Chapter 62: Three-inch small knife

Up to now, the iron tools Xia Hong had seen were basically big knives.

Wang Ming of Dashan, Luo Ming in front of him, and among the other three Earth-Digging Realm powerhouses in Luo Ge Camp, only Li Baihe brought a bow, and the three mainly used big knives.

Including Li Hu from Beishuo, he also used a Yan Ling knife.

Only Yang Ning used a sword.

There was a reason for this.

Firstly, compared to other weapons, the forging process of big knives was relatively simple.

According to the length and thickness required by the user, hammer out the raw iron shape, then open a single-sided edge, and match it with a wooden handle.

Secondly, it was the characteristics of the knife.

The knife is like a fierce tiger, and it is also the commander of a hundred soldiers. Slashing, cutting, cutting, and splitting, the usage is all open and closed, and among a group of weapons, it can be considered the bravest.

Camp humans often face powerful creatures like cold beasts and strange creatures.

With the blessing of courage, it is undoubtedly more favorable.

After all, when two strong people fight, the brave one wins.

And at this moment, among the seven people besieging the Wood Puppet Strange in the field, five used knives.

Under the siege of five open and closed knife forces, the Wood Puppet Strange didn't show any signs of defeat.

Between its movements, its right hand flicked slightly, and that transparent white silk thread seemed to come alive, lingering around its body, constantly blocking and resolving the knife forces of the five.

Xia Hong dodged sideways, dodged a white thread, exerted force on his fists, feet, and waist at the same time, aimed at the gap between Luo Ming and Shang Ping's knife collection, his pupils condensed, both hands gripped the big knife from right to left, and slashed back suddenly.

Keng...

The big knife didn't slash on the Wood Puppet Strange, but was blocked by the transparent silk thread net densely covered in the sky, but the terrifying force from the knife almost pressed the silk thread onto the Wood Puppet Strange's face.

The Wood Puppet Strange's main energy was used to deal with the long sword in Yang Ning's hand, so it only used a small part of the silk thread to deal with the other six.

Xia Hong's face-to-face strike, because the force was too great, it actually failed to dodge in time.

"Good opportunity, hurry up..."

Although shocked by Xia Hong's knife just now, the Wood Puppet Strange's actions were restricted, and such a good opportunity, Luo Ming naturally wouldn't miss it. He shouted, and together with Shang Ping, slashed horizontally at the Wood Puppet Strange, one up and one down.

The Wood Puppet Strange retreated crazily, but Li Hu, who was attacking from behind, wouldn't let it escape. The Yan Ling knife drew a cold air in the air, brought out a rustling wind, and slashed down, aiming at its back.

The front blocking Yang Ning, seeing the Wood Puppet Strange was besieged by three sides, waved the silver long sword repeatedly, bringing out sword edges that almost connected into a surface, blocking all the dodging space above the Wood Puppet Strange's head and in front of its body seamlessly.

Xiu... Xiu... Xiu...

Li Baihe was not idle either. He was the only one using a bow among the seven. Seeing that the six had sealed the Wood Puppet Strange from all sides, he left the battle group, bent his bow and set an arrow, aimed at the Wood Puppet Strange's head, and shot three arrows in one breath.

Not to mention dodging the three arrows coming head-on, the front Yang Ning already made the Wood Puppet Strange's movements look a bit embarrassed, let alone the three waves of people on the left and right sides and behind.

The Wood Puppet Strange was clearly on the verge of despair.

Everyone's face showed a trace of hope.

It's just that this trace of hope had just appeared, and it disappeared in the next second.

That Wood Puppet Strange looked left and right, raised the small knife in its left hand that had never been used, and slashed horizontally at Luo Ming and Shang Ping on the left.

That knife was only three inches long, extremely petite, and it was a bit excessive to describe it with a dagger. Not to mention compared to the big knife in Luo Ming's hand, I'm afraid it was not as big as an ordinary person's palm.

Such a small knife, what to slash?

Chi...

But in the next second, everyone was stunned instantly.

With a chi sound, the big knife in Luo Ming's hand was actually cut off by that small knife.

Moreover, it was the blade part that was cut off, and the gap was even incomparably smooth.

This small knife was actually sharp to this extent!

The Wood Puppet Strange had a gloomy smile on its face. While proud of everyone's reaction, the small knife didn't stop, and after cutting off the knife of Shang Ping below, it turned around immediately, raised the knife to block the Yan Ling knife attacked by Li Hu behind.

