Spirit Walker

Dance? Ou Xiangrong was stunned for a moment, but his mind couldn't turn around for a while.

This supernatural prop actually invited him to dance.

Ou Xiangrong sneered, of course he couldn't dance with the enemy's dancing shoes during the battle. He immediately bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood on Liu Ren's white blade.

As an experienced Spirit Realm Walker and an evil profession, he has fought with Night Wandering Gods a lot and knows the skill characteristics of this profession.

Supernatural props are known for their weirdness. Ou Xiangrong was entangled with a supernatural prop for several days, and it was very difficult to deal with.

But the disadvantage is also obvious, that is, the actual lethality is slightly insufficient.

In addition, spiritual props are generally afraid of things with strong yang energy, such as props that are suspected of residing in resentment, can be suppressed with a bite of blood.

Not a big problem.

The red dancing shoes that fell together waited for a few seconds. Seeing that the human being in front of him was unwilling to dance with him, he seemed to be angry. A dark red shimmer appeared on the body of the shoes, and in a rapid "da da" sound, he rushed towards Ou Xiangrong.

Ou Xiangrong stood still and waited for the red dancing shoes to approach. When it jumped to the front of the car to attack him, he calmly waved his willow blade, trying to inflict heavy damage on the resentful spirit residing in the shoes.

However, the blade slashed through the dancing shoes, but it didn't have the feel of slicing the real thing. This pair of weird red dancing shoes seemed to be in another time and space, and did not exist in reality.

"Bang bang!"

The next moment, Ou Xiangrong was kicked twice in the chest and face.

He felt Zhang Yuanqing's heart stopped beating from the pain just now, and it was difficult to breathe. At the same time, his face was in burning pain, and warm liquid flowed out of his nose.

This, this is not a prop for the Yeyoushen profession.... Ou Xiangrong looked stunned and bewildered, and said in doubt:

"Void?"

The characteristics of this item look a bit like a foreign occupation. How can a level 1 night wanderer have the props of a foreign occupation?

Before he could think about it, in Ou Xiangrong's sight, the strange pair of dancing shoes turned and trampled over again.

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

Ou Xiangrong lunged forward, sprinted, rolled, or evaded with the help of vehicles, tossing and turning in the spacious underground garage, he avoided most of the trampling of the red shoes.

But unfortunately, he was still trampled several times. Every time he was trampled, it caused him great pain. The injuries left by the fierce battle last night broke out, and his organs oozing blood.

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

He was once again deeply aware of the terribleness of rule-based props.

Its pursuit cannot be destroyed or interrupted, and the target can only passively endure its pursuit, unless its rules are broken, that is, dancing.

But this is unrealistic. Even if Ou Xiangrong succumbed to the red shoes and danced with shame, he would intervene and make mistakes in his dancing.

And if the steps go wrong, it's all in vain.

However, Zhang Yuanqing also had a clear understanding of the power of the bewitching demon. With the strength of the red dancing shoes, Ou Xiangrong could even handle it.

The body is terrifyingly strong.

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

Zhang Yuanqing was clear-headed, he had to make a sneak attack before the opponent escaped.

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

Bang bang!

Once again, Ou Xiangrong couldn't dodge in time, and was kicked in the face by the red dancing shoes. He staggered back, and his eyes were black and dizzy.

Chance!

Zhang Yuanqing rushed out like a cheetah. He grabbed the demon pestle and ran wildly, running out an arc-shaped parabola and going around behind Ou Xiangrong.

He ruthlessly handed out the demon pestle to his back.

"Om!"

Suddenly, a dense fog of white light blocked the three-edged spikes of the Demon-Fufu pestle.

This power comes from the bronze waist card held tightly in Ou Xiangrong's left hand, an ancient waist card full of cracks and blood, like an item of a battle-hardened veteran.

This is Zhao Yingjun's defense tool.

"Defensive props?"

Zhang Yuanqing, who had failed the sneak attack, froze in his heart, made a mistake, and walked around Ou Xiangrong.

This time, under the cover of red dancing shoes, he was not "instantly killed" by this bewitching demon, and escaped several times of blades and punches.

Click!

Finally, under the high-frequency blows of the demon-busting pestle and the red dancing shoes, the bronze waist plate shattered into pieces, and the white light collapsed into shavings of light.

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

Ou Xiangrong seemed to be waiting for this moment, and scarlet appeared in his eyes, and twisted and evil runes appeared.

Bewitched!

Zhang Yuanqing's brain thumped, he lost his ability to think, as if he had forgotten that he was in a battle, and at the same time, a voice echoed in his mind:

Put down your weapons and don't resist. Drop your weapons, don't resist...  

Ou Xiangrong laughed wickedly, and the willow blade scratched at the neck of the young Yeyoushen.

