Zhang Heku, who had just ran a few steps, saw the attack on his back from the reflection on the ground in mid-air.
He turned to the left, fell over, and rolled.
"Can you please let me go and let's make friends? Why bother fighting?" Zhang Heku shouted.
He took the opportunity to stuff a handful of capsules of different shapes into his mouth.
The moment he stood up, he bit into a cross-shaped capsule and sprayed a mouthful of transparent water mist onto the black rotten mahogany sword held in his right hand.
Five points of the black color of the sword disappeared and turned into gray.
Old Lamp's attack was dodged by Zhang Heku, and his long arm hit the tree trunk in front, making a muffled sound, and the tree trunk was torn open with a gap as big as the mouth of a bowl.
"Okay, hee hee."
Old Lamp's arms are like two soft whips that are connected and can be controlled freely, waving alternately and continuing to whip towards Zhang Heku.
Zhang Heku once again bit a diamond-shaped capsule in his mouth, spraying out a white mist, and the peach wood sword seemed to have an invisible sharpness.
He swung his sword horizontally to block Old Lamp's arm from swinging again.
"Then please stop, sir, stop fighting, okay?"
Old Lamp's arm was close to the mahogany sword body, twisted into an arc, and bent down like a spiritual snake. It hit Zhang Heku's shoulder, making a loud noise, and Zhang Heku's left shoulder collapsed.
"Okay, hee hee."
Old Lamp's arm was cut with a bloody gash by the rotten mahogany sword that looked like a fire stick, and blood dripped out.
As a result, the movements of his arms changed. There was less explosiveness and more agility. He no longer touched the mahogany sword, but instead circled and drew towards Zhang Heku.
"Okay, okay, are you a fool? I am your father, okay? Can you speak human language?"
Zhang Heku held the peach wood sword and blocked it three times in succession, and then he could no longer resist it.
He is now missing his left hand, and the lip-mark-shaped wound on his left leg has doubled in size. The pain is unbearable, and his strength has dropped by at least 50%.
He once again bit a maple leaf-shaped capsule in his mouth and sprayed purple water mist at the wooden sword, and the wooden sword suddenly ignited with purple flames.
The flame slightly burned at the corners of Old Lamp's sleeves and seemed about to wrap around it. Old Lamp reacted quickly and retracted his arms like a snail entering its shell. He tore off his sleeve with his other hand and narrowly escaped.
"Hehe."
The dark corners on Old Lamp's face seemed to be raised higher, and his smile became more obvious.
At this time, his brain is awake, and his limbs are also under his control. Only his facial expressions and speech are not under his control.
It was a pity to see the peach wood sword in Zhang Heku's hand. He was only sure to take off one of the opponent's hands during the surprise attack. He did not choose the wooden sword because he felt that the black wooden sword was already useless.
However, this purple flame did not seem to last long. It was extinguished in just two breaths, and it also caused damage to the mahogany sword body. The weak edges of the sword blade had become carbonized.
Zhang Heku seemed to know this. The moment Old Lamp stepped back, he inserted the mahogany sword upside down on the ground, chewed up all the capsules in his mouth, and sprayed a large cloud of colorful mist towards the sword body.
Freeze, green fog, corrosion, and odor formed a temporary barrier, and Zhang Heku ran in the direction without trees.
Old Lamp went around in a circle, chasing after him crazily, but there were no trees, so his speed dropped geometrically.
While Zhang Heku ran away in a hurry, an unused bottle reappeared in his hand. It was exactly the same liquid as the half bottle that Old Lamp had snatched away. His eyes flashed with distress.
If you plan to spray it directly on your body, this usage is very wasteful.
He only had two bottles of this liquid that could wash away evil spirits, and he was usually reluctant to use even a drop. However, the wound on his leg had spread to the size of the sole of his foot, and he could not delay any longer.
Poof--!
A ray of cold light cut through the air, shot out diagonally from the ground directly in front of Zhang Heku, passed over his right wrist, and disappeared into the distance without losing force.
When the right palm was separated from the wrist, the whistling sound of the sharp weapon was heard, and the speed was too fast.
A Black Shadow wearing a Kui Ye mask jumped out from the ground ten meters in front of Zhang Heku. It was Wu Heng.
After he arrived here, he did not show up directly, but observed the movements of Zhang Heku.
First of all, Zhang Heku is definitely a smart person, so he definitely has an escape plan. The speed of Old Li's movement in the trees has been shown. There are trees on the other three sides. Only this direction leads to the town, and the trees have been cleared.
He chose to set up a trap in this direction, but as soon as he dug twice, Zhang Heku rushed over, especially with a bottle of liquid in his hand that looked very useful.
It's like a wild cat running around on the street in the middle of the night with 10,000 yuan in its mouth. It's really tempting to look at.
Wu Heng is not confident in his marksmanship. A range weapon may destroy the bottle of liquid, and he doesn't want to take out an overly large weapon in front of Old Lamp and expose Life Box. After all, everyone's personal space is only one cubic meter.
So the moment Zhang Heku rushed over, Wu Heng threw a sharp-edged flywheel. This is the most suitable hidden weapon for cutting, and its range is large enough.
This was the remaining flywheel when he built the mechanism room for Ru in the world of Tomie. There were indeed a lot of things in Life Box, and it was a bit complicated.
He now takes Swine Elixir once a day. He is fine even if he skips meals. He usually eats some just to satisfy his appetite.
The moment he stood up after throwing the flywheel, the movements of his hands did not stop.
A series of props such as trip wires, meteor hammers, metal nets, and shotguns flew out one after another.
"Again.!"
Zhang Heku made a desperate cry. Just halfway through his shout, he was hit by a series of hidden weapons and flew six or seven meters away. The rest of his words were forcefully thrown into his stomach.
Wu Heng quickly stepped forward, a pair of pokers appeared in his hand, picked up the liquid on Zhang Heku's broken palm, and put it into his personal space.
"Can you give me a way to survive? I have information about the behind-the-scenes plot characters. I can't continue to participate in the main plot like this. I won't pose a threat to you guys."
Zhang Heku seemed to have swallowed blood and spoke weakly but hastily.
Wu Heng looked at his good nephew Zhang Heku, half of the bones on his left leg were already occupied.
He felt that with his strong recovery ability, this strange injury should not pose a threat to him.
Then he raised his eyes slightly and nodded slightly.
Zhang Heku seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and sat on the ground bound by the arresting net, and gave a bitter smile.
Before Zhang Heku could wait, he smiled bitterly for the second time.
A figure with arms raised to the sky fell from his back in an ape-leap manner, and slapped his temples on both sides of his helmet with both hands.
Big palm-like hands completely covered his head. Along with a burst of sparks, the helmet cracked into pieces, his neck became empty, but Zhang Heku's abdomen bulged.
He Ku ah He Ku!
I don't recognize my uncle right in front of me. It's really unfilial.
Wu Heng's nod just now was not in agreement with Zhang Heku's words, but to send a signal to Old Lamp who had arrived.
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