Sword Saints Should Go Tank

Fighting is the normal state of barbarians, life and death, they are also bearish.

With Huang Chen's assistance, it was still very easy to clean up the slaughterhouse, but it also took a lot of energy, so they took a rest.

When the strength recovered to a certain level, Huang Xing and the others walked out of here.

Seeing that there were still some evil spirits in the village, and those evil spirits were driven to gather towards the center, Huang Xing gave orders directly.

"Others, a team of three, go to clean up the evil spirits."

"You guys, let me see if you can support General Liao."

Having said that, Huang Xing took Ya and a few strong men and walked slowly to the central square to see if they could help.

Because the village was almost leveled by Huang Xing, Huang Xing and the others who were walking quickly approached the battle circle between Liao and the sculpture.

There is no idea of ​​going too far, the master of the deceitful realm is obviously stronger than other evil spirits, Huang Xing and others, it is likely to be a burden, to implicate him.

Therefore, a group of barbarians were hundreds of meters away, watching the battle between Liao and the evil spirit.

Of course, even within a few hundred meters, only the bone warriors and strong men like Ji Hongdie can get close.

Ordinary barbarian fighters were all sent around by Huang Xing to hunt other evil spirits.

After watching for a while, Huang Xing showed a relaxed face.

From his point of view, the rook is obviously stronger, every blow it strikes, even if Huang Xing is wearing a heavy armor, he may not be able to catch it.

And the evil spirits in the field seemed unable to hold on.

The reason why the sculpture can persist for such a long time is obviously due to its fast speed.

The speed is fast and the body is flexible, which makes most of Liao's attacks come to nothing.

However, as time passed, Huang Xing could clearly see that Xie Chong was a little tired of coping with Liao's attack.

"This paradox has three fulcrums, the incense burner, the slaughterhouse, and this sculpture. Among them, this sculpture is the master of the paradox, and the other two are just auxiliary."

"The censer in it made the whole strange world full of mist. The sculptures at that time were covered by mist, and could hide at any time before attacking suddenly. This made Liao's body covered with scars, but without the mist, its threat would be less More than half."

"I don't know how the attack on the slaughterhouse will affect it."

Huang Xing was thinking, but soon, he knew.

The extremely fast sculptures can often attack the fangs, but Huang Xing slowly discovered that after the slaughterhouse was destroyed, the attack of the evil spirit gradually weakened. Now it can attack the fangs, but it cannot break the fangs. defended.

"we won."

Even the defense couldn't be breached, Huang Xing really couldn't find a way to win the sculpture, and this idea also appeared in other barbarians.

"Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!"

The barbarians watching slowly let out an angry roar. They were cheering on the beasts, and they were also deterring the evil spirits.

Roaring is the tradition of the barbarians. Whether it is fighting or hunting, the barbarians will make a loud noise. In that sound, most of the prey will run away in a hurry.

At this time, the barbarians onlookers were unable to enter the battlefield due to their strength, but they could still roar to strengthen their momentum and scare the enemy.

And it actually worked.

Following the barbarian's roar, Huang Xing found that the strength and speed of the fangs were faster.

On the other hand, Xie Chong, amidst the chaotic sounds of more and more barbarians roaring and beating their weapons and armor, gradually became a little chaotic.

"In this world, the will is real, and if it can suppress people, the evil is over."

It was indeed over. Amidst the roars of the barbarians, Xie Chong finally got confused. As soon as his nimble footsteps got confused, he was seized by the experienced dog.

"Die to me."

Holding up the battle ax with both hands, the fangs slammed down fiercely.

The flexible sculpture, unable to dodge this time, can only raise the shield in his hand to defend.

It's just that the strength of the dragon itself is one level higher than that of this sculpture, and its defense has no effect at all.

"Boom"

In a burst of explosions, the fangs transformed into a wild boar directly smashed the shield in Xie Chong's hand, and this slash not only smashed the shield, but also broke half of Xie Chong's body.

Even so, Xie Chong was not dead yet, and the spear in her hand stabbed straight at Fang.

But the next moment, Liao didn't dodge, but swung the battle ax in his hand, resisted the attack, and cut the evil spirit in half.

Maybe it was experience, or maybe it was turning into a wild boar, which made him a little irritable.

In short, even though the evil creature was cut into two halves, Liao still didn't relax, but slashed wildly until the sculpture was completely smashed into pieces, then Liao let out a breath, stood up and roared angrily.

And this also made the barbarians even more violent.

"Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!"

The battle roar after the victory infected Huang Xing, and he roared several times.

At the same time, after the sculpture was completely broken, Huang Xing also breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Xie Chong was not beheaded by him in the end, it was a good thing that the Deceitful Realm was destroyed.

However, when Huang Xing and the others were cheering, what happened later made their expressions completely freeze.

That already shattered sculpture suddenly condensed into an illusory figure when Liao cheered.

The figure appeared from behind Liao, and screamed sharply at Liao.

"Be careful, Liao, that evil spirit is not dead..."

The first time the phantom appeared, Huang Xing reminded him loudly that there were quite a few people who did it with him.

However, there was no need for Huang Xing and others to remind him. When the phantom figure appeared, Liao had a reaction.

Immediately, he turned around and swept the battle ax back while spinning.

"Whirlwind!"

But this sweep was in vain. When he turned his head, as if some condition had been met, the illusory figure suddenly jumped forward and entered Liao's body.

Following the evil spirit, Liao's figure froze in an instant, and the whole person stopped in place like a sculpture.

Such a scene also made Huang Chen feel a little cold.

"Damn it, what the hell is that?"

"The second evil spirit, or the evil spirit just now, is not dead at all?"

When Huang Xing was puzzled, Liao, who was standing in place, finally reacted. He smiled at Huang Xing and the others with a strange expression on his face, and took a step forward suddenly.

This action made the other barbarians clenched their weapons tightly, and their bodies trembled a little.

They, thinking of the worst scenario, Liao, was occupied by that evil spirit.

Fortunately, the worst didn't happen.

After all, Liao is a realm of will above flesh and blood. A barbarian in this realm has a fighting spirit and is difficult to be possessed.

Just taking a step, Liao's footsteps suddenly stopped, and that weird smiling face also suddenly changed, turning into an angry face.

"You, you can't control me!"