He would rather endure the attack of those terrifying dancing shoes than use this defensive item, which is to wait for Yeyoushen to take the initiative to attack.

This prop from the scout profession has long been half damaged. If it is used in advance, it will be completely damaged if it resists the dancing shoes for a moment.

He simply endured it, deliberately sold a flaw, and lured the other party to take the initiative.

As he expected, this young night wandering **** was inexperienced and couldn't hold back his temper, so he was really fooled.

However, just before the blade slid across the young Yeyoushen's neck, Ou Xiangrong saw the opponent's body suddenly collapse, and the willow blade swept across his scalp, cutting off a few strands of hair.

The pair of red dancing shoes that were chasing and beating him, at some point in time, appeared on Yeyoushen's feet, and forced him to make a one-word horse movement to avoid his own throat slit.

At the same time, Yeyoushen, who was supposed to be bewitched, flashed golden light in his eyes, and instantly got rid of the state of confusion and ecstasy. He flicked his legs and slammed himself into Ou Xiangrong.

Ou Xiangrong didn't expect such a situation at all. He didn't expect that the mere level 1 Night Wandering God would be able to get rid of his own bewitchment.

At this time, he still maintained the posture of swinging the knife, unable to withdraw his strength, he could only watch the brass pestle stab into his chest.

"Pfft!"

The flesh and blood were torn apart, and a round of golden light erupted from the tip of the demon-subduing pestle, burning out the vitality in the chest.

Ou Xiangrong's eyes darkened, and he almost fainted in pain, but after all, he was a bewitched demon who had experienced a hundred battles. He exploded his potential when he was about to die. He pulled his right arm back and dragged the willow blade towards Yeyoushen's throat.

At the same time, tighten the muscles of the left arm, flick the elbow joint, and let the left fist turn into a large gun full of power, stabbing the enemy's shoulder with a snap.

Zhang Yuanqing raised his head fiercely, dodging the sharp blade that cut his throat, and was immediately hit in the shoulder by Ou Xiangrong's punch, which flew out like a broken sandbag.

Bang!

Zhang Yuanqing collided with a commercial car, and the car window was full of cracks. Before the falling figure fell to the ground, he was wiped off every inch and disappeared from Ou Xiangrong's field of vision.

He once again entered the state of night tour.

Ou Xiangrong didn't look at him, he staggered towards Xu Yingying.

His heart was destroyed, and now the only thing that can save him is the blood of living people. He needs to kill people to put himself into a violent state.

Then he rushed out of the underground garage and washed the campus with blood. With the bloodthirsty characteristics of the bewitched demon, he repaired his injuries and reversed life and death.

Only in this way, his moral value will definitely drop below 60, he will be wanted by the spirit realm, and he will be besieged and killed by the spirit realm walkers in the whole city, but now he can't care about that much.

"Da da da......"

Two dark red shimmers appeared out of thin air, turned into a pair of brand-new red dancing shoes, and killed Ou Xiangrong.

At this time, Ou Xiangrong heard the sound of footsteps as the death knell, the sigh of the **** of death, and the judgment of the King of Hell.

"Boom!"

Ou Xiangrong's face was trampled, his face was **** and bloody, he fell down uncontrollably, but at the last moment, Ou Xiangrong threw out the willow blade in his hand.

The weapon with a total length of forty centimeters turned into a silver light and shot towards Xu Yingying in the distance.

Ou Xiangrong stared at the blade.

Ding!

Suddenly, sparks sputtered, and the willow blade was knocked flying by a brass pestle protruding out of the void, and a figure appeared beside Xu Yingying.

It was Zhang Yuanqing.

Seeing this scene, the hope in Ou Xiangrong's eyes turned into despair and unwillingness.

At this moment, red dancing shoes fell from the sky, trampled on his face, collapsed the bridge of his nose, cracked his lips, and the two eyes he stepped on burst out.

Ou Xiangrong spasmed a few times in his hands and feet, completely cutting off his vitality.

Zhang Yuanqing sat down beside Xu Yingying and let out a long sigh, as if collapsed.

At this moment, anger was rolling in his chest, and his hands and feet kept shaking.

This is not fear, but the mental excitement brought about by the surge of adrenaline. When people are in danger and urgently need to save themselves, adrenaline will be secreted frantically. In this state, people will kill in the true sense without blinking an eye.

Commonly known as the top!

The battle plan was successful.

Before the battle, he had already thought very clearly that the only thing he needed to avoid was the opponent's bewitching skills, so before he decided to make a sneak attack, he had already sacrificed to the demon pestle.

One of the functions of the demon pestle is purification.

And the second form of the red dancing shoes is the basis for him to dare to fight closely, and it really helped him avoid the deadly slit-throat attack.

