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At this moment, Wen Yiming shook his hand and took the long stick off his shoulder, and at the same time, the cohesion under his feet retreated, and his concentration instantly widened, vigilantly perceiving his surroundings.

As soon as Wen Yiming's feet moved, the waterhole suddenly broke through with a bang, and a pitch-black figure broke out of the water. The body exposed to the water was five meters long, and the broken water wave rose more than ten meters high.

"Wow--- rely on ---!," Wen Yiming exclaimed.

Is this a dragon? A python-shaped monster with a half-exposed body on the surface of the waterhole stared at Wen Yiming's eyes.

He had never seen anything so behemoth. It had two serpentine heads like stone mills, and its fangs grinned wide enough to reach the cheeks, enough to swallow a buffalo. Two fist-sized cyan bumps bulged out of his head, beating rhythmically like a heart. The two long whiskers with barbs on the side of the nose look extremely terrifying. The crimson letter swallowed between the two rows of sharp teeth, and the large scales on the body were black and shiny, like sharp blades.

Wen Yiming was not stunned by this, but frantically used his true qi to retreat backwards, and at the same time clenched the long stick in his hand. The look of vigilance in his eyes was heavier than ever.

The python-shaped monster only paused for less than half a second after coming out of the water, and Wen Yiming had already withdrawn ten meters.

Just as he wanted to turn around and run away, the monster leaned back slightly on one side of its neck, and then shot out of the water, taking the rest of its body out of the pool in an instant, and crashed into Wen Yiming like a disemboweled cannonball.

"Roar!"

As the python-shaped monster rushed out, a thunderous roar roared out of the bloody jaw. The surrounding trees suddenly leaned forward with the roaring sound, and all the flowers and plants on the ground rolled up one after another, bringing up a puff of wet soil to sweep towards Wen Yiming, whose expression had changed drastically.

A disgusting fishy wind rushed towards Wen Yiming! The mud, dust, and dead branches and leaves mixed with the roaring sound made Wen Yiming's eyes blur. I didn't have time to think about it, so I quickly narrowed my focus to a range of five meters and increased my concentration perception function.

What a speed!Wen Yiming smacked his tongue.

Shocked by the speed of this huge monster, Wen Yiming was not distracted. Instead, he relied on his focused perception for the first time to find the location of the two cyan bumps on the head of the python-shaped monster.

With his ultra-high-speed thinking, Wen Yiming decided in an instant to target two cyan bumps. In his opinion, the sarcoma-like pimple has frequent peristalsis, just like the human heart and pulse, and there is a high probability that it will be fatal.

On the other hand, no matter how Wen Yiming looks at it, he feels that this monster is a bit like a mythical dragon. Even if it is far away, it may be a Jiao, or the kind of python that has survived hundreds of years. And this creature has the potential to grow horns, especially Jiao and dragon.

He has experienced more and more of the magic of the Heavenly Continent, and he is no longer surprised.

This horned creature is the most vulnerable and extremely sensitive to the nerves before the horns break through the scalp to form a true horn.

In his previous life, in order to cultivate Neijiaquan, he had observed and studied hundreds of animals and insects. For example, "Animal World" and "Man and Nature" are even more watched. So he has a deep understanding of this.

In the blink of an eye, the python-shaped monster came faster, and in the blink of an eye, it rushed to a distance of nearly five meters.

Wen Yiming no longer hesitated, his feet were turning and circling, and he turned his body three hundred and sixty degrees in regression; at the same time, with the help of centrifugal force, he grabbed the end of the stick with both hands and shook off his arms;

There was no need to analyze, just looking at the terrifying momentum brought by the roar of this monster, he knew that even if he could escape a small life today, the end would be miserable.

In a hurry, Wen Yiming quickly turned off the focus function after finding the target of the attack. He needs to burst out with the gun's intent to the limit and apply it to the long stick, otherwise he will probably die here today.

A majestic battle intent burst out with the gun's intent, unruly and unruly, and went hand in hand with the gun's intent, and the explosive long stick swept out with a 360-degree sweep.

"Drink ---- ah---!"

When the python-shaped monster collided with a distance of three meters in front of Wen Yiming, the centrifugal force drove the inertial force of the long stick of more than three hundred catties, and the gun intent and battle intent exploded without concentration, and smashed the cyan bump on the monster's head. , with a sound of flesh shattering.

