For some reason, a series of conjectures popped into my head about what might happen after being trampled to death by Amon. (8) (1) Δ文网*.┡81.

Will it grab me like puree and put it in my mouth and swallow it?

Or do you want to chew it slowly like a pie?

Or hang it somewhere to air dry?

Anyway, the more I think about it, the worse it becomes......

The point is that now is not the time to think about this, but this kind of similar thoughts are jumping out one after another like crumbling beans, and it is really the body that clearly shows that it does not want to die, but the mind has always insisted on the path of death.

The whizzing fist was already close at hand, as if it contained the force of cracking gold and stone, and smashed into my face.

dm up......

Although he raised his knife and grabbed it, he probably couldn't reverse the end of his burp.

With a horizontal eye and a bite of teeth, he was determined to die.

At this moment, a yellow thing, with a strong earthy smell, suddenly appeared between the giant fist and me.

Huh?

I was amazed by the sudden change, and before I could see what it was, it was shattered by Ammon's punch.

Then, after a heavy fist passed through something of unknown nature, it slammed into my sword again.

At the moment of hit, I once again drew an arc and soared low in the tunnel.

Thump!

The buttocks hit the ground first, and the pain made me grin, but fortunately, there was no foreign object at the landing point, otherwise I would not have staged a tragedy of chrysanthemum remnants and blood bursting on the spot.

Although the fall was very severe, I still did not relax my vigilance, the thing that appeared suddenly just now must not have been formed naturally, someone must have been around to help, and cushioned Amon's fist with it, otherwise, I would not just fly out, and if I didn't get it, I would have to break a few more bones.

A grunt got up, rubbing his aching buttocks with his left hand, and still holding the straight knife tightly with his right hand, looking around, after a little look, he saw several figures who were not strangers near an exit.

For the average appearance, but with the atmosphere of the leader, standing next to him, is a short girl, a tsundere appearance, people look like they want to tease it fiercely, behind her is a nervous girl, with a small round face and delicate facial features.

It's Yang Jie them!

"Hey!" I smiled at them and said hello.

Yang Jiao nodded, did not speak, and his eyes were fixed on the position in front of me.

Turning his head, Amon's massive figure had already rushed forward again, this time not only with an impact, but also with clenched fists.

Yo, this is to see that I didn't fall down with one blow, and forcibly mend the knife!

The body was slightly bent, and the straight sword was in the shape of an assassination, and he was three or four steps away from Yamon, charging fiercely.

The giant punch flew past me, and I turned to one side and slashed my left hand on the back of the Naota knife and sliced hard into the outside of its thigh.

Although the muscles of this Amon body are very strong, the blade of the straight knife is even sharper, and with the momentum, this push and send directly cut the blade more than an inch deep.

Then with a force, the straight knife slashed through without any hindrance.

Moo!

Amon let out a miserable howl, and countless blood splattered from the outside of his thigh.

But I didn't stop, I kicked my footsteps, followed Amon's figure, and directly caught up with Amon's body by inertia.

Another knife!

The knife cut directly into the inward curvature of the knee, and although it was blocked by dense muscles and hard bones, it did not hurt the ligaments, but it also opened a wound that could not be ignored.

Amon was in pain, and with a wave of his big hand, he slapped it at me.

As soon as I leaned over, I dodged the slap and continued to unleash a quick and effective slash.

On the other side, Yang Ka and his group would suddenly summon a summoned beast to confuse Amon's attack from time to time, which also made me feel a lot more relaxed.

I've seen Yang Ka and his party summon a group of beasts to beat Yamon before, and although the battle may last for a long time, this kind of delaying battle is the best way to target a monster like Yamon with a full head and muscles.

It's a pity that this tactic can only be used against ordinary Amon, and at this level in front of him, even if a clay puppet is summoned, it basically doesn't give it a chance to be blessed with green bubbles.

And even if the green bubble is really blessed, it is estimated that it will not be able to bear it a few times.

It would be even better if it could be stronger......

Looking at another clay puppet that had been shattered next to me, I thought silently.

I have to say that teamwork is much easier than doing it alone, and after more than ten minutes of continuous attack, I took advantage of the gap between the distraction of the exhausted Amonon to deal with the clay puppet, and stabbed it directly into its left chest.

Although monsters are born out of thin air in dungeons, they are basically the same as ordinary creatures, they also have flesh and blood, flesh and viscera, but the difference may be the state after death.

The knife that pierced deep into the left chest pierced its heart directly, and I took advantage of the force, and with a pull of my wrist, the sound of muscle shattering came from Amon's left chest.

Then, a terrible howl came out of Amon's mouth, and at the same time, I could feel two strong winds hitting my body twice.

Without thinking about it, he bent his knees on the lower abdomen of Yamon, pulled it out hard, and with a snort, he directly pulled the knife out of his body.

At the same time, a loud bang came from where I had just stood.

In mid-air, I couldn't see what was happening in my previous position, but from the exclamations of a few people not far away, I could tell that it would definitely not be a good thing.

After landing, I rolled over, cushioned the force of the fall, got up from the ground, and looked at the chest of Amon who had just been standing, with a pair of huge palms together.

Together with Amon's current posture, I thought back to the loud noise of my previous life, and I had a number in my heart: it was probably desperate that it put its hands together with all its might, trying to slap me into a pie before it died, and vent the anger in my heart.

Oops, it's good that I didn't love to fight, and I didn't continue to cut it with a knife, otherwise I would definitely have a fight with pizza patties now.

I'm narcissistic thinking.

Not far away, Amon didn't die immediately, its tenacious vitality made it last a little longer than other creatures, but its heart had been pierced by me, and it was going to die when it was time to die, and now it was only the last death throes.

The huge body walked slowly towards me, like an old giant in the middle of a candle, with each step, blood was constantly spurted out of the severed chest, and the blood basin on the bull's head was big, at this time it really deserved to be a blood basin, and almost every step would vomit half a basin of blood.

It's no longer working.