Marking, bewitching, berserk, melee... All of Ou Xiangrong's abilities, he has calculated it clearly, and made a target. If he still can't win, Zhang Yuanqing feels that there is no need to mess around.

After breathing for a few minutes, Zhang Yuanqing calmed down his turbulent emotions, and heard a spirit realm prompt beside his ear:

[Ding, you killed a level 3 bewitching demon, gained 30 morality points, 15 reputation points, and the reputation was turned on. 】

Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, and quickly opened the character attribute panel, and found that there was an additional column of prestige.

Reputation? Does killing spirit walkers of the opposing faction reward reputation? As an old gamer, he is no stranger to prestige, but he doesn't know what is the use of prestige in the spiritual world.

Zhang Yuanqing thought for a while, and decided to leave it alone, and went back to the official forum to inquire.

Compared with the prestige of spiritual rewards, the trophies in reality made him more concerned.

He got up and walked to Ou Xiangrong's body, kicked his eyes under the car, and dragged the body into the shadows in the corner.

After groping carefully on the corpse, he found a mobile phone and a wallet.

The mobile phone is an old-fashioned phone that can only make calls. The wallet is bloated. When I open it, there is a stack of hundred-yuan bills and a fake ID card.

Zhang Yuanqing counted it carefully, "As a wanted criminal, he only has more than 1,500 yuan with him, does that make sense..."

Confiscated! He pulled the money out and raced it into his pocket.

Then, he walked into the distance and picked up the sharp willow blade.

The moment he touched the weapon, a message appeared in his field of vision:

[Name: Bloodthirsty Blade]

【Type: Weapon】

[Function: Bleeding, Bloodthirsty, Armor Break]

[Introduction: A powerful bewitching demon fed this knife with its own blood essence, and over time, it became extremely bloodthirsty. Its blade can cut through hard steel, and the wounds it cuts are difficult to heal. It absorbs the blood of its prey and feeds it back to its owner, making it stronger. 】

[Note: I don't want to know that the master's knife is not a good knife. 】

"This knife looks awesome. If it killed Xu Yingying just now, Ou Xiangrong would be able to get the weapon back... Fortunately, I kept an eye on it and stayed by Xu Yingying's side."

Zhang Yuanqing ran back to Ou Xiangrong's body again, took off the scabbard from his lower waist, equipped it on himself, and inserted the "Bloodthirsty Blade" into the scabbard.

This knife is still unowned at present. If you want it to recognize the owner, it is easy to put it in the inventory.

But Zhang Yuanqing didn't want to accept it for the time being, because the [Remarks] in the item information made people a little flustered.

The bloodthirsty blade should belong to the price item, and that line of remarks is the price of using it.

Combined with the introduction of this knife, Zhang Yuanqing can probably guess what the price of this knife is. There are only two kinds. First, whoever gets this knife will be cursed and die tragically.

Second, this knife requires the owner to feed it with blood and essence on a regular basis. This is the most likely.

It's feeding blood essence again. A demon-busting pestle has already made me anemic. If I add this bloodthirsty blade, how can I live?

At this time, Zhang Yuanqing saw the red dancing shoes "da da da" walking in front of him, and as soon as they fell together, a message appeared:

[Would you like to dance with me? If so, please stay where you are. 】

He just remembered that he hadn't put the item back in the inventory, and was about to refuse it and withdraw the item when he suddenly received a prompt from the spirit realm:

[Note that you need to dance every time you use this item. If you refuse, the red shoes will no longer appreciate you and will hunt you down. 】

Zhang Yuanqing opened his mouth a little in surprise. This was the first time he used the red dancing shoes in reality after he took over them. He didn't expect to pay such a price for using this rule-based item.

Kill you if you don't dance with me? This is too pitiful... Zhang Yuanqing got up with a smile on his face, "I am very happy."

Soon, there was a crisp tap sound in the empty and quiet parking garage.

This time, Zhang Yuanqing did not stimulate the old illness, but completed a dance with his extraordinary physique, but the dance steps were frequently wrong.

Fortunately, as the master, he was not attacked by the red dancing shoes.

After the dance, the red shoes stepped back with his right foot, stood on tiptoes, and made a curtsy.

Just as he put the red dancing shoes back into the inventory, his ears moved slightly, and he heard the sound of rapid footsteps coming from the steep slope.

Looking at the reputation, he saw that Li Dongze was leading Guan Ya and seven or eight spiritual practitioners who were born in the realm, rushing into the underground garage.

Some of them carry guns, some carry knives, some hold cats... fully armed.

Fortunately, fortunately, the dance has been completed... Zhang Yuanqing is extremely lucky.

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ps: Change first and then change.