Before he had time to think about it, in Ou Xiangrong's sight, the weird pair of dancing shoes turned around and trampled on them again.

He didn't care about wiping his nosebleeds, he put his arms across his chest, and with two bang bang bang bang, the bewitching demon was kicked and rolled off the roof of the car.

Ou Xiangrong either pounced forward, sprinted, rolled over, or evaded with the help of a vehicle, tossing and turning in the spacious underground garage, he avoided most of the trampling of the red shoes.

Unfortunately, however, he was trampled several times, and every time he was trampled on, he was in excruciating pain. The injuries left by the fierce battle last night broke out, and his organs ooze blood.

Well, so strong... The useless master Zhang Yuanqing watched the battle of the red shoes, dumbfounded.

He was once again deeply aware of the horror of regular props.

Its pursuit cannot be destroyed or interrupted, and the target can only passively accept its pursuit unless its rules are broken, which is to dance.

But this is unrealistic. Even if Ou Xiangrong succumbs to the red shoes and dances tap dancing with shame, he himself will intervene and make mistakes in his dancing.

And if the dance moves wrong, it's all in vain.

However, Zhang Yuanqing also had a clear understanding of the power of the bewitching demon. With the trampling strength of the red dancing shoes, Ou Xiangrong was able to withstand it.

The physical strength is terrifying.

"Ou Xiangrong will not wait to die foolishly. When he realizes that he can only be beaten passively and cannot fight back, he will definitely choose to run away..."

Zhang Yuanqing is clear-headed, he must sneak attack before the other party escapes.

I don't want to kill the enemy, but I must delay this murderer.

bang bang!

Once again, Ou Xiangrong couldn't dodge in time, and was kicked in front of the door by the red dancing shoes, he staggered back, his eyes went dark, and he became dizzy.

Chance!

Zhang Yuanqing rushed out like a cheetah, he grabbed the crouching pestle and ran wildly, running an arc-shaped parabola, and circled behind Ou Xiangrong.

Vigorously handed out the crouching pestle to his back.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a dense white light blocked the three-edged spikes of the crouching pestle.

This power comes from the bronze waist plate that Ou Xiangrong holds tightly in his left hand, an ancient waist plate full of cracks and blood stains, like an item of a battle-tested veteran.

This is Zhao Yingjun's defensive item.

"Defensive props?"

Zhang Yuanqing, who failed in the sneak attack, was terrified, made a wrong step, and sprinted around Ou Xiangrong. The crouching pestle in his hand struck the wall of white light air again and again, creating ripples of halo.

This time, under the cover of the red dancing shoes, he was not "insta-killed" by the bewitching demon, and avoided several times of blades and fists in a thrilling manner.

Click!

Finally, under the high-frequency blows from the crouching pestle and the red dancing shoes, the bronze waist plate shattered into pieces, and the white light disintegrated into light shavings.

At this time, Zhang Yuanqing's night tour time ended, and his body emerged.

Ou Xiangrong seemed to be waiting for this moment, scarlet eyes appeared, and twisted and strange runes appeared. JrNovels.com