Sword Saints Should Go Tank

The evil spirit is terrifying, and Huang Xing is even more terrifying than the evil spirit in battle, but this image of the evil spirit did not make the barbarian timid, but made the barbarian feel at ease.

And just as they were discussing, a gust of wind blew up. Under the gust of wind, the smoke and dust from Huang Xing's blow just now dissipated instantly, revealing the situation inside.

At this time, a huge pothole had appeared on the edge of the square in the center of the village, and Huang Xing was standing in the center of the pothole.

As for Xie Chong, well, the broken piece of iron on the ground can be regarded as Xie Chong's body.

That evil creature with great power, able to wrestle with barbarian fighters, and whose body could even burst out blades, was completely smashed to pieces by Huang Xing. This is Huang Xing's current strength after reaching the barbarian fighters.

[The system prompts that the host has eliminated the black coffin-level evil-sword slave, and gained a thousand experience points]

After ignoring the system and smashing the evil creature covered in blades, Huang Xing looked around in the fog and roared angrily.

"Xie Chong, come on, fuck me head-on."

Roaring like this was a direct provocation, but after being so provocative, the fog did not move at all.

After roaring, Huang Xing even walked around the fog.

But walking down this circle, Huang Xing found that there were no dark shadows in the mist anymore.

The mist at this time is quiet, without a trace of movement, like a dead thing.

However, Huang Xing didn't think it was a dead thing, and the next moment, the movement of the mist also confirmed Huang Xing's guess.

When Huang Xing was cruising around in the mist, suddenly, the calm mist, as if blown by the wind, suddenly rolled violently.

A large amount of fog, like a sea tide swept by a strong wind, surged towards the center of the village one after another.

Such a move angered the totem in the center of the village. When the mist rolled, the totem also burned violently. The burning totem field made the mist that rolled in, and the next moment, it turned into gunpowder smoke and cleared away.

However, looking at the tangible and qualitative totem, and then looking outside, there was a sea of ​​mist that couldn't be seen at a glance, Huang Xing didn't think that the totem could win.

"However, although the totem pole cannot be completely resisted, the sky will soon be bright. If it is resisted for an hour or two, the totem pole will wear down a lot, but it should be able to survive."

"And for an hour or two, after dawn, everything will be fine."

"People from Wang Ting will also arrive tomorrow. If that's the case, our village is still safe."

The tide-like mist is indeed turbulent.

And it spread like this, instead of a single evil, Huang Xing was the worst at dealing with it.

But Huang Xing is not good at totem poles, but he is best at defending against such things. Therefore, Huang Xing feels that if this continues, they can hold on.

However, it was obvious that the evil spirits in the treacherous realm could destroy five surrounding villages, and Wu Zhu's face changed drastically when he heard it. Their abilities were definitely more than that.

And the reality is that things are going in the worst direction.

The fire totem can resist the fog and weaken the evil spirits.

With Huang Xing present, even a single evil spirit can't get in, but this kind of flame totem has a weakness, and its resistance to sound is not very effective.

And in that treacherous realm, there are evil spirits that rely on sound to kill the enemy, such as the little drum demon that Huang Xing killed before, such as the magic flute that sounded just now.

And now, that weird sound of the magic flute sounded again.

What made Huang Xing's face even more ugly was that the sound that sounded this time was not just the magic flute.

Drums, gongs, the sound of beating broken bowls, etc., all kinds of sounds suddenly erupted from the center of the fog.

What is even more uncomfortable is that the large number of voices gathered together should be extremely messy.

But when Huang Xing listened, he felt his own melody.

What's more, Huang Xing actually heard a sense of sacredness from it, and the messy voice actually made his senses feel good.

It's just that such an idea just appeared in Huang Xing's mind. In his mind, there was the sound of the sword, no, this time it was not only the sound of the sword, but also the domineering look was activated.

A coercion suddenly burst out around Huang Xing with Huang Chen as the center.

After the coercion and the sound of the sword sounded together, Huang Xing's hearing immediately returned to normal.

After recovering, the sacred voice in his ears immediately became extremely messy and chaotic.

And this also made Huang Xing gasp.

"It should be an illusion, it can make such a piercing voice extremely pleasant. If you go to the 21st century, you will definitely become the most popular idols!"

Thinking wildly in his heart, Huang Xing also touched the long sword in his hand. Although he didn't know the effect of illusion, as a swordsman, with the long sword in his hand, Huang Xing was quite at ease.

Years of sword practice and fighting, now, as long as he has a long sword in his hand, Huang Xing will not be nervous.

However, when touching the long sword, Huang Xing suddenly felt something wrong with his hand. He seemed to have a finger, and he didn't know where to put it.

"What's going on, I have been practicing swords all year round, but I don't know how to hold a sword anymore."

Thinking of this, Huang Xing looked at the left hand holding the long sword, and with this look, Huang Xing immediately understood why he felt that there was a finger, but he didn't know where to put it.

But knowing this didn't make him happy, on the contrary, he felt a chill in his heart.

"Fuck"

After a roar, Huang Xing's blood burst out suddenly, and he entered a battle state.

Don't blame Huang Xing for being so nervous, but what happened in front of him was really beyond Huang Xing's expectation.

On his right hand, at some point, a sixth finger grew out.

Yes, recovering from that voice, the fingers of his right hand became six.

And when Huang Xing looked over, the sixth finger actually raised two fingers towards Huang Chen.

"A sixth finger has grown, no wonder it feels wrong to hold a sword."

Thinking in his heart, Huang Xing kept moving his hands.

The moment he saw that finger, Huang Xing's left hand covered his right hand.

With the cover of the left hand, the fingers that were still moving just now stopped immediately.

And the next moment, the left hand covering the right hand suddenly lit up with a blood-red light.

The soul-thirsty hand was activated by Huang Xing, and this time, Huang Xing attacked himself.

Under the suction of the soul-thirsty hand, Huang Xing's sixth finger was directly sucked out of blood.

The qi and blood sucked out, making Huang Xing's right hand turn pale. Fortunately, as the qi and blood dissipated, Huang Xing's sixth finger also slowly returned to normal.

However, with the disappearance of the fingers, Huang Xing felt it carefully, and actually felt that the blood in his body had decreased a little. Such a situation scared Huang Xing.

"The sixth finger actually grew out of my blood."

"What's going on, there's a sudden change in my body, could it be that the ghost's hands got out of control."

To be honest, Huang Xing wouldn't be surprised if the body was only affected by the evil breath, causing changes in the body.

There are all kinds of weird abilities in the evil spirit. It is possible to make the body bigger, smaller, and become evil.

But the current situation is a bit weird. There is no evil spirit coming in at all, but Huang Xing's blood is actively rioting, causing his body to mutate. Such a situation is frightening.

At the beginning, Huang Xing thought it was a mutation of the ghost hand, but soon, he knew it was not.

Turning his head to look at the surrounding villagers, Huang Xing was so shocked that his voice became hoarse.

"This, what the hell is it!"