The hurricane through the Storm Canyon has almost sent Garbo into the air, and this kind of game is the most favorite acrobatic performance of the gray-haired boy every time he goes out of the canyon.

Fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters...

The boy didn't care how much the spearhead of the swarm had chewed up the deadly tongue of fire made by eight electromagnetic rapid-fire cannons.

Now in his eyes, there were only the dozen or so scorpions that were already within reach of the front and were evacuating towards the rear troops of the swarm.

There will only be one such opportunity, and even if you risk your life and kill as many of them as possible, it will greatly relieve the pressure on the camp, and can give your sister, mother, and all the people of the clan more chances to live.

In the wind and snow, the boy in the white snowcoat jumped up and took advantage of the wind to cling to the mountain wall and soared into the air more than three meters high.

I saw him leaning over, bending his legs on the rock wall, and the boy's body jumped diagonally upward, and this two-stage jump in the air not only completely ended the distance between Garbo and the scorpion group, but also sent him to the air seven or eight meters above the ground.

The gray-haired boy, who was flying in the wind, closed his eyes.

After wiping his left hand, which had been marked by the lily flower, from his closed eyes, he took the double-barreled rifle he was holding in his right hand, and he was skimming over the last scorpion worm hanging from it.

Although this scorpion did not dare to release its spiritual power, it had already sensed such a close threat, and saw it stabbing its tail stinging with black light into the air and stabbing towards the boy's landing point.

"Bang, bang, ~~~"

Two shots were fired, and the boy stepped on something and bounced again.

The thing that gave him support for jumping again was a scorpion tail thorn that had been knocked off the tip of the spike, leaving only a bulging ball of flesh.

Without even a roar, the scorpion that had been shot twice in its body fell down with a bang, and the figure of the boy in the sky had already approached the other scorpion worm in front of him.

The body of the fallen scorpion is very complete, except for wounds in two places, one is the tail spine that has just sent the boy into the air again... No, to be exact, it's the tail ball now... Because the thorn has been broken by a shot from the boy.

The other wound happened to be at the junction of the two carapaces of the scorpion's brain-------- which was a joint cartilage less than a centimeter wide, and below this cartilage happened to be the place where the scorpions' spirit crystals condensed.

This wound is not big, but in the residue around the wound, the scarlet crystal particles can be clearly seen, and it is obvious that the spirit crystal of this scorpion has been shattered and can no longer be broken.

"Bang~Bang~Bang~Bang"

Seeing that the boy was about to fall from the sky, with four gunshots, four more scorpion worms behind him stopped fleeing for their lives and died in the snowstorm.

These scorpion insects have infinitely chosen to strengthen the strength and conductivity of spiritual power in the evolution, and this evolution has certainly given these insects an incomparably powerful spiritual crystals and a pro-spiritual carapace closest to a dense ore crystal, but their bodies are so fragile that even the most ordinary jumping insects can bite through in one bite, not to mention that they were hit by gunpowder weapons at such a close distance.

Of course, most of the time, they are wrapped in layers of insect swarms, if they can really be beaten by people, it can only mean that they should die, no matter how much they strengthen their bodies, it is useless, it is better to fully evolve in the advantage project.

The gray-haired boy's double-barreled gunpowder rifle, still dancing, is primitive but violent enough.

"There are eight more~"

The boy stared at the front, and at this time, the human body was boosted by the wind, and the speed advantage became more and more obvious.

The flat bodies of the scorpions that are fleeing for their lives to the rear swarm troops still have an advantage when they rush against the wind, at least the wind resistance is relatively small,

But now in this situation of running fast, it is difficult to borrow much wind from the tailwind, so I can only watch the boy catch up with a scorpion hanging behind him.

"Bang"

"Seven!"

Garbo knows very well that time is everything now!

Not far ahead, the huge black shadows of the hill beetles were already seeing more and more clearly, and if they weren't for the headwind, they would probably have rushed in front of them long ago.

And the forward troops behind them, who were constantly torn apart by the tongue of fire, had also become obviously smarter, and chased after the scorpion group through the tongue of fire.

Once any of the swarms in front and behind arrive, it will be more difficult for you to snipe these scorpions than if you want to snipe them than if you climb the snowy mountain in front of you empty-handed.

The boy picked up his speed again, jumped up, and stepped on the scorpion that was hanging at the end, and without lowering his head, he fired a shot with his left hand under him, and continued to jump forward.

"Six!"

Garbo estimated that there was still a gap of less than ten meters from the scorpion in front of him, and if he continued to kill like this, there would be a distance of two or three hundred meters at most, and he would be able to kill all the commanders of these swarms.

If you can kill all these scorpions, the swarm in front of you will be chaotic, and under the cover of the wind and snow, there may be a glimmer of life... This may be the only, only chance!

Suddenly, the gray-haired boy's heart tightened, and the ominous feeling that had been haunting his heart instantly turned into a hand that grabbed his heart, making his whole body begin to stiffen.

"There's an ambush!"

The boy changed direction in an instant, made a sharp stop and slid sideways, and then took advantage of the momentum to roll towards the right wall.

Almost at the same time, a row of huge bone spurs stabbed out of the ground as it swept away the boy's clothes, which were rolling outward.

"I really didn't expect it, this unexpected gain!

Your Majesty will love it!

Catch you back, a lot of evolution points will belong to me, hahahahaha"

Garbo rolled in the wind, and a manless and unfeminine laugh drifted into his ears with the wind.

Although he had dodged the sudden sneak attack just now, the sense of foreboness in Garbo's heart had not weakened at all, but had become heavier and richer.