Live Treasure Hunter In The Secret Realm

Seeing this astonishing reversal, the audience in the live broadcast room was stunned. After a few seconds, countless people gave out the gifts in their hands frantically.

"The room manager Yang Wudi presented the anchor with 20 rockets-awesome! Brother, I know there is nothing you can't do!"

"Mo Yufei presented the anchor with 10 rockets-brothers, what are you waiting for? Just brush up the gift!"

"Don't make a phone call to give the anchor 10 rockets-the anchor, I will convince you after watching so many live broadcasts!"

Looking at the water-like gifts in the live broadcast room, Hanzhe felt relieved. What made him even more excited was the emergence of several new names in this rocket frenzy.

However, he knew it was not time for him to relax and take a breath. Looking around, although the siege chisel nailed the monster fiercely to the wall, it failed to kill it at all. At this moment, the monster just didn't react from a sudden heavy blow, and his body was still twisting restlessly.

The previous cold rut almost cut off the monster's spine, and it can recover in a moment. Although the power of the Siege Chisel is stronger than that of Zhan Lu Jian, it only limits the monster's actions.

It makes Hanzhe feel desperate. It was when he tried to use the Ba Niu crossbow to make up another blow to the monster, he reluctantly discovered that the ballista did not automatically renew the string.

When he looked down the crossbow slot, he found that this crossbow machine had no siege chisel. If you want to move another crossbow machine again, it is almost impossible for yourself now.

The situation is extremely urgent, or he can escape from the tomb before the monster can break free. Either you can take this opportunity to completely kill the monster. But the crossbow could not be used at this time. Hanzhe's heart was extremely anxious.

By the way... and Zhan Lujian!

Realizing that there were only two roads in front of him, without saying anything, he hurriedly ran to the rock wall where the Zhan Lu sword was inserted, struggling to pull out the sword that was tightly inserted into the crack in the stone.

And at the moment when the cold rut ran to draw the sword, the monster nailed to the wall was also stimulated again and began to struggle greatly.

This scene made those audiences who had already been wiped out, their faces pale in fright again. But Hanzhe can't take care of these barrages at all. The moment he got the sword, he knew he had to make a choice immediately.

When Zhan Lu Jian was held in his hand again, a sense of steadfastness also emerged spontaneously. More or less, this magic weapon gave him a lot of confidence.

With his current physical strength, he did not dare to waste energy easily trying to split the sarcophagus that was blocking the door. If the monster breaks free in advance, he must face the monster in full condition exhausted. At that time, no one can save himself unless the gods descend to the world.

Thinking of that possibility, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. At the same time, the figure turned to the monster that was still struggling desperately. Fortunately, the monster is not human after all, and he didn't realize what hindered his actions for a while. Just beat the rock wall with both hands vigorously.

Boom!

Hearing the sound of the monster banging the rock wall vigorously and the debris of masonry falling from the rock wall, I was shocked. If this hits himself, he will be disabled if he is not dead.

Either be destroyed by the enemy, or destroyed by the enemy. An evil fire rushed to the cold head. As the saying goes, anger starts from the heart, and evil grows toward the gall. Thinking of the hatred in my heart, it is to draw the sword and kill the enemy.

f*ck! Waiting any longer is a death!

With a cold roar, he desperately rushed to the monster nailed to the wall. The Zhan Lu sword in his hand cut through the air, making a whistling sound of breaking wind. It seemed to cheer him up.

However, just when the cold rut was about to rush in front of the monster. The monster suddenly exerted force and moved his body forward along the siege chisel a few points.

For a moment, the monster suddenly stepped forward, and suddenly greeted the cold face.

Shocked by this sudden upheaval, the Zhan Lu sword raised in the cold hand also stagnated for a moment in midair, after all, it was not cut down.

It was at this moment that the monster had already felt the noise of the cold rut, and a pair of big hands like a fan of puffballs suddenly drew towards the cold rut.

This sturdy palm exploded the air swiftly and violently, and rushed towards the shit door. He almost slapped his head.

Huh!

In the moment, the footsteps of the cold rut crooked, the figure bowed, and he leaned to one side. And that fierce big hand wiped the cold arm in a thrilling way and grabbed it.

The five curved and sharp nails on that hand were almost scratched against the cold ears. Only a little bit, he scratched half of his face.

This sudden accident really frightened the cold rut. His figure instantly retreated backwards, evading the monster's attack range. Sure enough, he did not surprise him. He had just retreated to a relatively safe place, and the monster's other hand was also pulled out one after another.

With two violent attacks, the monster's body moved forward again. At this moment, it was very close to the end of the siege chisel, and the heavy weight was bending the half-armed siege chisel.

It's about to fall from above.

Fortunately, the end of the siege chisel had a bunch of bulges that resembled a rain of arrows, and the sharp end stuck on the monster's flesh, making it unable to break free for a while. But he shook his hands desperately in the direction of the cold rut, eager to tear the living person in front of him.

Although the thrilling escaped a fatal blow. But this time, Hanzhe no longer dared to approach the monster rashly, but ran towards the archway lifelessly.

Hanzhe fully understands that this thing is not something that he can be positive.

Right now, he has only one way out of splitting the sarcophagus.

The front foot is in front of the arch, and the back foot picks up the Zhanlu sword to chop up the previous broken lines of the rock coffin cover desperately.

Gritting his teeth tightly, letting the gravel shoot on his face, his cold eyes were already blood red, and from time to time there were waves of strange movements made by monsters struggling in his ears.

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