Whoosh!

The attack missed, and the young man in pure white attire kicked off the earthen wall behind the cat-faced old lady, and retreated out in the shadow.

Another figure with a similar face to him raised his shotgun without hesitation after seeing the gesture, and immediately provided fire cover.

The cat-faced old lady screamed and moved her limbs together, and the hair on her face stood up like a cat.

She quickly distanced herself from the two Wang Jins and stood in a triangle shape.

Gorgeous clothes and windbreakers were floating in the air, and two figures, one black and one white, grinned at the same time.

"It's really amazing."

Hu Ling, who was hiding in the distance, murmured to himself.

The scene in front of me was like two Wang Jins fighting each other.

But she understood that the only person who knew the effect of each bullet in the shotgun was Wang Jin.

The clone that suddenly appeared was only responsible for shooting when it saw Wang Jin waving.

Bird hunting bullets, deer hunting bullets, white phosphorus bullets, thermite bullets.

These various types of ammunition gave Hu Ling, who preferred cold weapons, a headache just thinking about it.

However, every shot of Wang Jin can play the greatest role at the most critical moment.

It's like all this is in his calculations.

It's a terrifying strategy with astonishing execution.

Those who can perform like this are either veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles, or they are one-in-a-million geniuses.

And Wang Jin is both.

It was precisely because of this that the cat-faced old lady, who could transform herself into a semi-spiritual body, did not cause any harm to him.

Of course, this is just a matter of time.

The shotgun does not have unlimited ammunition, and Wang Jin does not want to use up too much energy.

He was waiting for Hu Ling's action to end.

Unfortunately, Hu Ling seems to be preparing something quite troublesome.

"I will launch an attack in half a minute."

Hu Ling's figure appeared for a moment, as if he specifically asked Xiao Hei to turn off the ghost blowing lamp and pass on the message.

"knew."

Wang Jin nodded, and his pupils gradually turned pure black.

After just a few minutes of fighting, he had already figured out some patterns.

The cat-faced old lady used her semi-spiritual state to avoid the spear attack, but she had to jump up in embarrassment to avoid the shotgun blast used as cover.

In other words, there are certain limits on the single use time and use interval of semi-spiritual transformation.

To put it simply, it doesn't last long and has a cooling effect.

Otherwise, she could just keep driving her semi-spiritual body and scratch everyone to death.

What Wang Jin has to do now is to let the cat-faced old lady's semi-spiritual state enter the cooling state again.

Phew.

Wang Jin cut his palm open with a nail sword.

Bright red blood dripped to the ground, and the cat-faced old lady's body suddenly twitched.

Wang Jin's inspiration can attract strange talk, and he himself is a young man with tender flesh.

For the cat-faced old lady, she is a perfect prey.

Then the monster's strange eyes glowed green, and a smile appeared on its half-human, half-cat face.

But instead of looking for Wang Jin, she turned around and rushed towards Wangcai.

The cat-faced old lady still knows which prey is easier to catch.

"Ouch!"

The cat-faced old lady crawled on the ground with all four limbs at an incredible speed.

Facing the threat, Wangcai subconsciously pulled the trigger.

Click.

The inaudible sound of gears sounded.

Wangcai was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Wang Jin.

The meaning is obvious.

No more bullets.

Wang Jin also knew this, but he didn't give any instructions and just smiled at Wangcai.

The latter had followed Wang Jin for so long and understood his thoughts instantly.

At this moment, the cat-faced old lady rushed forward.

So Wangcai raised the shotgun and almost thrust the muzzle into the opponent's mouth.

"Bang!"

Wangcai opened his mouth and imitated the sound of a shotgun perfectly.

The cat-faced old lady didn't know he was out of bullets.

So the monster did not hesitate to turn himself into a semi-spirit to avoid the approaching shotgun.

"Find a way to control her!"

Hu Ling's voice sounded.

It looks like she's almost ready.

"good."

Wang Jin nodded and waved to summon the Scarlet Armed Forces.

This piece of equipment has been beside Hu Ling just now to control blood poison.

call--

The red cloud composed of metal debris flew happily towards Wang Jin.

The blood poison just now has been completely swallowed by it, which gave the Scarlet Armed Forces a huge appetite.

And now, Wang Jin, whose palms are bleeding, also has a fatal attraction for it.

"Surround."

Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and gave the order without hesitation.

Iron clouds hovered, surrounding the semi-spiritual cat-faced old lady in the middle.

This encirclement is not very big, but it can ensure that the old lady cat cannot touch the boundary before the semi-spiritual body is over.

Even if she wanted to break through after that, she would still have to take the slashing attack from the scarlet weapon, and her speed would definitely be slowed down a bit.

Wang Jin not only successfully defeated the semi-spirit, but also temporarily controlled the cat-faced old lady.

"If I had a reliable partner like you, I might become a minister-level figure."

Hu Ling sighed softly and threw the things in his hands out.

Those were the bells she had been stringing together with red string and wearing on her wrists and ankles.

But now, those red ropes were roughly dismantled and reassembled, and weaved into a small square net.

The red rope seemed to be soaked and had a strange sheen.

When the small net passed in front of Wang Jin, he smelled the strong aroma of wine and saw the four bells falling on the four corners of the net.

The bell that was originally difficult to make a sound frantically absorbed the wine on the red net, and made a clear and sweet sound without shaking.

"Liu Ling."

The woman's long hair was flying, and she made a hand seal while roaring.

The bells swayed at the same time, as if responding to the call.

The next second, the small network became extremely huge.

The cat-faced old lady who had just finished her semi-spiritual state subconsciously wanted to run out, but was startled by the scarlet weapon.

She hesitated for a moment, then chose a direction and rushed forward.

The iron cloud shrank instantly, and countless tiny blades rolled crazily.

Cut off half of her foot.
To be continued...