Chapter 170: Public fighting style

Looking at Feng Weasel, who was bowing in the field and posing in a threatening posture like a beast, the middle-aged man's mind became more and more depressed.
Perspiration appeared on his forehead, and the shirt wrapped in the suit became damp as if it had been hit by water.
It can be seen how much pressure is on him at this moment!
But this is also no way. After all, the people in the public door, although they can be regarded as special personnel, they are still ordinary people. At most, there are some special places more than real ordinary people-to be able to see abnormal existence or perceive something abnormal!
To put it bluntly, people who have awakened yin and yang eyes or have inspired physiques. As for beings like Qin Heqing who have accepted the most traditional formal priestly practice...It can't be said that there are not at all, but not many!
After all, the reality is there-it is already modern society. Although the inheritance is still there, it is still a matter of how much is left. Moreover, not everyone can endure the boring training and learning and cultivate themselves as a person. Qualified priest or onmyoji.
Not to mention that the real environment is still so big-the entire island country, if you rely on the inheritors, it is estimated that they will be exhausted and can not be looked after.
Therefore, the only way that the senior management can think of is to absorb ordinary people, absorb the best from the police, the army and even young people, and then carry out targeted training and armed forces to suppress the spiritual existence of the entire society through crowd tactics. Maintain the basic stability of society.
Therefore, although the public person is a special person, when facing fierce monsters, they may not be better than ordinary people!
Not running away immediately is worthy of his profession and identity.
"Is this the quality of the people in the public door now? It doesn't feel very strong." Yue'er, who was hiding in the dark and did not leave immediately after the people arrived in the public door, used a voice that only she could hear. Whispered.
Anyway, from her point of view, the level of the onmyojis in the yin and yang huts in the public house is very different from that of the yin and yang masters in her memory. In addition to the relatively novel props in her hands, even the yin and yang in the yin and yang huts That is, the living person who has concluded a Shishen contract with Onmyoji is not as good as that.
Yes, whether it is a priest or an onmyoji, their so-called shikigami does not simply refer to non-human creatures, monsters and elves, but also includes living people who have sold themselves to the onmyoji!
Life in that era was not easy anyway. It was better to live a good life with an onmyoji than to always live at the bottom of the society and starve to death someday.
Therefore, shogunate and so on were also quite sought-after jobs in various shogunate periods, and many ambitious low-level personnel were willing to give their lives for it, which is completely incomparable with the present.
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The middle-aged man didn't dare to move, staring at Feng Itachi cautiously, hoping that his teammates and support would come as soon as possible.
It's just a pity that Feng Wease didn't want to accompany him to consume it. He was tall and shot at the middle-aged man like a shadow.
The middle-aged man did not dare to hesitate, and jumped to the side to hide without thinking.
Anyway, I can't catch the other party's trail, it depends on luck.
Don't say, luck is good!
Although he could not completely escape the attack of the wind ferret and remain intact, he only paid for the result of his arm being torn off! It is many times stronger than the whole person being pierced or seriously injured by the wind weasel.
And the middle-aged man who escaped the death attack did not take care of his severely injured arm, and the blood that spewed out, and quickly rolled on the ground without stopping, avoiding the second attack that the wind weasel might launch. Then he took out from his waist a short black stick resembling a palm, with countless protruding points on the surface. After throwing it away, the protruding spots on the whole short stick shot out in the air, changing the flight halfway. The shooting path was like a rain of hundreds of arrows and chased the running wind itachi.
The wind weasel evaded, which temporarily gave the middle-aged man some breathing space, giving him a chance to treat his wounds or use other strange props to continue chasing the wind weasel.
As for the man, he was indeed worthy of his squad leader. After receiving a breathing opportunity, he ignored the thought of the wound. Instead, he once again took out a prop like a card gun from his waist, chasing the shadow, without He hesitated and pulled the trigger.
In an instant, four or five strange discs like weights shot out, and along with the protruding points flying from the short stick, they trailed behind Feng Itachi.
"It's really difficult." Seeing two consecutive middle-aged men whose tracking weapons designed for the demon's aura are ineffective, frowned and whispered with a solemn expression.
"Mitsui and Kitahara, how long will you have to arrive at the scene?" followed, the middle-aged man asked in the headset.
"immediately!"
"Don't enter the arena immediately after you arrive, first set up an isolation barrier around you! The enemy is Wind Weasel. With the equipment we are carrying, it is difficult to effectively suppress it." The middle-aged man stared at the running wind to avoid the wind. Itachi, avoiding its sudden attack and protecting his own life, said the team members under his opponent in the headset.
"Yes!"
"Then Captain, what do you do?"
"I will try my best to stay here until you finish the enchantment layout, or the master of the Grand Shrine arrives."
"Then, captain, be careful!"
"I know, go do something."
"Yes!"
The middle-aged man finished the call, and then took out a spray bottle and sprayed it on his bone-seen arm for several seconds...
Sure enough, the blood clotted quickly, except that it was more hideous and terrifying without bandaging, it basically stopped bleeding and interfered with the middle-aged man's actions.
...
"It won't work, it will affect the date with Qing Youhui, and I'm really looking forward to the effects of those two items. Forget it, I will help him again." After a long time, still did not see the middle-aged man taking down the Yue'er flat mouth, whispered.
Then, without being wordy, he tied the knot with both hands directly, and formed a seal--
"Humbhi Sibhi Sigalo Kaluo Si Moli Suabha!"
Untouched gold binding method.
Suddenly, UU read www. uukanshu.com's invisible mighty force descended from the void, like a big mountain, pressed on the running wind ferret.
"squeak!!"
Following that, Feng Wease opened his limbs, his body tightly fitted to the ground, and his face twisted with a sharp neigh.
But what is even more dangerous is that the bumps and discs immediately behind it shot at Feng Itachi the moment it was suppressed. The bumps did not enter Feng Itachi's body like the real arrow, and they were not triggered yet. What was the effect? ​​Those four or five discs were immediately attached to Feng Weasel's body. With a flash of mysterious light on the surface, a piece of power grid enveloped it.
"Crackling..."
"Squeaky!!!"
Feng Weasel screamed.
Just before it stopped, the terrible explosion sounded from its body.
"boom!"