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The black evil spirit diffused from the silver coin condensed a large number of sickle weasels in a short time.

Yamamoto is not prepared to use this silver coin. Now his witchcraft is far from enough to control sickle weasels. Once the bloodthirsty sickle weasels are released, they will attack regardless of the enemy or ourselves.

Even Dashan himself would be in danger if he stayed for a long time. He grabbed the silver in the air, took it back and ran back. Now the released sickle weasels are enough to hold the three.

Dashan went to the clock tower again. He didn't forget his mission. The wizard king wanted something in the clock tower, which could only be obtained during the celebration of Linhai University. If he missed today, he would have to wait another 365 days.

As the "nose" of Linhai University, the clock tower is located in the center of Linhai University, and Linhai university is also located in the center of ancient Linhai City.

Why is there a special case of Zheng Li and Tong Renjie in Linhai City, a city inhabited by human beings?

Why is there a place like jade lake that contains another space around human cities?

Theoretically speaking, it should not be at the extreme here. But the ancient people still chose to stay here and did not migrate to other places. What were they guarding?

It was a secret forgotten for a thousand years.

People who have learned a little bit about that period of history from various sources are springing up in Linhai City.

Dashan came to the bell tower and hit the seemingly fragile wooden door with his body.

"Mr. Haneda!" The tall man yelled, "I'll help big Mujun. Stop the wizard!"

The unarmed man hesitated for a moment. He was the only monk who knew supernatural power. Normally, it would be better for him to stay and rescue the swordsman trapped in the dark fog, but the current situation forced him to make another choice.

Carrying the magic knife "twelve life broken" Mr. Haneda finally nodded, he ran toward the mountain that was pounding the door.

He didn't choose to pull out the knife, "twelve life cut off" is like a dying patient at this time, but he was forced to continue his life by the boss of intoxication workshop, so he can only use "twelve life cut off" at the most critical moment.

If it wasn't for the guy I met, "twelve life break" would not have become what it is now. But at this point, Mr. Haneda has no choice.

At the moment, the short swordsman has separated from the unity of man and nature, and the sickle weasel in the black fog surrounds him from all directions. It's dark now, and there are no street lights nearby, so the vision is very poor. When it's covered by the black fog, it's even more difficult to see clearly, not to mention finding the quick sickle weasel in the black fog.

If the swordsman hadn't been able to judge the location of these sickle weasels by the flow of breath, he would have died long ago.

But sickle weasels don't fly out of the black fog to attack tall people, or chase escaping mountains. These bloodthirsty little creatures will give priority to the most vulnerable ones to attack. The sword sage, who is short in stature and consumes too much physical strength because of entering the state of harmony between man and nature, becomes the best target of the sickle weasels.

"Damn it As a ninja, he has the equipment to launch a large-scale attack on his waist, but he is afraid to fire for fear of injuring his companion.

"Don't move," the swordsman has figured out the motives of these sickle weasels. "You are not their target. Don't provoke them." In spite of the most dangerous situation, Jiansheng is the calmest of all.

"Zuo Mujun," the tall man told Kensei, "Mr. Haneda has gone after the wizard. Let's concentrate on dealing with these big bats first."

"Hoo -" the sword Saint did not respond to him, but let out a long breath.

Before long, he had been bitten in many places by sickle weasel. Although he would like to set aside physical strength to help Mr. Haneda deal with the wizard, he is close to the end now.

Swordsmanship is developed to fight against humans. It is not practical to fight against the flying and numerous things like the sickle weasel.

Unless he can once again enter the realm of the unity of man and nature, and use the sword that can kill the sickle weasel.

Kensei simply closed his eyes. In China, he is regarded as "the limit of human beings", but after encountering the supernatural existence of wizard, he began to understand that the so-called "human limit" is nothing more than that.

Go beyond the limit.

The new two days are first-class, and they are on the edge of chaos.

Poof! A sickle weasel sprang on his shoulder before the sword was played. These sickle weasels are not going to let the swordsman prepare his sword skills.

Jiansheng opened his eyes. In such a chaotic situation, he could not enter the state of harmony between man and nature.

"Get down!" In the end, it was his partner who broke the crisis.

Jiansheng is short, and he also cares about "height". He would never "get down" in front of people. But now he has no choice but to listen to his companions.Before the high temperature, Jiansheng lay on the ground.

Tall Ninja hands more than a small bamboo tube, bamboo tube is compressed nitrate oil.

Forbearance, fire escape, fire dragon!

The tall Ninja untied the cover of the bamboo tube, pointed his mouth at the end of the tube and blew hard. This move is likely to affect his companions, but it's better than watching his companions die.

A large number of flames spewed out from the small bamboo tube. These ownerless sickle weasels could not resist the high temperature from the flames, and were soon burned into a state of black fog.

The fire dragon lasted a whole minute.

It wasn't until the last drop of nitrate oil in the bamboo tube ran out that the tall Ninja stopped spraying.

"Zuo Mujun, are you still alive?" Asked the tall man.

The sickle weasels had disappeared, but the black fog did not disperse.

"Barely alive." The voice of the swordsman came from the black fog.

"Ha ha." The tall Ninja laughs with relief outside the black fog. He is worried that the flame from the bamboo tube will burn the national treasure swordsman to death.

And the sword saint in the black fog touched his back brain. Just as he fell on the ground, the hair of his back brain had been burned clean. He was bald in the front, and now his hair was burned in the back.

"Completely bald." The swordsman scratched his head helplessly.

"Get out of here!" Out of the black fog came the anxious cry of the tall man.

"Well?" Jiansheng also noticed something was wrong.

The sound of wings flapping came from the black fog.

"You're kidding The sword Saint widened his eyes, and those sickle weasels began to gather again!