The bark mask is a prop for the wood demon profession. The wearer can shoot out tiny wooden thorns by exhaling. The lethality is not strong, but the wood thorns contain biological toxins, which can make people paralyzed, painful, and difficult to breathe.

Moreover, there is no limit to the number of spurs that can be sprayed. As long as the user has enough lung capacity, he can keep shooting, which is very cost-effective.

Zhang Yuanqing, wearing the eyes of the seer, sensed the attack of the wooden spike first, stepped on the chest of the earth monster, used his strength to throw himself to the side, rolled over, and avoided the attack of the wooden spike with exceptional agility.

The young earth monster was not so lucky. He was instantly covered by more than a dozen wooden thorns, causing tiny earth-yellow ripples on his body.

The strength of the wooden thorns is not enough to break through the defense of the earth monster.

At this time, Zhang Yuanqing's eyes penetrated the reinforced concrete wall, and saw three powerful walkers running towards the gate.

And behind the building, the official walker who was in charge of guarding the rear was also walking around the nightclub building and rushing towards this side.

It was almost the same. Zhang Yuanqing no longer hesitated, got up and ran towards the street opposite the nightclub.

"Want to run?"

Seeing this, the middle-aged man spat out wooden spikes to block the escape route, and swiftly attacked the enemy's back like an ape.

His palms were like knives, and his skin was quickly stained with tree rings. His palms and five fingers turned into sharp wooden thorns, piercing the enemy's back.

This is a level 3 wood demon, captain-level master.

Zhang Yuanqing, who was running wildly, suddenly stopped, twisted his waist, and stabbed backward with his fist like a carbine.

The middle-aged man raised his left arm horizontally, allowing the skin to produce wood grains and turn it into wood as hard as iron.

"boom"

Zhang Yuanqing dodged the wooden knife turned into his palm, cutting his clothes, and his fist also hit the opponent's crossed forearm, making a dull sound of wood.

thump thump thump. The middle-aged man stepped back again and again, his arm split open with a crack, and streams of blood flowed out from the crack.

Got stronger? !

His face changed slightly.

The level of this bewitching demon has been taught not long ago, and it is not so strong. It stands to reason that when injured by the deacon, the combat power will only decline, not increase.

By the way, the bewitching demon went berserk when he saw blood, he killed someone in the nightclub.

This guy is weaker than I imagined, no, I'm too strong. I'm already level three, and now at night, when the night tour god is the strongest. , can divide life and death.

thump! Zhang Yuanqing ran two quick steps, his feet stomping heavily on the ground, his strength rushed from his tense legs to his shoulders and neck, and finally vented out along his arms.

Snapped!

It was another straight punch with a crisp sound.

The middle-aged man choked for breath, his center of gravity sank, and he swayed to the left like acrobatics, avoiding the fist that exploded the dog's head in a thrilling manner.

Immediately afterwards, he flicked his waist bar and leaped backwards. At the same time, he made two "puff puffs" and sprayed out sharp wooden thorns.

Zhang Yuanqing let the wooden thorn embed into his chest, stepped forward with his right foot, and hit the uppercut from bottom to top.

boom!

The middle-aged man's body was bowed like a shrimp, and his eyeballs suddenly protruded, bloodshot all over. JrNovels.com