"Whew~~~!"

The earth-shattering howl resounded throughout the mountains and forests. Wen Yiming felt that his ears were ringing in an instant, and he couldn't hear any sound.

Sure enough, Lao Tzu was stunned! Wen Yiming was secretly afraid, just the explosion of the stick just now. It was the strongest blow he had ever struck, and if he hadn't grabbed the long stick desperately at the last moment, he would have already gotten out of his hands. Even so, by now his feet were weak and his arms were gradually losing sensation.

The gun intent and the battle intent erupted at the same time, and it was really unbearable! Wen Yiming smiled bitterly.

And the monster, he knew very well, was not too hurt. It was nothing more than smashing the cyan bump, and the monster's screams were just an instinctive reaction to the pain. What Wen Yiming was afraid of was that if that stick smashed into other parts, I was afraid that he would have been swallowed alive by that monster by now.

Wen Yiming was scared and at the same time congratulated himself for his luck. But before he could adjust his state, the roaring and furious python-shaped monster turned its head and ran towards the waterhole, and the turned body swept out the tail like a steel cast, and the trees were torn apart with the sound.

Just fleeing and bringing out the habitual sweep, Wen Yiming can't resist.

'Poof!'

After a thigh-thick tree pole was pumped away, it directly smashed the long stick that Wen Yiming had stopped in front of his chest, and hit Wen Yiming's chest with all his strength.

The 'click' sternum was broken four in an instant, and Wen Yiming had not yet felt the great pain, and the blood was already spurting wildly.

Wen Yiming, whose arms were already unconscious, was smashed upside down and shot out of a pile of weeds and rocks a few feet away.

Wen Yiming secretly complained to himself, this injury is simply not too comfortable!

The tiger's mouth was cracked, his ears were deaf, his arms were so swollen that he almost burst open, and he couldn't even move his fingers slightly, and his sternum was broken, and his body was full of true qi.

Grandma is a bear, this time it is a return to the pre-liberation period.

'Boom!'

As soon as Fang landed, Wen Yiming wanted to insult a few words to vent his anger, but before he could do so, his body collapsed.

"I'm ...... Day"

Wen Yiming rolled all the way with the collapsed terrain, and was dizzy from the collision, vomiting blood. Feeling that his consciousness was a little blurred, Wen Yiming bit the tip of his tongue hard, and only then did he wake up a little.

The arms can't move, only the legs keep stepping on the sloping ground to slow down the inertia of the roll. Helplessly, the slope of the terrain seemed to be extremely steep, and under the repeated collisions, coupled with the extremely serious injuries, he kept vomiting blood in the rolling.

The steep collapsed cavern with a slight curve stretched downward, and Wen Yiming had to bear the dense rubble that fell due to the collapse in the collision.

"Damn, my life is over!" Wen Yiming wanted to curse a few words before he died, to vent his unwilling anger. In the end, he failed to get his wish and hit his head on a raised stone.

After leaning on a sentence, he fell straight down. That feeling of weightlessness made Wen Yiming quickly close his mouth that wanted to explode his foul mouth, hurriedly took out Fusang Dan, and poured it directly into his mouth without looking.

Wen Yiming had just put the bottle away, and it fell into a shallow pool with a 'bang'.

Wen Yiming's whole body was open at this time, and it could be said that the flesh and blood were blurred.

Now, except for the fact that his eyes can still move, Wen Yiming is almost no different from a paralyzed person. Qiang opened his blurred eyes and glanced at his surroundings slightly.

Seeing that the space of less than fifty square meters on this side was closed everywhere, Wen Yiming breathed a sigh of relief. Squinting at the pool of water in which he was, he had just covered his entire body, and his entire head was soaked in it.

However, as his breathing became weaker and weaker, Wen Yiming found that the surface of the water would soon overflow his nostrils and mouth.

Withdrawing his gaze with difficulty, when his consciousness was about to disappear, Wen Yiming muttered weakly despite the mouthful of blood that was surging in his mouth.

"Your uncle, my old man was drowned......"

As soon as he finished speaking, his natural upward gaze saw a large stone at the mouth of the bowl falling from the sky!

"Your sister ......"

"I have served you......"