The weasel spirit spit out a breath of evil spirit from its mouth and sprayed it on its paws.
Its claws suddenly seemed to catch a handful of yellow fire, and they grabbed Liu Hou's peach wood sword.
But Liu Hou's mahogany sword was full of Taoist fire that could drive away evil spirits and suppress evil spirits. When the female weasel spirit grabbed it, she screamed in pain.
Let go quickly.
Liu Hou held the sword in his hand reluctantly and raised it upwards.
He was going to chop the weasel spirit on the neck.
The weasel spirit was so frightened that he took a deep breath and let his breath sink.
Just heard a loud pop.
The air ran from my throat to my butt.
Then a large stream of turbid yellow gas, with a strong pungent odor, suddenly spurted out.
The area was soon polluted to the point of being invisible.
Liu Hou suddenly couldn't see anything.
Qin Wenying, who was thrown away by the female weasel spirit, crawled on the ground and climbed to Shen Fan's side.
The two couples hugged each other tightly.
Suddenly, Liu Hou was wrapped in the weasel spirit's fart and disappeared.
Qin Wenying screamed worriedly: "Master Liu Hou, please be careful. The farts of this weasel spirit are not just farts. If you are enveloped by this layer of farts, you will lose your sense of direction."
"I know, I have already seen it in Shen Fan's memory."
Liu Hou smiled coldly.
Others may become helpless if they fall into this weasel spirit's fart.
After all, this move is the killing move of the weasel spirit. It can cover up the five senses of human beings, making it impossible for them to discover the specific location of the weasel spirit.
And that cunning weasel spirit will sneak up on you in the fog.
Tried and true.
But these people do not include Liu Hou.
There is a heavenly book in Liu Houling's platform to help him cheat.
He stood firmly in place, motionless, and even closed his eyes.
Huo Ran, Liu Hou suddenly opened his eyes.
Although he still couldn't see anything, he knew clearly that the weasel spirit had come to his side.
"On the left, at arm's length."
The heavenly book in the spiritual platform is written one stroke at a time.
The sword in Liu Hou's hand suddenly thrust out, and there was only a puff sound.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Blood spurted out, and even the yellow gas around it was dyed red by the blood of the weasel spirit.
An animal paw fell on the ground, moved a few times reflexively, and then stopped moving.
Liu Hou stepped on the broken arm, backhanded his sword, and stabbed it out again.
This time, the weasel spirit escaped by mistake and only received a shallow cut on its belly.
Fortunately, I survived.
The weasel spirit lost his arm, went crazy with pain, and screamed miserably: "Stinky Taoist priest, can you see me?"
"can not see."
Liu Hou shook his head.
This yellow mist irritated my eyes and hurt them. Every time I opened my eyes, it was a kind of torture to my eyeballs.
He didn't lie, he really couldn't see it.
"Then how could you accurately find my location?"
The weasel spirit didn't believe it at all.
Liu Hou said slowly: "If I say I guessed it, would you believe it?"
After saying that, he moved his steps and attacked the weasel spirit again with the sword in his hand accurately.
"I believed you, you still said you couldn't see me."
The weasel spirit was frightened and fled in all directions.
In this strong yellow mist with a strong taste, the Taoist priest held his sword and chased the weasel spirit around.
The female weasel spirit was extremely angry.
It can't think of anything at all. It has exhausted all its mechanisms and calculated all possibilities.
But he never expected that Liu Hou, Cheng Yaojin, who had come out to kill him, would be eliminated.
Liu Hou is obviously not very strong, but he is a real monster.
Not only did he escape from the painted world of the painted demon, but he was also able to chase and fight him with his weak body of eighth-level red fire.
Moreover, he didn't even have the strength to fight back.
After much thought, the weasel spirit wanted to escape again.
There is no need to worry about having green hills and firewood, as long as one life is spared, there will always be a chance to avenge this bloody feud.
It didn't believe that Liu Hou would always stay by the side of the couple and protect them.
Liu Hou, on the other hand, had his own plans in mind.
On the surface, he seemed to be attacking fiercely and had the upper hand.
In fact, he was already at the end of his strength.
To the outside world, the world in the painting was just a blink of an eye. But to him, six days had really passed.
He was hungry and his body was scarred.
So as soon as they met, he took advantage of the female weasel spirit's negligence and cut off her hand.
The purpose is to make this female weasel spirit fear herself and expose more flaws.
It is true that I can't defeat the painted demon, but this female weasel spirit is about as strong as an ordinary first-class orange fire.
Not an elite monster either.
Even if Liu Hou meets him on weekdays, he can win after a hard fight.
What's more, now that he has cut off an arm and cut his belly, his strength has been greatly reduced.
Now that I’m thinking of quitting, how can I still look forward and backward?
The offensive attack must be sure to kill with one move, and the posture must be clean and neat.
To avoid future troubles, we must not let it escape again.
Liu Hou weighed the little Dao fire and strength he had left in his body, and prepared to make a final push.
The female weasel spirit who wanted to give up secretly slipped out of her yellow fart. Liu Hou sneered and bit his fingertips to bleed.
I drew a body-fixing charm on my left palm.
Aiming at the back of the weasel spirit who was about to escape, he gently extended his palm and uttered one word: "Ding."
How did the weasel spirit know that Liu Hou could hold his body in such a way? He was caught off guard and his front feet had already slipped out of his own fart, and he was immediately pinned on the spot.
The monster's eyes widened, and he tried desperately to break free from the restraints of the immobilizing spell.
Liu Hou's holding spell can only hold it for half a second.
But in a life-or-death situation, half a second is enough.
A peach wood sword with a cold light stabbed through the yellow fart.
Disturbing the turbid gas nearby.
But it was Liu Hou who used the few Dao fires left, wrapped the eight-sided Han wooden sword around him, and chopped off the head.
With a killing blow.
Where could the female weasel spirit escape? It was so frightened that its liver and gallbladder split apart, and it tried desperately to escape.
But Liu Hou's sure-kill move had already struck him head-on.
There was a thumping sound in the eardrums of the female weasel spirit, and she knew that it was the sound of her head being separated.
It is unwilling to do so.
The great revenge of the whole family has not yet been avenged.
It is unwilling to die!
Unfortunately, at the last moment of its life, it saw its own body.
Headless corpse.
His head rolled down to the side of Liu Hou's legs.
Then his vision went dark and he was completely plunged into eternal night.
Liu Hou casually flicked the blood on the Huanbamen Han wooden sword, and the yellow farts around him dispersed, gradually revealing his long and standing figure.
Shen Fan and Qin Wenying shouted in surprise at the same time: "Master Liu Hou, great, you are fine!"
They could only hear the messy movements in the yellow fart, but could not see anything.
I don’t even know who will win between Liu Hou and Weasel Spirit.
All I know is that the fight was fierce.
Apparently, Liu Hou won.
The two of them were immediately overjoyed.
Liu Hou forced a smile and suddenly said to the two of them: "Is there anything to eat?"
Shen Fan and Qin Wenying were stunned for a moment before they could speak.
Liu Hou's handsome appearance collapsed, his vision went dark, and he fell to the ground.
It turned out that because I was hungry and seriously injured, I didn't close my eyes and sleep for six days.
Chapter completed!