Fading God Card

With a bang, the clown grunted and rolled several somersaults on the ground, and then braked the car more than a meter away with his face before stopping.

At the same time, everyone, including Jiang Wenming, suddenly slammed their foreheads together and squatted down covering their heads.

"Hiss! He's a ruthless person, yet he strikes so hard!"

Hua Zhong shook his head, looking at the figure who stood up the fastest, with admiration on his face.

Knowing that attacking the clown would also hurt him, Jiang Wenming didn't hold back any hands. He felt that if the stick hit the fragile back of the head, at least half of the people present would faint!

No, there might be a few brain bursts!

Fortunately, the clown was defeated by him, Hua Zhong immediately shouted:

"Press and hold him, don't let him use any more cards!"

"certainly!"

Jiang Wenming switched the bone stick to his left hand, and then slammed it directly at the clown's right arm.

There was a loud crunching sound, and the clown's arm was smashed 90 degrees!

Proper fracture!

"Ah! Hahaha! You...how dare...haha, break my hand?! Hahaha! It hurts! Ha! It hurts, hurts, hurts, hahaha!"

Diao Feiyang looked at his shrugging arm, the painful snot was hanging in his mouth, laughing and howling in pain!

However, Jiang Wenming ignored him. He glanced at the clown lying on the ground looking at him in horror, and blinked:

"It seems that one hand can also use cards, so this one is useless!"

After all, Jiang Wenming raised the bone stick and was about to smash it down again.

The clown's face turned blue when he saw this!

Hitting him is equivalent to beating yourself. Is this guy really not afraid at all? !

Thinking that if both of his hands were crippled, the clown became anxious.

Although you can still use cards without a hand, the speed is definitely not as fast as throwing them out directly. Intuitively, it is like trusteeship in a card game, or the kind that burns the rope until the end before using the card.

The speed alone is a bit slower, and it's not a turn-based system now. If you burn the rope, they won't burn it. They have plenty of ways to prepare before you get out of the card.

Fortunately for the other apostles, his clown tricks are all tricks that rely on surprises to be effective. When he plays his cards slowly, he will have already dodged away!

"No! Don't even think about it!"

Gritting his teeth, the clown threw out a card with all his strength before being hit by Jiang Wenming.

Hearing a bang, he was directly divided into two parts, and the part below the waist shot out like a rocket, while a spring-like thing was pulled in the middle.

[Scare Box] Forcibly bounces the body away, scares the opponent, and makes the first enemy closest to oneself escape backward for 0.5 seconds.

The bone stick that Jiang Wenming dropped was empty again and hit the ground with a thud, while he ran back two steps without thinking.

When he turned around, the clown had already slammed to a place ten meters away from him by virtue of the elasticity of his body when he recovered.

"Huh! How dangerous!"

The clown wiped his sweat, then immediately took out the dagger and pressed it to his chest.

"Hmph! I won't play with you anymore, you all go on my way!"

Everyone was shocked when they saw this, and they had to bear the same damage when the clown was injured.

But the clown has a lot of blood on the one hand, and on the other hand, he is immune to fatal injuries, even being bitten in two by a tiger can recover. If he puts a knife in his heart, they will all die!

But with such a long distance, no matter how fast Jiang Wenming was, how could he catch up?

"No...hahaha...I don't want to die...hahaha!"

"Cut! Let's go!"

The clown looked at Jiang Wenming with a gloomy face, and his face suddenly became stern.

come!

Continue to be proud!

I see if your heart is pierced, will you still die? !

Thinking of this, the clown tried hard with his left hand to stab the knife towards his heart.

"die!"

With a puff, the clown suddenly felt something was wrong with his hand.

Doesn't this sound like a heart-wrenching feeling?

Looking down:

"Fuck! Why is there only one handle, but where is my blade?"

There was only one hilt of the dagger stuck in his chest, but the blade was missing. Looking left and right, he found a piece of shiny metal lying on the ground, which was his missing blade.

"It's... off the handle?"

The clown suddenly remembered that when Jiang Wenming smashed his right hand, the bone stick seemed to hit his waist. Could it be that he loosened the handle of his dagger at that time?

Fuck!

What the hell kind of luck is this? !

Jiang Wenming also saw the blade falling on the ground, and he took a deep breath.

"Fortunately, Dali has caught up..."

When he got close to the clown, he let the blurred force directly gather all the black mist on the clown, this insurance seems to be right now.

But at this moment, the clown ferociously took out another dagger.

"Jie Jie Jie! Do you think I only have one knife? Naive, go to hell!"

After checking that there was nothing wrong with the knife, the clown put the dagger on the trachea with a sinister smile, and tried to wipe it off again with his hand.

"Let me see if you are so lucky this time!"

But he is fast, someone moves faster than him!

I saw Jiang Wenming raised the big stick and hit his forehead directly!

╰(*°▽°*)╯\\

Is this man crazy?

Could it be that he was afraid that it would be too painful to die with his throat cut, so he wanted to knock himself unconscious in advance?

snort!

How do you like it!

Anyway, I'm going to kill you first!

Seeing the other people laughing wildly while crawling hard to stop him, the corners of the clown's mouth curved higher.

He could even feel the burning pain coming from the front of his throat, and in just 0.1 second, he would be able to see the scene of everyone's throats splattered with blood!

That is the most beautiful art in the world!

"Ahahaha! It's useless to do anything! Die!"

Boom!

With a loud noise, the clown flipped 720 degrees again, and then landed on the face brake with a slap.

Meow meow meow? ? ?

"What...fat matter? Who?! Who is beating me?"

The knife in his hand had already flown to the side and failed to cut the throat, but the clown was even more shocked that there was no one around him, so who hit him?

Just as he was wondering, there was a thin crackling sound.

I saw a figure approaching slowly, holding the bone stick in his left hand, while covering his face with his right hand, the slapping sound was the sound of fragments falling after the gas mask was broken.

Among those fragments, there were even streaks of slowly flowing blood.

Jiang Wenming!

It's that guy again!

The clown crawled back in horror.

"No! How did you attack me? Impossible! Impossible!"

"How is it impossible?"

Jiang Wenming lifted off the mask on his face, revealing half of his face covered in blood.

Even so, his eyes were still clear, as if the blood was not his.

"The test is over, your weakness..."

"I found it!"