"Thinking my hundred-forged Yan Ling is the same as theirs? Dream!"

Li Hu saw the Wood Puppet Strange's intention at a glance, secretly said in his heart, the energy around his body drummed, and the knife force became even more prosperous.

Chi...

It's just a pity that his confidence, accompanied by the Yan Ling knife breaking together, disappeared instantly, leaving only a face of astonishment and suspicion.

The siege on the left and behind was solved, and the Wood Puppet Strange retreated smoothly.

Yang Ning in front naturally returned without success.

Xia Hong, who was the first to approach the Wood Puppet Strange, although also shocked by the small knife in the other party's hand, saw the Wood Puppet Strange retreat directly, and a different color flashed in his eyes.

This Wood Puppet Strange, avoiding Yang Ning's sword is normal, but it didn't choose the direction of the nearest himself, but chose the direction of Luo Ming, Shang Ping, and Li Hu.

The Wood Puppet Strange was afraid of him.

Xia Hong naturally understood why the Wood Puppet Strange was afraid of him, put away the different color in his eyes, and continued to follow the crowd to besiege the Wood Puppet Strange.

"Leader, Shang Ping, my lord, catch the blade!"

Although the blades of Li Hu, Luo Ming, and Shang Ping had been snapped, the others from the Luo Ge camp quickly found three new blades and tossed them over from the side.

After receiving the blades again, the three rejoined the battle, immediately becoming much more cautious.

Everyone knew the lethality of that small blade and naturally would not give the Wood Puppet Ghost another chance to clash head-on. Whenever the opponent raised the small blade, they would immediately change direction to attack other parts.

Even Yang Ning was no exception.

As a result, the Wood Puppet Ghost suddenly became much more passive.

Although it was powerful, under the siege of the six, it could only manage to resist, not to mention having to guard against the cold arrows shot from time to time by Li Baihe on the periphery.

To defend for long is to eventually lose; this is an eternal, ironclad truth.

The Wood Puppet Ghost was naturally no exception. With the seven working in concert, Yang Ning finally spotted an opportunity, and his silver longsword pierced into the position under its right armpit.

Yang Ning, who never let up once he gained the upper hand, immediately increased his force and continued to thrust deeper.

Sss...

After the silver longsword pierced into the Wood Puppet Ghost's body, no blood flowed from the wound. Instead, it first emitted a sound like hot water scalding skin, and then a thick, dense black smoke gushed out from the wound under its armpit.

The black smoke was incredibly foul-smelling and extremely nauseating. Everyone subconsciously wanted to retreat, but seeing the look of pain finally emerge on the Wood Puppet Ghost's face and realizing this was a critical moment, they all endured the discomfort and continued their fierce attack.

In contrast to the look of pain on the Wood Puppet Ghost's face, Yang Ning and Li Hu both showed intense joy the moment they saw the black smoke, and their attacks became even more ferocious.

Xia Hong, on the right, naturally could not notice the expressions of Yang and Li.

Because his attention was currently focused entirely on the Wood Puppet Ghost's wound.

But just as he had finally found an opportunity and was about to slash at the wound, Xia Hong's expression suddenly froze. He retreated violently and then shouted to everyone:

"Retreat quickly, there is something strange inside its body."

Upon being called, the six were suddenly filled with suspicion, but in such a critical situation, they naturally would not doubt Xia Hong, and all retreated in time.

Boom...

Before the six had retreated far, the wound under the Wood Puppet Ghost's armpit suddenly exploded, emitting a loud noise that instantly changed the expressions of the six.

The mere bursting of a wound would, of course, not cause the expressions of the six to change.

The problem was that inside the Wood Puppet Ghost's wound, there were dense white threads; its internal structure seemed to be composed of these white threads.

And after the wound burst, those transparent white threads scattered across the sky, splitting into countless thread ends in the air like silver needles, accompanying the shockwave of the explosion as they shot rapidly toward the six in mid-air.

The six dodged frantically left and right, or simply threw themselves onto the ground to avoid them.

After the white threads were dodged, they did not turn; instead, they flew directly behind their bodies.

Xia Hong, lying on the ground, realized something; he turned his head abruptly and his pupils contracted sharply.

Those thousands of white threads, after passing over their bodies, were all pointing toward the corpses and severed limbs on the valley floor.

(End of this chapter)