Bing Bishu once used a kitchen knife to kill a golden-scaled snake, but at that time, Bing Bishu could use energy. Now, it can only rely on brute force. Bing Bishu's kitchen knife slashed through the snake scales of the golden-scaled snake, this knife is really sharp, the golden-scaled snake scales are broken, but the skin and flesh inside are not deeply injured, only about an inch.

Bing Bishu's body fell down, fell into the mud, and rescued No. 2. The golden-scaled serpent suffered, and with its irascible nature, it was willing to stop there.

Only the sound of the friction between the scales and the cliff wall was heard, and it became more and more obvious. When No. 2 looked up, he saw a large mouth of blood three feet away above his head, and the mucus in the big mouth, like a clear spring, fell on his face.

The third next to him accidentally glanced at it, and when he saw this disgusting scene, he suddenly vomited uncontrollably. The rest of the people also looked at it, and a few more people vomited.

"What's so disgusting?"

Number Two wiped his face with his hand and spit it out, eager to turn his intestines over and wash them several times. Bing Bishu stood on the far right, seeing that the bloody mouth was about to swallow them in one gulp, and it was in vain to say anything, he instinctively pushed to the left, and the rest of the people except Bing Bishu fell into the mud by this push.

Bing Bishu thrust his knife into the rock wall on the left, avoiding the blow of the Golden Scale Snake.

Bing Bishu was displeased, and when he squinted at the golden-scaled snake, the golden-scaled snake seemed to know that these people were not easy to mess with, especially the guy who played with a kitchen knife. But if you are gone and you are not reconciled, you are waiting for the opportunity to gather momentum.

At this time, the eleven people all understood that this number one had saved their lives again. Bing Bishu beckoned to the second, and the second understood, and the long whip was thrown out.

Bing Bishu held it with one hand, pulled it hard, and lifted No. 2 up. However, at this moment, the golden-scaled snake moved, and its time had come, and its long snake tail rolled back, and the target was not Bing Bishu, but the number two, who was in the air, without any power.

The ten people in the sludge were all worried about Number Two, and some of them had their eyes as big as eggs.

Bing Bi Shu scolded secretly: "Beast!" Immediately let go of his hand, the long whip came out of his hand, and No. 2 fell into the sludge again. Bing Bishu kicked the cliff wall with both feet, his body flew up, holding the knife in both hands, and held it high above the top. Plunged into the tail of the golden-scaled serpent. With a click, the entire blade was submerged in golden scales.

The golden-scaled snake was in pain, and instinctively withdrew its tail, which happened to hit Bing Bishu's way. Bing Bishu had encountered the Golden Scale Snake and the Gray Feather Eagle before, and he had used this trick to kill the Golden Scale Snake.

As soon as the golden-scaled snake closed its tail, the black kitchen knife slashed downward, until the end of the tail, a bright red big mouth, almost making the golden-scaled snake turn one tail into two tails.

Bing Bishu was no longer able to borrow, and he also fell into the mud.

Although the golden-scaled snake has a small spiritual intelligence, how can it be that the twelve gods of war are now in a state of no struggle, and if they fight back now, the twelve people will become the things in its mouth. The twelve gods of war all looked up at it, running away quickly, with a bloody tail, so terrifying.

In a few breaths, the golden-scaled snake also disappeared without a trace. Bing Bishu breathed a sigh of relief, and when he looked back at everyone, several people were already deep in the mud, and if they didn't rescue them, they would probably be finished.

No. 2 is also full of sadness. He asked, "Boss, what should I do?"

In the past, others called him the boss, but now he blurted out the boss, which attracted everyone's attention.

Bing Bi thought for a moment, threw the kitchen knife out, and stuck it in the cliff. No. 2 immediately realized, and the long whip was swung out and put on the handle of the knife, slowly pulling out his body.

