Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

Seeing that Guan Yi slashed with the knife, the tour guide on the ground had no strength to fight back. After being slashed across the middle, her body split apart like a wooden box that cracked from the inside, revealing the things hidden in the wood—— —It's the clown!

He became shorter and more comical, wearing a bright blue coat, green trousers with yellow stripes, and a red hat.

After Guan Yi slashed that knife, Ding Mu's cell phone vibrated suddenly, and he took it out to check: "Nineteen to eighteen."

"It was you who killed her." The clown grinned his bright red mouth. After becoming shorter, he appeared to be more flexible, and he just jumped lightly to avoid Guan Yi's backhand knife, "I just use her It's just a shell."

"If I don't kill her, she is also working for the tiger. Isn't it thanks to her that you are so fat?" Guan Yi didn't ask that question, and raised his hand with a knife.

The clown smiled and didn't answer. He took out two baseball bats from his trouser pocket, one in each hand, and raised his hand to block the knife, but was cut in half by the sharp Kunlun. He didn't panic. With a flash of his body, the baseball bat grew back up.

The clown took advantage of Guan Yi's knife and failed to take it back, and suddenly shouted in his ear: "Brother Guan!"

It was Ding Mu's voice that was used.

Guan Yi raised his head reflexively to respond, but saw Ding Mu standing there with an anxious expression on his face.

The answer almost came out of his mouth, but he forcibly stopped him, annoyed in his heart, kicked his long legs on the wall, and hit the clown on the head!

It was exactly the same as that night, as soon as it was split, the clown split into two indistinguishable individuals.

"Right!" Ding Mu hurriedly opened his eyes, and pointed at Guan Yi regardless of the pain.

"Don't look!" Guan Yi was furious, thinking what's going on with this person, doesn't he know that his eyes hurt?With a backhand slash, one of the clown's arms was cut off, but he escaped the fatal blow.

When Ding Mu was in a hurry, he suddenly felt the vibration of his mobile phone. He clicked on it and felt dizzy: "19:19"

The people present are fine, which means that Zhou Li is dead.

Diao Wenyuan, tour guide, and Zhou Li, these three lives are three clones. The clone is stiff, but it can't hold it against beating!

Sure enough, after the clown's severed arm fell to the ground, it split into a new clown in an instant.

The sharpness of the Kunlun cut makes it extremely easy to mutilate the body of the clown, and the clown completes the process of "amitosis" by cutting itself.

The people in the hall shrunk themselves down to the base of the wall, praying that they would not accidentally hurt themselves, and the people in the tour group also hid here and there, igniting new hopes while watching the battle.

"Number three in the southeast!" Ding Mu's eyes went black for a while, and he might faint at any moment, but he still insisted on reminding Guan Yi.Bai Shan looked anxious, so she could only raise her hand to support Ding Mu's elbow, telling him to relax a bit and not to hold on.

Bai Shan supported Ding Mu with one hand, and tightly held Lele's little hand with the other, dragging them to the side to hide. Seeing Fan Zhengyuan standing still, she hurriedly reminded: "Come here!"

After returning to his senses, Fan Zhengyuan retreated, thinking about what he had just seen—he also opened his eyes, and besides seeing the black air, he also saw a dragon wrapped around Kunlun.

Black scales, black claws, black horns, and long chains, disguised as a black air, danced on the Kunlun cut, very familiar, I don't know where I've seen it before.

After the clown "died" once, he became more flexible, and when he was short, he missed the slanted blade.

"The first one in the Northwest!" Ding Mu reminded again.

His eyes couldn't bear such high-intensity use, and in an instant, he couldn't see, his eyes were foggy with blood, his brain felt a stabbing pain, and he fell into a coma on the spot.

"Hey!" Bai Shan was pulled by him and almost lost her balance and fell, so she hurriedly supported Ding Mu.Seeing this, Fan Zhengyuan stepped forward to help, took Lele's hand, and went up to support Lele with the other hand.

"Ding Cheng!" Guan Yi's heart tightened, and he had no time to dodge. He was hit by the clown, and he swung his knife faster again, almost forming a fine knife net in front of him.

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"

After chopping four times in a row, the four clowns fell down together and did not move.

The mask on the face of a clown in the middle is cut off, revealing a smooth, featureless face.

Fan Zhengyuan saw the battle here, and immediately ran to the window to observe, and said happily: "The fog has been removed!"

Guan Yi ignored him, just dragged the knife to Bai Shan's side, stretched out his hand to touch Ding Mu's cheek, and asked, "What's going on?"

Bai Shan shook her head and said, "I don't know."

Seeing this, Fan Zhengyuan explained: "This is excessive use of the eyes, and the wear and tear is too great. It will be fine after a few days of sleep."

Guan Yi nodded, glanced at the hotel guests next to him, saw them trembling with fright, sneered, and walked towards the clown with a knife.

He slashed open the clown's head with a knife, rummaged through it, and took out a piece of black stone, the size of a palm, smooth and frosted, like metal or stone.

Guan Yi flexed his fingers and tapped lightly, and his joints hit the stone flakes with a clanging sound, like gold and stone colliding.

As soon as this thing was taken out, everyone in the tour group yelled in horror: "Ah! Look at that man!"