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But this time, Freckles bit her lip tightly and held on so that she didn't faint.

He saw that Gordon's movements were gradually becoming dull and tired. With a "bang", a black-haired beast claw tore open Gordon's shoulder, tore open a bloody hole, and was shattered again. A moment later, a thorny beast shook its head and shook its head before dying, its barbed tail sweeping through Gordon's calf, tearing off a bloody muscle. After a while, a huge fly with a golden eye and a green head flew in, and its front jaw bit into Gordon's chest, and it was only a fraction of a centimeter away from breaking open his heart......

Before you know it, Gordon's degree is also slowing down, and the throughput of the wind holes is beginning to stagnate. After several weakening and enhancements, the microtechnique finally approached the limit little by little, and the strength of the fluctuation became smaller and smaller. His source power was greatly consumed, and the cobwebs in his body kept shrinking, and the source power spider silk was so weak that it seemed to break at any time.

But he didn't let the beast rush at the freckles.

66 Continued, he heard the screams of freckles tormented by drug addiction, hoarse and desperate, floating and sinking in the roar of the beast.

A red flame wolf pounced, opening its mouth and spewing out a scorching line of fire. Gordon dodged sideways, stabbing with a dagger, the moment the wolf's claw struck his arm, the dagger plunged into the wolf's throat.

Before the dagger could be drawn, a beast rushed into the cave like a rolling boulder and slammed into him. Gordon staggered back, blood spurting from his mouth, and several ribs snapped. The beast roared in pain and fell to its knees, its front legs crumbling in flesh and blood, shattered by the fluctuations of the breathing microtechnique.

In the gloomy cave, man and beast confronted each other for several breaths, and pounced at the same time. Gordon swooped down, his palms plunging into the beast's soft belly. The beast's hind paws slammed, causing Gordon's back to blur with flesh and blood, and he rolled to the ground.

Gordon's arm stretched out, grabbed the beast's hind legs, and with a violent pull, the thick beast's legs snapped in response. The beast twisted its head and bit hard, its fangs piercing Gordon's shoulder, blood gushing out. Gordon snorted, his legs were as fast as lightning, and he twisted the neck of the fierce beast like a twist, and the huge beast's head "plopped" and rolled down, and the beast's blood spurted out from the hollow neck cavity.

As soon as Gordon got up, a night lynx crept in, its blade-like claws ghostly and silently around his neck. Gordon jerked his head down, his head like a hammer, and he slammed into the night lynx. "Bang!" The Night Lynx burst its brains and slipped slowly, its claws pulling out several bone-deep bloody wounds from Gordon's neck.

Gordon staggered to a pool of blood, a wisp of blood running down his forehead, his vision blurred. Faintly, he saw a pair of miserable blue beast eyes approaching.

"Whew!" He bared his teeth and roared at the beast, his breath rushing out of his throat like a raging wave.

The beast shuddered violently and fell limply, as if surrendering to the feet of the beastmaster at the top of the food chain.

Gordon gasped and laughed, every wound on his body trembling. The smell of blood is so pungent, but once you get used to it, you can smell the intensity of life. He couldn't tell whether this battle was for breaking through the pole or for pure love?

Amid Gordon's hoarse laughter, Freckles looked up and stared at the blood-stained, thin figure in a daze. "You killed, killed...... How long? He asked vaguely, his lips and tongue trembling as he became addicted to coca.

"It's about three hours away from breaking through the pole." Gordon picked up the dagger on the ground on tiptoe, and the cold light flashed, and the beast howled to death.

"Actually...... You've been a ...... for so long Perverted. Freckles let out the same hoarse laughter, limbs twitching, sweat dripping from his soaked head.

"You have the strength to scold people, you should also have the strength to do it?"

"your stinking!"

The beast leaped into the cave again, and Gordon flew up and kicked the joint of the beast's leg. The beast fell, and its long tail swept Gordon down.

Freckles could see that Gordon was no longer able to move quickly, so he could only fight hand-to-hand with the fierce beast, attacking against attacking, and exchanging injuries for injuries. He wanted to see more clearly, but it was getting dark, and only the vague shadows of man and beast were entangled, swaying groggily.

Damn, I can't pass out. Freckles trembled and stood up, rubbing his face against the edges of the rock. At the very least, he couldn't fall before that ghoul.

With a "bang", Gordon's palm was withdrawn from the beast's chest, and the beast fell to its stomach. Gordon's steps staggered, his chest tightened, and dozens of wounds of all sizes on his body were bleeding like infusion, and the pain was like a knife. His source power was almost exhausted, and it was difficult to weave into a spider web, and the fluctuations of the breath microtechnique became vague.

"You...... Will it still be able to hold on? Freckles tried to stand up, her legs trembled, and she slipped against the wall of the hole.

"Of course. What about you? Gordon's hands reached out and intertwined his arms with a blood-eyed baboon, the joints of both sides creaking at the same time. Gordon turned around sharply, his spinning waist suddenly exploded, the blood-eyed baboon staggered and fell, and Gordon's wrist flipped over, twisting the furry beast arm backwards and breaking it from the shoulder blade.

"I ...... I ......" Freckles wanted to answer "of course", but his teeth were chattering, and he had never been able to break free from the shackles.

The blood-eyed baboon screamed in pain, kicked the soles of his feet at Gordon, sharp hooks tearing at his thigh muscles. Gordon "plopped" and sat down, kicked out, and the blood-eyed baboon rolled and fell out of the cliff.

Gordon held on to the cave wall and struggled to his feet. At the risk of being injured by the beast, the cicada burst out of his heart to stop the bleeding. But Gordon still felt dizzy and limp, and the whole cavern seemed to spin.

The last three hours became painful and long, and Gordon stumbled, his hands and feet like heavy pieces of lead. From time to time, he fell, rolled into a ball with the beast, and wrestled and wrestled. Later, the whole person was so tired that he could only stand in place, turn slightly, twist his waist, and lean back, killing the beast with the slightest range of movements.

The wounds on his body continued to increase, and the area where the bleeding had stopped was reopened. The fluctuations of the breath microtechnique became more and more subtle, as if it was dormant in the deepest depths, quietly as if it were nothing. The source power has run out of oil and lamps, and it has been exhausted, and its body is like a completely empty sack.

Throughout the process, Gordon never used the power of the Gundalini. He vaguely felt that if he wanted to break through to the extreme, he could only use the martial arts of the skill school.

A thick fishy smell suddenly covered the cave and rushed straight to the nasal cavity, which was disgusting. A fierce beast with a body like a calf, a single horn on its head, and a barb on its back crawled lazily into the cave, snorted, and its flesh was like a rotting mire, bulging dark green blisters.

"Rotting Hedgeho!" Freckles cried out in a lost voice. The rotting hedgehog is a fierce beast at the pinnacle of the hematite level, fierce and vigorous, and its skin and flesh are full of corrosive acidity, and it hurts when touched.

The rotting hedgehog stared at Gordon, slowly approaching step by step, the massive shadow of its body enveloping the cavern. Humans and beasts look at each other, and they also reveal bloodthirsty cruelty.

The front hooves of the rotten hedgehog slashed and pounced. Gordon leaned slightly sideways and swung his fist to meet the attack.

"Whoosh!" A black shadow suddenly burst out from behind the rotting hedgehog, striking up and down with the rotting hedgehog, and rushing straight to Gordon, it was the infant embarrassment with a wounded and broken leg!