If Feng is present, then he must have seen at a glance that this so-called yin and yang envoy is just a puppet master. He controls the six puppets on the battlefield and hides in a dark corner. The puppet master is most afraid of getting close. Attacks are exactly the same, they can easily catch a fish in a chaotic field. It is a pity that Drinking Blood is a warrior. He relied on countless attacks and exchanged blood for this valuable information. The opponent is not a human being, and he is fighting with a bloodless machine. Then it is the key to find out who can control the machine.
Puppetry is a secret vertical technique. Its origin was originally the puppet show that has been passed down by Long Shuo for a long time. In particular, the puppetry of the puppets is similar to the puppetry. The only difference is that the puppeteer Through the silk thread in his hand, a puppet made of beast tendons, silk, wood, and metal was performed, while the puppet master hid in the dark and controlled the puppet in Mingli to kill.
Since it is a puppet, there must be a vertical puppet's thread, cut off these threads, the puppet is just a lifeless machine. Drinking blood thought of this, gave up the fight with the "Yin-Yang Envoy", twisted and rushed towards the enemy group that entangled the Suomen Swordsmen, shuttled through the gap between the comrades and the enemy like lightning, and the dragon's teeth were pointed. Xiao Zhan was in the void, and there were afterimages of drinking blood everywhere, making people unable to distinguish between the virtual and the real. Sure enough, as the hand raised the knife and fell, there was a jingle in the void. The enemy who was fighting with his teammates just lost his life and fell softly to the ground. Someone used the tip of a knife to pick up the black jersey that was soft on the ground. Under the skin, it was originally just some mechanical parts.
"Good eyesight! I actually broke my puppet secret technique. But in that case, I can't let you get off." The only puppet standing on the battlefield, that is, the substitute of Yin and Yang envoy, his body style. Even more erratic, and the attack became more precise. Without the other five puppets being distracted, yin and yang made the control of this puppet more refined. Knowing that the enemy is a puppet, it's a pity that Drinking Blood couldn't find the flaw behind it. The dragon teeth in his hand just couldn't touch the thread behind the puppet. Thinking about it, you know that the Yin and Yang Envoy must also be dancing with his substitute at this moment. Complete the impossible task.
Drinking blood also took time to observe the situation of his comrades in the spare time of fighting. The few good players he brought are now all injured. Although they can still fight, their endurance has undoubtedly dropped a lot; The shouting and cheering seem to have no other effect. They are the targets of the raid. Not only are they the most injured, let alone the combat effectiveness of the Tang Sect disciples is not as good as the ordinary warriors without the hidden weapon; the people in Shaolin and Wudang don’t know why they fought. There is a group, and there is a ghostly person standing in the middle; the people who steal the door and the high buy are now running around, and they can fill up the gaps there. It is probably not much better. Fortunately, Jing Muyan and Doctor Mo have already When rushing to the battlefield, there is also the Doumu Hao standing beside him. The King Kongmen can save the world at a critical time, and the doctor is undoubtedly the angel of the wounded, and it is they who gave everyone the confidence to continue fighting.
Such chaos, such a scene, acting on behalf of the king, and acting on behalf of the king, do you really know nothing
The battle continued, and those who were able to move spontaneously established a line of defense to protect the severely wounded. Although the coalition had a large number of people, the thirteen Shaolin Wudang disciples were now in a group with no one else. The Tang Sect disciples were seriously wounded and killed half of the battle. Friends who buy high stolen doors are suitable for wandering, and positional warfare is not dominant. If the swordsmen of Suomen are just liberated from the battle, Jing Muya really can't draw people to organize the line of defense. That's right, Drinking Blood is now fighting fiercely with Yin and Yang, and the command of the battlefield has been handed over to Elder Jing. As a senior in the rivers and lakes, he obviously has this capital.
Dou Mu Hao hasn’t moved since he stepped into the battlefield. He is the last reserve team. Feng had specially asked him before he came. He didn’t have to worry about it even when the sky fell. His role was to deal with the unexpected and what it was, Dou Mu. Hao once asked carefully, and Feng just said indifferently, "If Xiao Yuhe is there, it will be an accident. Then you will go up and block him and delay the retreat for everyone." God, Feng regards himself as a Tathagata Buddha. , To resist Xiao Yuhe alone, he really dare to say. But complaining and complaining, Dou Mu Hao is really motionless now, ready to meet the danger that may come.
"The one from Suomen, yes, it's you, make up to this position! Hurry up! Get me moving!" Jing Lao's throat was almost roaring, and he was defending six with a dozen active guys. The enemy's sneak attack is indeed not as difficult as usual. Since Jing Muyan and Doctor Mo joined the battlefield, the enemy’s combat thinking has changed from a surprise attack to a sneak attack. The difference between the words is a thousand miles away. The surprise attack just now can also provide a one-to-one frontal defense. People have headaches, and ghosts know where these guys will come out.
Of course, the enemy also suffered casualties. Two were killed in the battle, and the rest were all wounded. But when it comes to combat effectiveness, Sorman’s friends might be able to compete with them one-on-one. The rest of the players are really incapable. There is no physical strength to fight them. Behind the sparse defensive front is Doctor Mo's home field. He is methodically bandaging the wounds of the seriously wounded, and even taking out a scalpel to begin field surgery.
"Old Jing, hold your hand, this child is about to hold on." In front of Doctor Mo was a Tang Sect disciple. His throat was smashed by something unknown, and his throat was stuck in the air. Doctor Mo's side Help him connect the trachea, let the air continue to maintain his faint fire of life, while disinfecting and suturing, at this time Jing Lao’s biomimetic magic comes in handy, sand and cement-like medicine fills the wound tightly, and finally Covered with artificial skin, the dying guy became stable in an instant, and even said thank you.
"Ah!" "Not good, the enemy attack! It's in the southeast!" "There are also in the southwest!" The front comrades were attacked by the enemy again. I don't know which of the unlucky guys hit the enemy's throwing knife, Xuri Rat His motorcycle quickly shuttled through the crowd and brought the wounded back in a blink of an eye. It turned out to be a disciple of Gaobuy, who was too tired to avoid the hidden weapons of the enemy.
"Hold it up!" Doctor Mo held the patient, and forced two slender fingers into the bloody tissues, and pulled out the three-inch-long flying knife. The old hand had already treated the wound, and the blood had already stopped, but Doctor Mo took the flying knife in his hand and sniffed carefully, and formulated a miraculous antidote.