Just when I was wondering, he had already put the talisman in his mouth and chewed it.
Once, twice...
The fat Taoist priest seemed to have eaten something delicious. His meaty tongue stirred repeatedly in his mouth, and his saliva formed several sticky lines at the corners of his mouth.
"Gulu."
The quietness of the night made his swallowing sound become louder.
"ha!"
Swallowing the paper ball was like strong wine entering the throat. The fat Taoist opened his mouth and a hissing sound came from his throat.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The moment he opened his mouth, a ghost head as big as a millstone suddenly appeared.
This ghost has two horns staring at it, red eyes and green lips, and a purple face without any hair, even the eyebrows are bald.
It's nonsense to say that he's not afraid of this thing coming out coldly.
In an instant, Mopan's face wrapped around the fat Taoist priest's upper body, and the surrounding scene began to become distorted.
Sometimes the ghost face is in front, and sometimes the fat Taoist priest is in front. One person and one ghost seem to be merging with each other.
With the appearance of this grimace, an uncontrollable fear slowly crawled from the bottom of my heart to my forehead, and turned into drops of sweat falling down.
Even while sitting, my knees started to feel weak.
I even had the urge to kneel down.
"Buzz buzz..."
The sound of beeps woke me up. I was excited all over and turned to look at the katana next to me.
At this time, the wind has stopped, the blade is shaking without wind, and the buzzing sound is endless.
"sieve!"
In the midst of lightning and flint, the fat Taoist priest jumped forward with both hands and rushed towards me with all his limbs exerting force at the same time.
Maybe there was something blessing that made him go very fast. By the time I reacted, he was already in front of me.
I grabbed the handle of the knife with my backhand, and with a sweeping sweep, I temporarily opened the distance between us.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, I turned my back sharply, and with a move of pulling onions from the dry land, I flew up into the air. When I landed, I grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, and the arc of the knife fell with silver light.
The force of this knife can be described as solid, slashing along his Tianling Gai to his chin.
"Ding!"
The sharp blade and his fat face made a sound of metal and stone, and the numbness and pain spread along the handle of the knife to my upper arm.
A few days ago, a worker and I were cutting stones, and when we swung the 15-pound sledgehammer, our arms didn't feel so sore.
The fat Taoist priest sensed my defeat, and his offensive posture turned into a pounce.
Such a powerful attack was indeed not what I expected.
I held the knife in my backhand, resisting and thinking of a way.
The fat Taoist priest's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and he said his first words tonight: "Let's see how long you can last."
Obviously, with the help of this big ghost of unknown origin, he seemed to have a chance to win again.
I was just focused on avoiding his sudden attack and had no time to think about anything else.
If I could get a bottle of chicken blood now and bring out the thunderous yang energy in me, maybe I could change the situation.
But I am now at least ten meters away from the bottle, and the fat Taoist priest's offensive continues unabated, forcing me to continue to retreat.
When I played in the Octagon with Ji Canghai before, he told me one thing.
If you can't see the opponent's approach or can't find a flaw, don't rush into it. This is useless except for consuming physical energy.
In this case, the only solution is to try punches and steps.
I immediately stopped retreating and crossed my legs back and forth repeatedly, which looked a bit like a lunge.
The professional player's method really worked. This irregular pace made the fat Taoist priest stop.
When he was stunned, the long knife in my hand had already drawn out.
However, I didn't use all my strength. The moment I touched his body, I immediately pulled back.
This is what is called a trial punch.
The method Ji Canghai taught me is indeed effective. After a few rounds, I have found the fat Taoist priest's flaw.
He does move very fast, but his hand speed obviously cannot keep up, at least a second slower than mine.
My advantage is the long sword, and his disadvantage is his slow hands.
In this way, I already have a way to break the situation.
I feinted back and forth a few times and stabbed his ribs diagonally with my upper body. The fat Taoist tried to control me with his lower hand, but what he didn't know was that it was a feint.
At this time, all the power was on the blade, and my feet immediately relaxed, and my whole body floated out with the blade.
The blade of the knife swayed and was pointed straight at his Adam's apple. For a moment, two fat hands were raised to tightly protect the middle door.
Although the long knife is sharp, there is no chance of making a mistake.
The triumphant look returned to his face, and I smiled too.
All his attention was on protecting the middle gate, and he didn't care about the wide opening of the bottom plate.
I suddenly pulled the knife back and whipped my low whip leg towards the crook of his leg.
