"What?" Xiao Ling was taken aback, the first time he touched the claws that the Zimu knife couldn't cut off, and he was even more hit by the other party's strength and fell back.

The monster rolled over and landed, its five-meter-long body twisted slightly, the four cicada wings behind it retracted, and its six legs were propped up on the ground, and it rose into the air again, rushing towards Xiao Ling viciously.

"In ancient times, there was a Taihua Mountain, cut into four directions, its height was five thousand thousand, its width was ten miles, and birds and beasts did not live. There is a snake, the name is fat, six legs and four wings, and there is a great drought in the world. ”

"This guy is actually the legendary fat relic of the famous beast of ancient times."

Xiao Ling's mind was racing, and he immediately recognized the six-legged and four-winged giant python monster in front of him.

This fat legacy is infinitely powerful, and the speed is like electricity, far better than the mud crocodile encountered before. The canal or the vitex tree was much more powerful, and even more threatening to him than the swamp king.

Although the swamp king has a huge body and is almost incapacitated, if Xiao Ling really wants to escape, he occupies his body more flexible than it, and drills into the tall woods, he has the confidence to escape, but this fat relic is different, it moves very flexibly, and its speed is even faster than Xiao Ling, it is impossible to even escape, this time it is in trouble.

Xiao Ling retreated backwards without hesitation, and then threw Cao Mingyi on his back to Zhou Kesheng.

"Old Zhou, take Uncle Cao and escape!" Xiao Ling let out an angry shout, and then violently dragged the Zimu knife and swung it out in succession.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng" made three crisp sounds in a row, and the fat remnants who pounced on seemed to know the power of this Zimu knife, and they didn't dare to touch it with their bodies, so they could only block it with their hard claws.

Its claws are harder than steel, even the Zimu knife is constantly sharpened, the two sides collide in an instant, bursting out of sparks, and even the Zimu knife weighing one hundred and seventy-eight catties was pressed back by the fat claws, its power is simply terrifying.

Xiao Lingru was drunk, staggering, and his face turned blood-red.

Zhou Kesheng picked up Cao Mingyi on his back, turned around and fled, this fat relic suddenly abandoned Xiao Ling, threw himself into the air, rose in the air, and then fell, intercepting Zhou Kesheng who wanted to escape.

Zhou Kesheng knew that something was wrong, and let out a loud roar, and the mysterious power in his body exploded again.

The fat remnant that was about to pounce suddenly became in a trance and actually stopped.

Zhou Kesheng took the opportunity to carry Cao Mingyi back and fell back, his face becoming more and more pale.

Although this power became stronger and stronger in his body, he could not control it, and he was exhausted with each use.

The fat remnant was only in a trance for a moment, and then reacted again, and quickly pounced, as fast as lightning.

Xiao Ling, who was in the rear, had already rushed over, jumped up a few meters with both feet, held the Zimu knife with both hands, and slashed down in the air.

He used all his strength with this knife, and it was unstoppable, and Fat Yu was afraid of the power of this knife, so he shrank his body and retreated for the first time, avoiding the attack of Xiao Ling's knife.

Xiao Ling's knife had just missed, and the fat relic's contracted body burst out again, like a sharp arrow shot towards Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling had already opened his "Eye Sense" and was in a state of Eye Awareness, and all his movements seemed to have turned into slow motion in his eyes, including the trajectory of this fat relic's next attack.

With a twitch of his left hand, he took out the sub-sword, gave up the mother knife, suddenly increased his speed, his body deviated, and almost staggered with the fat relics that pounced on him, and the sub-sword accurately pierced into one of its eyes and stabbed it deeply.

The fat relics let out a terrible scream.

Although its claws were better than steel, and even the Zimu knife could cut through, its eyes did not have such defense, and it was blinded by the Zijian in an instant.

Fat left screaming and flicked his tail out.

Although Xiao Ling used his vision to capture it, he couldn't help himself, he used all his strength with the sword just now, the old power was exhausted, and the new power was not born, so he could only watch the tail sweep himself, but he couldn't dodge or block it.

With a muffled snort, Xiao Ling heard the sound of ribs breaking in his chest, and his body flew out upside down like a broken kite.

"Xiao Ling-" Zhou Kesheng saw it in his eyes, knew that it was not good, let out an angry shout, put down Cao Mingyi, and rushed towards Xiao Ling who fell out, he knew that the situation was not good.

Sure enough, the fat widow who was blinded by the stabbing of the eye hated Xiao Ling very much, and he was crazy, and just slapped Xiao Ling out with one tail, and immediately twisted his body again, and his four wings were completely opened, and he rushed out like a demon soul.

Zhou Kesheng just rushed up to stop it, but before the mysterious energy in his body could be exerted, he was grabbed by one of the fat legacies' claws and waved.

Blood splattered, the clothes on Zhou Kesheng's chest were torn, and the flesh and blood flew sideways, and the fat claws cut through it, revealing the fresh flesh and blood in his chest.

But the strange thing is that when this claw cuts the face of the person on his chest, it stops, and it seems that with the strength of the fat and the power of the claw, it is impossible to cut the face of the person on his chest.

The toughness of this man's face seemed to surpass steel.

Zhou Kesheng snorted and fell out.

Xiao Ling, who fell to the ground, endured the sharp pain in his body and got up, he knew that at least two bones in his chest were broken, and this action made him feel a sharp pain, but he understood that if he didn't get up, he would die here in the next moment.

This is a real battle of life and death, either fat and dead or they are all going to die here today.

He had just gotten up, and the fat relics that had hit Zhou Kesheng hard had already rushed to him with a fishy wind.

This fat relic has already seen that among the three people, Xiao Ling is the biggest threat to it, and it wants to kill Xiao Ling first.

Xiao Ling, who was in the state of "eye awareness", looked at the fat relics that were constantly enlarging in front of his eyes, and saw that the eye on its left side had turned into a blood hole, which was constantly bubbling out, and it was mixed with black juice.

The right eye glowed with a hideous and ferocious light, with a hint of madness.

Its mouth is open, its teeth are small, densely serrated like teeth, it is not very lethal, its bite is weak, and its main means of attack are a pair of hard, sharp front claws and a terrifying tail.

Xiao Ling's "eye" caught the trajectory of Fat Relic's attack, but its speed was too fast, Xiao Ling could only barely avoid one claw, and watched the other claw insert into his belly.

Intensely painful, Xiao Ling let out a roar, and the sub-sword in his hand also pierced into the other eye of the fat relic at the same moment.

Both were defeated, and the fat left only felt that it was dark in front of him, and both eyes were blind, and it screamed in horror, and its claws flailed wildly.

Xiao Ling snorted and fell out sideways, and a huge force threw him out heavily, and even the Zijian was out of his hand.

After landing on the ground, Xiao Ling reluctantly lowered his head and saw that his abdomen was torn open by a claw with a wound about a foot long, and the internal organs could be clearly seen.

He had suffered a severe wound, which could have been fatal.

The fat relict roared, like madness, and the sword almost completely pierced into its eye socket, leaving only the hilt outside.