Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Ling Huang paid attention to the eyes of the puppets, and when they all lit up red like a string of red light bulbs being powered on, Ling Huang let go of the puppets in his hand.

But he still sucked the blood that suddenly became particularly unpalatable.

He spat out the blood on the ground, poohed it several times, and looked at Li Er's face with an unbearable expression like he swallowed a fly.

"And then?" Ling Huang raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth, "These puppets will attack us together?"

"Yeah. I'll leave the puppet to you, and I'll deal with Beelzebub." Li Er said as he lifted his feet off the ground again, and with his health bar rising to 75%, he flew with a pair of huge red wings that were constantly dripping blood. past.

Beelzebub rolled into a ball to hit Lier.

Li Er stretched out a finger towards Ling Huang, "The first move is Shunbu."

After finishing his speech, he shouted and disappeared out of thin air, and suddenly appeared not far behind Beelzebub.

Seeing the puppets approaching him, Ling Huang immediately applied what he learned, took a breath and closed his eyes.

The puppets suddenly lost their aim and direction.

Ling Huang discovered that this was not a teleportation ability, but a sudden speed increase. In contrast, the movements of the puppets around them were so slow that they seemed to have been stopped.

As soon as he passed through a group of puppets and ran to a column in the banquet hall, his acceleration effect disappeared.

The puppets returned to normal speed, turned their heads and rushed towards Ling Huang again.

Ling Huang stepped on the table and chair and jumped up, grabbed the thick curtain beside the wall, dangled in the air and shouted loudly, "Li Er, be careful! The big fly let the little fly go!"

Of course Li Er saw it, Beelzebub's curled up body suddenly unfolded, dense black flying insects gushed out from the gaps in his clothes and swept towards Li Er.

He raised his finger and made a two-for-one to Ling Huang, "Second move, protection."

Ling Huang ignored the puppet under his feet like a zombie besieged city, and stared at Li Er intently.

In the meantime, Li Er stretched out his arms and stretched his hands, some blood oozes from his palms, and as soon as he held his hands, the blood turned into dots of red mist and formed a spherical protective cover around his body.

Ling Huang has seen this trick before.

There are puppets climbing each other below and pulling the curtain Ling Huang is clinging to.

The moment the curtain was pulled off, Ling Huang bit his fingertips without saying a word.

He couldn't comprehend how Lier's blood oozes out of his palm, he could only let himself suffer a little injury to bleed to provide what his skills needed.

A few drops of blood were thrown into the air as his body fell, and fell into the puppets. When his hands and feet were grabbed by the puppets, he gathered a force and rushed towards the blood drops from the air.

A small amount of blood was dispersed by the force, dispersed, and framed into a spherical shape, covering Ling Huang and the four puppets inside.

"The third move, the blood blade." Li Er put away his blood shield, punched Beelzebub back with one punch, and pointed three fingers at Ling Huang.

The blood of the original blood shield was collected by Lier into countless blades that were thinner than the film and about a centimeter wide, and pierced towards the flying bugs and Beelzebub.

With one hand, Ling Huang turned his blood shield into willow-leaf-shaped throwing knives, and then controlled them to spin rapidly around him a few times.

The nearby puppet fell down.

Beelzebub suddenly flew far away to avoid Li Er's blood blade, shouted and rolled into a ball again, not only that, this time he spun even more quickly.

A pair of fly wings formed an afterimage, and became a rolling cutting blade, drawing an arc in the air and flying towards Li Er.

"The fourth trick, exchange."

While Li Er was speaking, he was hit by Beelzebub's body, and a cloud of blood burst into the air.

Ling Huang couldn't just wait to be hit like Li Er, and his repeated use of the third move was enough to deal with the puppet.

Glancing at the sky again, Li Er was nowhere to be seen in the blood mist.

"I'm here." Li Er whispered in Ling Huang's ear.

There was a "poof" in the air, and the blood mist shrank, leaving only Beelzebub in the shape of a ball.

"You've seen it before." Li Er stretched out his palm into the air, and then clenched his fist again, "The blood of the blood race is injected into the target's body, forcing out the opponent's blood."