Chapter 417: Snake Heart Spider

The spider in front of me reminded me of a man I had once knocked down, Matsuko from the Black Boxing Arena. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 InfoLike Matsuko, spiders have a huge size and speed that is on par with me. But I know that the spider in front of me is even more terrifying than the pine nut, because compared to the slightly stupid pine nut, the spider is more vicious and cunning, and the body fat is less than that of the pine nut, but it has more sturdy and even some blue-black muscles.

This guy is as strong as a grizzly bear, but inside he is a poisonous snake that knows what to do.

During the short time I looked at the spider, in addition to paying close attention to whether his right hand on his waist was emitting a bamboo stick, my body was also seizing the time to operate the method of breathing and breathing. I have used the breathing method for many years, and now I am naturally satisfied, and before I know it, my physical strength has recovered a little, but the pain in my forehead makes me slightly dizzy.

In the next blink of an eye, the spider suddenly moved, and he bent like a predatory cheetah rushing towards me.

As soon as he left, the air around him seemed to become cold in an instant, and the sound of the wind became disordered. I straightened up and was about to defend myself, but the spider's body became heavy as if it had been filled with iron and lead in an instant, and it stopped sprinting forward and fell to the ground instead.

At the same time, his right hand had already been reached out of his waist, and three bamboo sticks had already stabbed at my front door with the sound of tearing wind.

I was a little stunned by this sneak attack, but it was still within the range of what I could dodge, and I let go of the three bamboo sticks on one side of my body.

Da-da-da-da!

By the time the three muffled sounds sounded, the three bamboo sticks had completely submerged into the tree behind me. I broke out in a cold sweat as the mist in front of me rushed towards me, and with it came the spider's bowl-sized fist.

My muscles tensed, then relaxed, then tightened again, and the strength of the two contractions ran with my fists towards the spider's giant punch.

It was Peng's sound again.

The spider and I made contact with each other, and the already weak skin on the fist was torn open, and round beads of blood burst out of both of our fists. And the concussion brought by this punch is also the surrounding fog, as if it is all a shock.

The spider looked slightly surprised, and so did I.

Then the spider did not withdraw his fist as usual, but shook the shoulder of his right hand and pressed his legs downward, but his body seemed to be raised. Then the heavy force came towards me like a flood.

I didn't dare to take it lightly, and lifted a breath from the dantian, and the power seemed to burst out from my chest again, pressing my whole body towards the spider.

Silent confrontation!

The spider and I both leaned forward slightly, as if we were building another triangle. And the dirt that the two of us stepped on also squeaked. My spider's feet and I had stepped into the dirt. At my feet, there was even a stone that shattered because of the antagonistic force I had generated with the spider, and then sank into the dirt.

The green tendons on both sides of the spider's forehead swelled up in an instant, their faces were hideous, and their facial features were twisted together. And on his forehead, which was deeply wrinkled by excessive exertion, slightly cloudy sweat dripped down from the roots of his hair.

I know I'm not much like a spider now.

Fortunately, I am still running my breathing and breathing method at all times, so that I can inadvertently and continuously recharge my body. Otherwise, I would never have been a match for the spiders by virtue of my strength alone.

The power of the spider is like a mountain that collapses down, and mine is like a constant flood. It's just that this constant flow is not really inexhaustible, and once my breathing is out of order, the spider's power will instantly break through my defenses and crash into my body.

But fortunately, the spider is only a mortal, and this high-intensity action of exerting power does not last long, and I can already see the muscles in his arm trembling slightly.

The spider also knew that it would not do him any good to go on like this, so he withdrew his body strength, and at the same time the knife in his left hand stabbed me in the neck.

The blade shimmered with a blue-black glow, and it didn't look very bright, but its sharpness was beyond imagination. The knife knew it had killed a lot of people, and according to Mellors, it had cut the scalps of many people.

With a sharp movement under his feet, he retracted his strength, withdrew his fist, and took several steps back in a row.

