Chapter 21: The War of the Gods (17) In danger

Calm down, be calm, she said to herself, her gaze condensed on the five heads that struck Gao Ming with the divine power of the spurting head. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info has been hiding behind a head.,It looks weak.,Slowly spitting mist from the mouth.,This is the fog head? The most arrogant is the thunder and fire in front, competing for the position of the main attack, wind and water are like two auxiliaries, there is a posture that wants to rush to the front, but it is always blocked by the two positions in front.

There are loopholes! Meng Xinyao's eyes lit up, and the five songs seemed to be discordant when looking closely. If you can let the five heads kill each other and cause infighting, wouldn't it be self-defeating? Thinking of this, she said loudly to Gao Ming, "Gao Ming, find a way to let them beat themselves!" ”

"Hit yourself?" Gao Ming comprehended, but he didn't have a clue for a while and didn't know where to start, "I understand, how to operate?" Give it a clear word! At this moment, the fireball from the head of the fire whistled past Gao Ming's shoulder. The mixed fiber clothes were immediately ignited, and the scorching stinging pain quickly reached the nerve center, Gao Ming groaned in pain, rolled over and flashed behind the boulder, gasping for breath in his mouth, grabbing the sand on the ground to extinguish the flames on his shoulder.

Looking at the fire head again, he opened his mouth wildly, bared his teeth and looked up to the sky and hissed, full of pride. The other three, water, wind, and thunder echo in unison, as if to cheer for the foil, but the fog head is still blocked at the end, spitting poisonous gas without hurrying or slow. Gao Ming was angry in his heart, but he couldn't help the enemy, and he secretly thought about how to "take revenge" in his heart. "Could it be that this fog head is the weakest? If one of the five songs is lost, will the strength be greatly damaged? Gao Ming made up his mind, turned out the dagger of the talisman, and the cat's waist quietly went around the back of the five heads, his own plan was very perfect, sneaked behind the five heads, climbed up along the tail of the five-headed monster, and gave the fog head a blow with a fierce thorn, not to mention killing it immediately, but also making it feign death. The plan is plump, but the reality is skinny.

Although Gao Ming successfully slipped to the tail of the five-headed monster, how did he expect the five-headed monster to be so sensitive, his steps were still unsteady, the five-headed monster giant tail shook suddenly, Gao Ming didn't have time to dodge for a while, and was swept by the giant tail, and his body was thrown up like a feather in the wind, and he was involuntarily thrown out. With a bang, it hit the mountain wall, and it was shaken to the ground with a bang. Meng Xinyao anxiously called Gao Ming's name, and after a while, Gao Ming slowly moved, and Meng Xinyao's hanging heart landed smoothly. It's just that Gao Ming's condition doesn't seem to be very good, and he struggled with his trembling body for a long time and couldn't get up successfully.

However, the five-headed monster was not so merciful, and the firehead playfully hit the fireball around Gao Ming, circling around his body, and hissing if the flag and drum were spreading.

Gao Ming's life and death were only in this instant, Meng Xinyao couldn't hold her breath anymore, and flew towards Gao Ming, letting the wind howl and the water snake was cold, although her heart trembled, her steps didn't stop. Wushou didn't take her in his eyes, or, one of them could also be tortured if he killed two, let her fly to Gao Ming's approach, and tried his best to hold Gao Ming in his arms, calling anxiously. Gao Ming snorted and gave a response, and he couldn't spit out a word clearly, it seemed that the injury was not light.

When the game of cat and mouse finally got tired of playing, Wusong finally ran out of patience, and seeing that the young boy and girl in distress were about to die, a weakened figure staggered in.