The little monk's little hands were round and chubby, but the palm slapped the forehead of the dog-headed beast, and it made a crisp "wave" sound like a croaking sound of gold and stone.

Although this palm was loud, it had little effect. Even the dog-headed beast itself was stunned. He thought he had suffered some internal injuries. After careful feeling, he did not feel any discomfort.

This dog-headed beast naturally dared to call itself Anubis, so it must have thought that its status was far higher than that of humans, and it was inevitable to be injured in battle. However, the child patted his head intimately like he was touching his own pet, but it couldn't stand it.

It finally let out a beast-like roar from its mouth, its eyes staring at it fiercely, and its fierceness was so fierce.

After all, he was a child. Seeing his fierce expression, he was already scared. He unconsciously took a step back and stopped pressing tightly.

But the dog-headed beast refused to let him leave easily. The long black feather in his other hand was thrown out in the air, and it grew when it saw the wind and rushed straight to the point.

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Although it is a fake, this black feather has its strength. When it cannot fly in front of it, it has become more than 10 times bigger, and it is overwhelming and rolled towards the little monk.

Without being shocked, he turned his head and ran away. The black feather was like a goshawk diving at a low altitude. His speed suddenly accelerated and he curled the little monk in his waist.

He had to look frightened and use his hands to hold the edge of the black feather and tear it outwards.

Unexpectedly, as his struggle became more intense, the faster the black feathers curled. In a short while, they would not be able to roll them up layer by layer. They fell to the ground like a huge black silkworm cocoon and squirmed slightly. There could be faintly heard in it.

Seeing that the black feather was getting tighter and tighter, Cookie hurriedly ran out of her hiding place, stretched out her white little hand, and fought hard to tear up the strange feathers from a miracle one-mile away.

At this time, Yang Ni could no longer care about the snake on his right arm that was crawling closer and closer. Although the dog-headed beast had all escaped from his hands, its ten black claws were excellent weapons in themselves.

Yang Ni had only one shield. In a panic, he was still holding the silver knife in his left hand. He was already in a state of danger and was caught on his right arm and shoulders for several consecutive times, leaving a bloody wound.

Yang Ni was helpless. He knew very well that in another ten seconds, the effect of "carrying the tripod" would completely disappear, and it would only be worse than now. He had to make a choice as soon as possible to reverse the current situation of being passively beaten.

The dog-headed beast attacked with another claw. Yang Ni had an idea and raised his right arm with the flow, allowing the beast claw to leave three deep wounds on his back.

Immediately afterwards, he took advantage of the dog-headed beast's inability to collect, and clamped its black claws under his armpits, and then stabbed its wide open mouth with the force.

With a "puff" sound, the silver sword actually failed to enter the mouth of the wild beast, and a trembling knife tip emerged from the right side of its head.

Before Yang Ni could be happy, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and a powerful force came. He couldn't help but let go of his right arm, flew backwards 3 or 4 meters away, and fell heavily to the ground.

It turned out that the dog-headed wild beast had extremely tenacious vitality. Although its head was stabbed through by a silver knife, it could still hit Yang Ni's chest with one punch, and even knock him out.

It looked at Yang Ni, who was wrapped in black feathers, who fell to the ground and kept moaning, and a cruel smile appeared on his face covered with rotten flesh.

This smile tugged the muscles on the face and made it tremble in pain. Yang Ni's knife hurt it very much.

The dog-headed beast did not rush to come forward and kill. In its opinion, these tiny humans in front of it were just the objects of its play.

It reached out and held the handle of the silver knife and pulled it out with force.

But the knife penetrated very deeply and was firmly stuck by the bones. Although it hurt so much, it did not move at all.

Zhuzhu finally had a hard time to pluck up the courage to fight the dog-headed beast with a stone mallet. Unexpectedly, she saw Yang Ni flew backwards halfway through.

Fortunately, she "watched" every battle between Spider and Spider, and had some experience. She quickly dodged sideways, and at the same time she pulled Yang Ni's coat collar, trying not to let his head hit the ground first.

But in this way, both of them fell to the ground one after another.

For a moment, there was only a dog-headed beast standing on the entire battlefield.

The dog-headed beast was also seriously injured. This long knife that penetrated his entire head greatly affected its movements. Every step forward would bring heart-wrenching pain.

With Zhuzhu's hand, Yang Ni was not hurting the vital points. He took advantage of the dog-headed beast to compete with the silver sword and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, there is no need to delay any delay.

He stood up slowly with a drum-bearing stone beside him. Seeing Zhuzhu sank pitifully to the ground, he didn't have time to cherish Xiangyu, and shouted to her: "Go and help save the little monk."

Before he finished speaking, the person had already pounced on him again.

Although the effect of "carrying the tripod" had disappeared at this time, Yang Nique could only bite the bullet and nail it to the front line, opening up enough space for the three people behind.

The dog-headed beast looked carefully and stopped pulling out the silver knife inserted into its mouth. Its blood-red eyes were fierce and fierce. It swung its slender arms and shouted over.

Yang Ni knew that it would be impossible for him to beat this wild beast with his own strength. He now only hopes to delay time and not hurt the enemy.

So he quickly lowered his body and flashed under its claws. At the moment when he was interlaced, he did not forget to use the edge of the shield to slash towards the side of the wild beast's ribs.

On the other end, after the two women were tearing each other off, Cookie even began to bite the black feathers with her fine and neat teeth, and finally broke a hole and was unable to save her.

During this period, he was seriously injured. The black feather was extremely powerful and was in a state of constant contraction. If it weren't for the two women, one big and one small, he would have been trapped and died directly inside.

He stood up and saw Yang Ni exchanged time with his injuries. He was very moved.

Before he could sigh, he got rid of Zhuzhu and wanted to see if he had any injured hands. His face was solemn, and he stepped forward step by step, but his speed was getting faster and faster. In the end, although he still seemed to be walking, it was not much slower than running at full speed.

When he came to the dog-headed wild beast, he suddenly pulled up more than 1 meter high while it was unprepared. With a "default", he hit the wild beast's forehead for the second time.
Chapter completed!