Xu Luo looked at his confused expression, had an idea, and said casually.
"I'm looking for a big black dog..."
When the middle-aged man heard the word black dog, his pupils suddenly shrank.
Xu Luo didn't hesitate for a moment, he took off his wooden crutches, one long and one short, and shot at the two of them. He twirled his waist and slashed at the middle-aged man again with the old hatchet.
But he himself rushed into the crowd of shadows like a tiger among sheep.
With the body of Wushengzhu that can temporarily resist the disgust of the world, Xu Luo can finally fully display the power of his powerful body.
Every punch and every kick seems light and weak, but among the many black shadows, no one can withstand one of his moves.
Even if it was a sharp scimitar, Xu Luo didn't even bother to block it. He would rather take a hard blow than punch the black shadow.
The shadows were caught off guard and suffered a huge loss.
In just a few breaths, almost all the black shadows were beaten to pieces and scattered on the ground.
This sentence means literally!
The hands and feet were violently broken off, the head was twisted off, and the chest and abdomen were opened...
As long as he touches any part of Xu Luo's body, no one will be intact.
The middle-aged man originally just casually blocked the wood stick towards the hatchet, and then prepared to come to rescue his subordinates.
Unexpectedly, even if Mu Zhen knocked the hatchet away, the strange hatchet would appear in his neck again, as if it had become spiritual, and cut him off with one strike.
The middle-aged man was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He finally knew how his first subordinate died!
At the critical moment, Mu Zhen appeared in front of the hatchet again and knocked it away.
But this time it was different from the last time, the hatchet didn't even retreat even half an inch.
The blood-red Qi on the blade became more and more intense. Wrapped in the red mist, it appeared on the middle-aged man's neck as if teleporting, and slashed him off again.
This broken knife seems to be particularly interested in the neck and throat.
The sharp and cold sword energy almost made the middle-aged man's hair stand on end, he was so happy!
This weird hatchet turned out to be faster and faster each time, and its breath became colder and colder each time.
If he can't block this knife anymore, will the next one hit him directly on the neck?
He no longer cared about his subordinates, roared angrily, and stretched out his hand to hold Muzhen.
A violent, cold and gloomy atmosphere rose into the sky and collided hard with the hatchet.
The hatchet buzzed loudly, and the smoke of energy and blood formed a huge sharp sword light above, and it was about to cut down.
Middle-aged people can't help but feel like they are going to die!
The vigilance coming from the depths of his soul made the middle-aged man desperately enlarge the wood stick and put it in front of his neck.
What kind of ghost knife is this?
I actually have the illusion that I can't avoid it!
It's like if the knife fails to block it and hits you, you will definitely die!
But at this moment, Xu Luo, who was as fierce as a tiger just now, couldn't help but let out a muffled sound.
Not only was this hatchet not under his control, but every time it was struck, it consumed at least 20% of his energy and blood.
In other words, even if Xu Luo's Qi and blood were ten times higher than those at the same level due to his skills, he could only make a few cuts!
Xu Luo felt that his whole body was full of energy and blood, flowing uncontrollably toward the hatchet along the countless bamboo tendons.
He fell to his knees unable to do anything, and the bamboo tendrils between his legs automatically retracted into his body without restraint.
But the hatchet didn't seem to be willing to give in, and made the sound of a knife at Xu Luo as if complaining.
Xu Luo felt that he was really trapped in a cocoon.
Fortunately, he acted quickly just now and killed all those black shadows first. Otherwise, if anyone stabbed him with a knife at this time, he would have to walk around without food!
With the help of Wu Shengzhu, Xu Luo's accomplice, even if Xu Luo was helpless and collapsed on the ground, it did not prevent him from squeezing the last bit of blood and energy in his body into the hatchet.
Finally, just when Xu Luo felt that his whole body had been drained, the high-pitched sound of a knife rose from the ground.
At this moment, the sharp sound of the sword actually drowned out the sound of rain falling between the sky and the earth, and then, the white light of the sword cut through Xu Luo's somewhat confused sight and disappeared in a flash.
There was a sudden silence between heaven and earth, and the rain fell on him again.
After a long while, Xu Luo regained some strength and got up from the ground in embarrassment.
He picked up the wooden crutch he threw away.
The middle-aged man's expression of horror was frozen on his face at this time, like a sculpture standing motionless in the heavy rain.
Xu Luo didn't look worried at all.
That hatchet had sucked so much of his blood, and if he still couldn't kill an exorcist, he might as well hit him head-on and knock him down!
In fact, Xu Luo felt as if he had died at this time, and his whole body was in severe pain even when he moved.
His mind suddenly moved, and the green bull cart parked outside at the corner of the alley suddenly turned from extremely still to extremely moving.
A stream of cyan light hit the towering courtyard wall.
Boom, bang...
The cart didn't stop for a moment before it appeared in front of Xu Luo.
Xu Luo felt the gleaming green light, penetrating all over the body from various acupoints.
A faint coolness made him feel warm. Maybe this was the meaning of the companion creature's existence.
No matter how difficult and dangerous the front is, how powerful the enemy is, or whether the host is good or evil, it will always be by your side.
The air flow brought by the Qingniu cart was like the sharpest knife in the world. With just a slight touch, the middle-aged man's head was instantly broken at the neck and fell to the ground with a bang.
The blood sprayed out under the pressure of the chest, like a poppy flower blooming in the night, extremely charming.
Only that piece of wood was half-inserted on the ground, and the black light on its surface was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Xu Luo's mind moved, and green bamboo tendrils shot out from the cart, piercing through the wood like thorns in rotten wood.
Buzz, Mu Zhen seemed to notice something and his whole body trembled.
The middle-aged man is already an exorcist in the realm of Tongmai. After years of absorbing spiritual energy, this wood has naturally developed some spirituality.
The terrifying Qi of the bamboo whiskers, which was like a natural enemy, made the wooden tree tremble crazily, and even tried to fly upwards.
Wu Shengzhu seemed to be angered by Mu Zhu's act of resistance.
It's similar to the kind of meaning where the uncle wants to eat, but you don't surrender and dare to resist.
Another root flew out of the carriage and was whipped hard.
Mu Zhen suffered this heavy blow, and his spiritual light became even more dim. He was like a delicate girl who encountered a mob, lying on the ground without any resistance, motionless.
After just a few breaths, the bamboo roots retracted into the carriage with a whooshing sound.
However, as if it had been weathered for thousands of years, the surface of the wooden coffin was uneven and decayed. When the raindrops hit it lightly, it turned into fly ash and sludge, and completely dissipated into the last trace of the world.
Xu Luo rested on the carriage shaft for a while, then took out a black lotus seed from the carriage and put it in his mouth.
The slight sweetness mixed with a hint of bitterness turned into a warm current, nourishing his tired mind.
Looking at the re-closed wooden door in front of him, Xu Luo didn't intend to get out of the car, so the Qingniu cart directly hit it.