Gamers Are Fierce

"..."

Gong Yanghan took a deep breath, his hands crossed in front of him, and his fingers interlocked to make a complicated gesture.

The whole body trembled slightly, as if under tremendous pressure.

With the trembling of Gong Yang Han, the evil ghost behind him slowly raised his right hand, making preparations for throwing a short spear bit by bit.

Inexplicable pressure fell in this tunnel, and the dust floating in the air was forcibly suppressed.

The human-faced centipede that crawled from its own care, dangling its glowing eyes, focused its gaze on the villain in front,

As if feeling the danger, he opened the roller cone bit in his mouth and took a deep breath.

The gas ingested by this breath is so huge,

The dust was flying, the gravel floated, and all of them rolled into the centipede's mouthparts.

The awkward abdominal cavity of the human face centipede becomes more hypertrophied after inhaling gas,

The pale white insect flesh overflowed from the gap of the pitch-black carapace.

Immediately afterwards, the human face centipede opened its mouth.

The Bailian cultivators at the end of the tunnel were still immersed in the lack of oxygen asphyxiation caused by the extraction of air.

My dim eyes saw the centipede opening its mouth, and instantly understood what it was going to do,

They crazily buckled the edge of the tunnel, crawling down their body.

A hurricane-like wind, gushing from the mouthparts of a centipede,

The sky full of gravel mixed in the wind is far more deadly than the so-called iron sand hidden weapon.

The two white lotus cultivators in the front did not even hum, they were pierced by sand and dust, eroded their skin and bones, and directly lost their lives.

"Protect Young Master!"

The old man with white eyebrows shouted hoarse, his eyes narrowed, and he stopped in front of Gong Yang Han.

When the other Bailian cultists heard the call, regardless of their own lives, they barely got up.

Or hold a shield to block the gravel,

Or release spells to slow the wind,

Or use a body of flesh and blood to build a wall of people and guard in front of Gong Yang Han.

"I will form the head!"

Song Jie shouted loudly, jumped up from the ground, and landed on the heads of the white lotus cultivators.

With one hand propped on his head, one hand on his waist, posing in a sleeping dreaming Arhat pose,

Just use the sunken back of his head to block Ram Han's face and feed him dandruff.

However, Gongyang Han did not appreciate it.

"Go away from me!"

I saw Ram Han's eyes burst with blue veins, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was hideous, and he lacked the feminine and handsome demeanor in normal days.

The Bailian cultivator who was blocking him was instantly hit by invisible power, and flew out left and right to make room.

Click, click, click——

The human-faced centipede rushed, with long and narrow steps as sharp as a knife, poking deep holes in the ground.

The three sets of roller cone bits rotate wildly, and there is no doubt that even a fine iron rock can be crushed into slag.

"dead!"

The ram shouted vigorously, holding a virtual palm, and slammed the centipede towards the human face.

The evil projection behind him made the same action as him, smiled and threw a short gun.

The phantom of the spear blade rushed across the ground, and silently sank into the head of the centipede.

No explosions, no sound and light effects,

The human-faced centipede was still moving and running wildly, but the speed suddenly slowed down in the middle.

The carapace, which was originally rock-solid, became soft and fragile, breaking apart,

It can't even support the centipede's own weight, causing the pale worm flesh in the abdomen to fall, rubbing across the ground, and the flesh is broken.

呲——

Lines of yellow-green pus poured out from the cracks in the carapace of the human face centipede and splashed to the ground.

The mud touched by the blood water immediately gave out a thin smoke, which corroded and melted into a pool of pitch-black thick mud.

The painless centipede crawls on its own,

But as the body corroded and melted from the inside out, the pair of steps became weaker,

The entire body of the worm, as if it had slipped, stumbled, struggling to move on the spot, making it difficult to move forward.

Finally, the human-faced centipede fell to the ground, its head tilted to one side, and its huge body was submerged by bubbling green water.

"help me..."

With the last shout, the luminous sphere in the eye socket of the human face centipede slowly extinguished.

"Huh, huh."

Ram Han’s exhausted and rapid breathing echoed in the tunnel~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He straightened his knees with difficulty, stood upright, and the phantom behind him slowly faded.

Unexpectedly, his father's most important means of life-saving protection for him,

It can’t be used on Xiji Factory or Wu Dewei,

Instead, it will be on an inexplicable centipede in a strange tunnel.

and many more...

Gong Yang Han seemed to have discovered something, and hurried forward despite the obstacles of his men.

Stopped in front of the corrosive green water, took out several round iron balls, and threw them into the crevices of the centipede's carapace.

boom--

An iron ball hidden weapon named Palm Thunder exploded and shook the tunnel.

After the centipede's corpse shook for a while, there was still no movement and no vitality was seen.

It should be dead.

Ram Han, who finished the patch, breathed a sigh of relief.

Hundred-legged insects, dead but not stiff,

His father's first lesson taught him to protect the law, no matter what shape of corpse, he must first confirm whether the opponent is completely dead.

"..."

Ram Han narrowed his eyes. Take a close look at the face of the giant centipede.

This...seems like a young boy's face?

The old man with white eyebrows walked up quickly and stood side by side with Gong Yang Han. After observing for a while, he asked in a low voice, "Young Master, what's wrong?"

Gong Yang Han shook his head silently, without answering, turned to look at the Bailian Cult in the tunnel, and asked: "Come and see, who knows this centipede's face?"

The Bailian cultists came forward, gathered in a circle, and observed.