With a new injury, it's easy to do.

At least it shows that the agile and fearless sand scorpion also has an Achilles heel.

As the saying goes, behind the strongest, hides the weakest.

Even the inside of the claw, which is helpless in terms of killing intent and combat skills, hides a brittle shell that can be shattered with one blow.

I was overjoyed, and continued to bounce on the sand scorpion's back, looking for a good opportunity for my next attack.

The sand scorpion is still waving its claws and tail spines, as if it is driving away fleas on its back.

When I got my clothes torn by the tail spike for the seventh time, I began to wonder if this nimble tail thorn with its poison was a bit too much of a problem.

So when it attacked me for the eighth time, it turned to the side of its body, avoiding the stab, and at the same time stretched out its arm, wrapped it hard, and directly wrapped the spur in the crook of the arm.

The hook stab was caught, and the sand scorpion was furious.

It roared, and suddenly spun in place like crazy, as if it was frantically chasing Erha after its own tail.

Erha can chase his own tail, that is because the waist is good, soft, and easy to twist, but what about the sand scorpion, the big guy doesn't even have a waist, what else to talk about the waist, not to mention, after I climbed the tail thorn, the tail thorn that was originally as flexible as a snake, just like the snake in Layue, froze into a stick.

It has become the tail thorn of the stick, and a pair of huge claws with the sand scorpion, like homesickness, one at one end and one at that end.

I, who was tightly clinging to the sand scorpion's tail thorn in the crook of my arm, was thrown to pieces due to inertia.

In addition to the whirring wind, I also heard a little laughter like silver bells.

Try to look intently, there is still a mess in front of me, there are so many pictures, the changes are so fast, it is simply charming eyes, I want to vomit, but I dare not vomit, I am afraid, this side just vomited out, there is a rapid 360-degree turn of the sand scorpion, I hit my own vomit again, that is not enough!

Even if I can't hit the vomit, I still can't vomit, I don't have the courage, I don't have the face, I don't want to be called a 'humanoid shower' after this fight.

With my arms tightened and my mouth closed, I began to adjust my body, trying to adapt to the inertia and harmonize with the sand scorpion's movements.

After more than ten seconds of adaptation, I suddenly found that I wanted to vomit even more.

This doesn't work for me!

The only thing you can do now is either let go, turn into a humanoid chain ball under the action of inertia, and fly to the sand in the distance, or cut off the tail thorn on your hand, turn into a humanoid chain ball, and fly to the sand in the distance.

There is not much difference between the two results, the difference is that the latter hurts each other, and no one wants to get cheap.

Anyway, I'm going to be thrown out as a humanoid chain ball, and I'm going to fall all over the place, don't think about it!

With this idea of harming others and not benefiting myself, I waved the big sword to cut the sugar cane with the momentum of cutting the tail thorn.

Just as you have to cut the joints of sugar cane, you also need to have skill in cutting tail spines.

It's not okay to cut the joints, the joints of the sand scorpion tail spur are very flexible, and not only do you keep chopping, but you can also use the reaction force to flick me.

Therefore, it is necessary to aim at the most delicate place of it, and to start ruthlessly, accurately, quickly, do not hesitate, a hesitation will be crooked, after all, I am not a down-to-earth cut, the whole body is still hanging!

The physical strength of the sand scorpion is almost infinite, and my willpower should not be underestimated...... Vomit, disgusting again, slow down, slow down and cut again.

Anyway, I ran the sand scorpion, and I can't run the tail spur, don't underestimate my arm strength!

I don't remember exactly how many strokes the tail spine broke off, but I just heard a click and flew out.

In the process of flying, I looked down and saw that in my right hand, I was holding a large knife more than two meters long, and in my left hand, I was holding a tail thorn more than two meters long.

"Look, there's a guy flying with two flagpoles!"

Not far away, an elf exclaimed.

"That's not a person," his companion squinted and said calmly, "That's our elder." ”

Flying in mid-air, after listening to the second half of the sentence, I silently clenched the big knife that was almost thrown out - next time I speak, please don't gasp, you must know that the big knife that is more than two meters long is easy to get rid of.

The sand scorpion without the tail spine, like the meow without the little brother, first looked confused, moved the small half of the tail spine that was less than one meter left, with a stunned look, stretched out the chelicerae, clamped it back twice, and after finding that nothing could be clamped, it was in vain.

In that way, it is like a child who comes home full of joy, smashes the piggy bank, and finds that the New Year's money in it is gone.

I looked at the black tail thorn that was still trembling in my hand, felt sorry for the sand scorpion for a second, and then threw the tail spur on the ground, but then I picked it up again, because the phoenix, that focused gaze, instantly stared at the tail thorn.

I suddenly remembered that Phoenix has a habit of plucking the feathers of geese, as long as it looks valuable, she will definitely try her best to get it back, even if Xiao Qi follows Cagalli's team, she will definitely work hard to carry it back, even if she can't carry it...... No, there must be nothing she can't carry!

Handing the tail spines to Godot for bagging, I walked towards the sand scorpion again.

The latter looked loveless at first, but when he saw me, he immediately saw each other, his eyes were red, and he rushed over with a pair of big claws.

It had just lost its tail spines, walked in a messy way, and walked step by step, like a lame chicken running.

But I'm not much better than that.

I was turned in a daze, and I was thrown to pieces, and when I stood up, I was dazzled, and after I gave the tail thorn to Godot, I was a little unsteady on my feet, and I felt like a drunkard.

The two of us, a lame chicken, a drunkard, one stride, one staggering towards each other, gritted their teeth to kill each other.

Whoever watched this scene felt pity and wanted to laugh in their hearts.

After walking less than ten steps, I finally couldn't stand it anymore, so I threw myself to my knees, opened my big mouth, and spat out a 'rainbow'.

"Huh! It's disgusting! ”

Far away, a group of elves watched this scene, frowned and said in disgust, many of them were clean, and they retched for a while.

I was spitting in my mouth, and I was disdainful in my heart: disgusting, what disgusting, how could something that the elder vomit be disgusting...... Uh, it's disgusting, and it smells bad, what did I eat this morning, vomit!

Another burst of spitting 'rainbows'.

When I had finished spitting, I wiped my mouth and looked up, and the tailless sand scorpion, still walking with a lame chicken, struggled to rush to my side.

No way!

I thought to myself: I must not leave the next battlefield here! If you accidentally step on it, it's more uncomfortable than stepping on a dog's poop!

It's not just physiologically uncomfortable, it's visually unacceptable!