The spider's knives swung in the air, not stabbing me, but they were thrilling, and one of them swept over my head and shaved off several of my hairs. The cold air carried by the blade seemed to drill from my heavenly spirit cover to the heart socket.

I retreated to a tree, and found that there was no way back, and if I chose to change directions, I would definitely slow the spider and be injured by his saber.

So I jumped and grabbed a thick branch with one hand, and with the palm of my hand grabbed the branch, and lifted it vigorously, and my body jumped up from the ground and climbed onto the treetops.

The spider's reaction was also very fast, and when he saw me jumping into the bushes, he didn't climb the tree first, but touched it around his waist, and three bamboo sticks flew by.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

Three bamboo sticks pierced into the trees like three white rays of light, and a few fluttering sounds reminded me that the rain and dew and branches and leaves on the tree were falling down in a row.

But because I was hiding in the bushes, the spider's vision was not clear, and it didn't hit me at all. So, while the treetops were shaking and making a noise, I reached out and grabbed one of the bamboo sticks with two fingers, and stabbed through the gap in the woods towards the spider's face.

At this time, the spider was looking up at the tree, and he never expected that his bamboo stick would shoot back into his eyes.

I saw the spider's pupils shrink sharply, and then he took a step back, dodging the flying bamboo stick. I was terrified by this kind of eyesight and reflexes, knowing that when the bamboo stick shot at him, the branches and leaves and rain and dew were still falling from the bushes, and my vision was already disturbed.

After dodging the bamboo stick, the spider took a step forward, snorted viciously, and after stepping on the count, flew into the bushes, and pounced in my direction. His brute arm slammed like a club into the bush I was in and my body.

I knew very well that the trees could not stop the spider's steel-like arms, and I was too weak to defend myself, so I simply jumped off the bushes.

As soon as I left the treetops, the crown of the tree seemed to crack, and after a shudder of branches, half of the canopy collapsed.

At the same time, a bamboo stick flew by, followed by a yelling spider.

I managed to dodge the sticks with ease, but the spider's fist slammed into the top of my head.

It was too late to dodge, and I lunged slightly with my legs and stretched out my hands to parry.

Peng!

The spider's giant arm smashed into the place where my arms met, and I felt as if my body had been smashed into the dirt as Tarzan was overwhelmed.

There was a hot pain in his arm, and the muscles and bones of his body seemed to be about to break. I gritted my teeth, and the blood in my gums seeped out frantically and came out of the corners of my mouth.

My body stiffened for a moment, and the pain in my internal organs was too much for me to bear, and my entire ribcage trembled.

However, the spider's strength was still pouring into the frenzy, especially the moment when his feet slammed into the ground. All the power came at me mercilessly. His strength is huge, his body is also heavy, and coupled with the huge inertia brought by jumping from a height, he is not at all able to directly fight. This time, I was really careless.

My knees couldn't take it anymore, my knees creaked, and then my legs went limp, and I fell to my knees under the weight of the spider. His knees were even sunk into the dirt.

My hands still hold the spider's iron fist, but his strength is already tilted. My defenses only serve as a cushion and a shield for my head.

I was dizzy, my chest was dull, my head was a mess, and I was even having auditory hallucinations.

In the middle of the whirlwind, I saw the spider kick me in the chest. I used all my strength to protect my chest.

Peng!

My body was kicked straight out by the spider and unfortunately into the thorn bushes. The sharp thorns cut through my already limp body, and I closed my eyes, afraid that the thorns would cut my eyes. In the midst of this vertigo, I bit my tongue to stay awake.

I pressed my hand to the ground, but it was stuck in the thorn. But I couldn't do that much at this point, I yelled, pushed myself on the ground, and jumped out of the thorn bushes.

I didn't see the condition of my body, but I could imagine that my whole body was covered with trivial wounds, like 10,000 insects crawling on my body and frantically sucking my blood, and the stinging pain came from all over my body. And that blood is all over my body.

These were just skin injuries, and to make matters worse, I seemed to have a broken bone in my chest, and as soon as I exerted force, my entire upper body would be filled with a huge pain.