No. 3 said, "No. 2, hurry up! The little girl is almost completely stuck in the mud." ”

Bing Bishu was startled, and thought, "Where did the little girl come from?" I couldn't help but look back at everyone, and saw that No. 12 was about to fall into the mud, and suddenly realized that No. 12 was a woman. Bing Bishu recalled: "Only the twelfth has not spoken, and I saw that the skin on the back of her hand is white and delicate, and it is clearly the hands of two daughters." ”

Just as Bing Bishu was thinking about it, the second had already climbed the stone platform. His gaze first looked at Bing Bishu.

Bing Bishu said: "You save the others first!"

No. 2 nodded, and the first to save was No. 12, then No. 8, No. 9, and No. 10...... No. 3, only Bing Bishu is left. Just when No. 2 was about to go to Bing Bishu, Bing Bishu's feet ached, and he couldn't help but scream "ah".

Number Three hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Bing Bi said quickly: "Pull me up?"

No. 2 hesitated at first, after all, out of here, this No. 1 is still an enemy, if it is not saved, there will be one less strong enemy. In the midst of his hesitation, Twelve snatched the whip from his hand and threw it to Bing Bishu.

Bing Bishu saw it in his eyes, but he only didn't see it. A long whip stepped forward and landed on the stone platform. Wrapping up his trouser legs, his legs were full of small blood holes, No. 12 said, "This is a bloodsucking locust...... Who has wine?"

Number Two said, "I have." As he spoke, he took out a flask and threw it to Twelve.

On the twelfth, he took it and washed it for Bing Bishu, and patted it, and the big locusts were slapped out one by one. Although Bing Bishu was not very satisfied with No. 2, after this battle, he had realized that his own problem was that he was too light on the enemy, and the truth that the heart of defense was indispensable was always true.

After a short time, the locusts on Bing Bishu's legs were cleaned up. Bing Bishu said to No. 12: "Thank you!" His eyes rolled and said, "It's good to have you, otherwise my old life would have been buried in this stinky mud." ”

No. 12 said: "No!" Bing Bishu couldn't hear the joy and sorrow, and nodded to her, she could go against No. 2's will and save his life, Bing Bishu thanked her from the bottom of his heart. I thought to myself: "In the future, even if I really make enemies of the other ten people, I will never embarrass her." ”

Bing Bishu sat on the stone platform, closing his eyes and recuperating. The rest of the people also seemed to be a little puzzled by No. 2's approach, and also felt that the cooperation with No. 1 was not sincere enough, and they didn't speak one by one.

In this silence, an unprecedented calamity is brewing. A chaotic buzzing sound resounded in the ears of the twelve gods of war, and the bottom of the cliff was pitch black, and the visibility was only six or seven feet in a radius.

Bing Bishu also cheered up, and looked into the distance with blazing eyes. The buzzing sound gradually became louder, and when he heard the sound of braiding, Twelveth suddenly said, "It's the sound of mosquitoes flapping their wings." ”

Bing Bi said: "What kind of mosquito is this?"

No. 12 said: "In this area, the most are red-headed mosquitoes. ”

"Red Head Stripe"

Bing Bishu was very unfamiliar with this name, and asked again: "Is this mosquito poisonous or not?"

Twelve: "Poisonous." ”

"It's coming, it's coming, what should I do?" said Three, anxiously.

No. 2 said: "You fucking shut up with Lao Tzu, don't you see that No. 1 is trying to figure out a way?"

Bing Bishu said: "You will all hide behind me later." ”

The red-headed mosquitoes have entered the eyes of Bing Bishu and others in an instant, and they saw that these mosquitoes were the red head lines in the mouth of No. 12, all of which were as big as the bottom of the bowl, not only the head was red, but the whole body was red. The frequency of flapping wings is the same, like the sound of thunder, and the twelve gods of war all have different colors on their faces.

Bing Bi Shu's palm turned over, and a fairy grass was also in his hand, which was Bing Bi Shu's plan, to use this eight-grade fairy grass "Guanling Fang Xian" to block it.

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