne, he can use this thing more easily.
So the fire flag can store a little flame.
Putting aside the side effects, it is indeed a pretty good ghost story item.
"Thank you, senior."
Wang Jin pretended not to notice the flaming fox cursing, smiled and cupped his hands.