Seeing how ferocious the opponent was, Zhao Yu calmed down with his many years of experience as a criminal police officer. He took two steps back and retreated behind Han Zhen. He held the gun in both hands and was on guard, ready to provide support at any time.

Looking at Han Zhen again, he unhurriedly took off the shoulder bag, put one hand in it and fumbled around, and then took out the big killer.

While Zhao Yu was on guard against a surprise attack by the head-down master, he glanced at the magic weapon in Han Zhen's hand from the corner of his eye, but at this glance, he suddenly became uneasy.

I saw the object in Han Zhen's hand blooming with brilliance, precious energy flowing, and strange scripture symbols carved with golden ink on the red background. At this time, these scriptures were flashing with dim golden light.

However, if you take a closer look at the substrate for the inscription, it is square, seven feet long and one palm wide, red and dazzling, and cold and chilly. It is a brick!

"Is this the magic weapon you specially found to restrain the flying head?" Zhao Yu asked with a breath of cold air.

"Exactly," Han Zhen said triumphantly, "I have been thinking about it for a long time? To deal with a head, what is more practical than bricks?"

Zhao Yu was speechless, but when he thought about it carefully, this was really the unpretentious truth. But what Zhao Yu initially expected was to see some high-end magic weapon such as the interaction of yin and yang and the restraint of the five elements. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a trick to defeat the head.

With such a simple principle, could this be the legendary simplicity?

The Toujiang Master on the opposite side didn't give them much time to discuss. While Han Zhen was holding out the bricks, the Toujiang Master had already opened its bloody mouth and flew towards Han Zhen with its sharp fangs exposed.

With the experience of suffering a loss last time, Han Zhen no longer dodges or parries this time, but directly uses offense instead of defense. The Buddhist energy gathers on the brick in his hand and slaps the opponent directly on the forehead.

The head-lowering master probably didn't expect that Han Zhen would not dodge or push forward, but just hit him in the head. His long hair, which was originally used for back moves, danced rapidly and intertwined quickly, blocking his face like a net.

But as soon as the intertwined long hair of steel needles came into contact with the bricks bearing the secret seal of Buddhism, just like the snow in early spring encountering the scorching sun, most of it dissipated in an instant, and the remaining hair was blown away.

There was a "bang" sound, and the brick hit his forehead, and his head was knocked back several feet.

Newton's third law tells us that forces act reciprocally, so no matter how fast the head flies over, the brick will hit the forehead with great force and force. The head is hanging in the air and only feels the blow.

He was beaten so hard that he felt dizzy.

On the other hand, Han Zhen gently shook the Buddhist "secret treasure" in his hand and said disdainfully: "Still these two moves? No new moves?"

Feitou didn't want to argue with him. The green light surged, and the broken hair quickly grew back. The newly grown hair danced, carrying gusts of sinister wind and rushing towards Han Zhen again.

Han Zhen made a lotus seal with one hand and waved bricks with the other. He quickly stepped forward and fought together again.

Zhao Yu next to him wanted to shoot and attack several times, but he was surprised to find that whether it was Han Zhen or the head-lowering master, the two of them fought much faster than last time. The bricks, hair, and fangs were all dancing.

It was airtight. He held the gun and took aim for a long time without getting a chance to intervene.

The head flew around Han Zhen quickly, and his fangs stabbed Han Zhen's vitals several times, but they were all blocked by the bricks in his hands. When the bricks and teeth met, they actually made the sound of gold and iron clashing. After many collisions, Rao

As a result, Flying Head's sharp fangs gradually began to feel sore and swollen at the roots.

However, the steel needle-like hair of Fei's head dancing in the wind also flew past Han Zhen's vitals several times, leaving traces of blood on his body.

The two fought again for a few rounds. Although Han Zhen also had a few scars on his body, he still suppressed Feitou Shou with the help of the bricks in his hands, and even the opponent's muscular face was hit.

Several bloody mouths.

Just when Han Zhen was about to take advantage of the victory, his head flew back several meters with a scream. He stared at Han Zhen in the air and said viciously: "I hope that devouring your flesh and blood can make up for the losses of my move."

Then, bursts of faint blood mist were seen pouring out of Feitou's mouth, gradually dyeing the surrounding air into light red, and the cyan light in the ghostly pupils also turned into an evil red.

The light red mist gradually filled the air, spreading bit by bit towards Han Zhen and Zhao Yu. As the blood mist approached, Han Zhen felt his breathing stagnant, and even the light on the bricks in his hands seemed to be suppressed, and he suddenly felt wary.

But before he could think about how to deal with it, the head floating in the distance seemed to have finished casting the spell, and his eyes flashed red.

The colored light flew towards Han Zhen rapidly. This time the opponent's attack was even more fierce and ghostly, and Han Zhen's movements seemed to be a little slower under the influence of the red mist.

Under this ebb and flow, Han Zhen was no longer able to deal with it calmly. As the ghost heads fluttered and danced around him, blood marks appeared on his body.

Zhao Yu, who had already retreated far away, realized that something was wrong as soon as the blood mist appeared, and quickly covered his mouth and nose. But how long could an ordinary person hold his breath? After a while, even if he let go of his nose.

Hands, Zhao Yu still felt difficult to breathe in the blood mist.

This can't go on like this, Zhao Yu thought to himself, he also saw Han Zhen's decline.

At this extremely critical moment, Zhao Yu suddenly discovered that the headless body of the headless master not far away was no longer curled up, but was sitting on the ground with his knees bent, and the blood-red dress had returned to its original shape.

, even as the blood mist in the air becomes thicker and thicker, the red on the dress is gradually fading.

Could it be? A thought came to Zhao Yu's mind. He glanced at the two people who were still fighting fiercely. Zhao Yu held the gun in his hand and slowly touched the body.

In the blood mist, it became increasingly difficult for Han Zhen to parry. After successive defeats, Han Zhen also became angry. Seeing the opportunity of the ghost leader's sudden advance, he once again threw a brick at his Tianling Cap desperately.

However, this time, the ghost head no longer resisted with his hair, and his head turned slightly in the air. Han Zhen's scalp was brushed by the bricks. The next moment, countless long dark hair condensed into a black spear, piercing Han Zhen's heart.

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Han Zhen only had time to dodge slightly, and the spear made of black hair pierced through his chest.

Then, the square head was suddenly thrown back, and Han Zhen was thrown several meters away. Blood continued to drip from his chest, dragging a long blood line on the ground.

Before he could get up after landing, the head floating in the air once again condensed a sinister wind with the smell of fresh blood, and flew towards Han Zhen with sharp fangs.

At the critical moment, there was another gunshot. Han Zhen, who had just struggled to get up from the ground with his hand on his chest, and the head approaching Han Zhen made a move.
Chapter completed!