Face the scorpion

Life and death were tied in an instant, the adrenaline of the cold fire was secreted rapidly, and his whole person became excited, this wonderful feeling was ten times more enjoyable than taking drugs.

In previous lives, infrared vision devices were like toddlers compared to the most complex human vision system, and its main disadvantage was that it could not lock the distance of the object.

This isn't a problem for ranged machines, but for melee warriors, it's a complete scrap.

Nowadays, Gensokyo's equipment is much more advanced, it uses infrared imaging, but after further contour restoration, the pattern is clear and abnormal, and there is a clear distance marking. After three years of use, Leng Huo is very familiar with this glasses that he bought a lot of money.

The poisonous scorpion lay quietly on the ground, motionless, perfectly blended with the night, if it didn't have this equipment, it would be difficult to find it even if the cold fire came to its side.

The cold fire is like the wind, and it is fast to approach the opponent.

The scorpion's claws are gently raised, waiting for the prey to automatically come to the door. The scorpion's crusts can reach the speed of sound at the moment of attack.

Even before the prey could feel it, it was already locked in by sharp claws. In nature, only the nodes protruding from the spear shrimp can compare the speed of the scorpion.

Seeing the chelate pincers that were about to strike, Leng Huo sneered, and continued to run forward without realizing it.

"Hiss!" The two claws are divided into the left and right sides, cut like lightning, and no matter which side the cold fire dodges, they will be obediently caught by the claws.

However, as if a prophet, Leng Huo suddenly fell to the ground, and the vines on the ground were just right to wrap around Leng Huo's legs.

The vines slid swiftly across the ground like a noose, dragging their cold legs at a tricky angle, sliding between the scorpions' legs and claws.

This scene is extremely thrilling, Leng Huo can even feel the slightest trace of fishy wind brought by the clawps sliding from the tip of his nose, if Leng Huo falls at a little in the evening, Leng Huo will only be left with the tragic fate of being cut in two.

Most creatures on Earth have the most tender abdomen, and scorpions are no exception. The thrilling choice of the cold fire slipped between the scorpion's legs, but it wasn't for the sake of coolness.

As if it was a predetermined plan, Leng Huo pulled out the revolver with his backhand, and without looking, fired six shots upwards in a row, and the gun hit, and the hot bullet case ejected from the revolver, while the red-hot bullet head was all submerged into the body of the poisonous scorpion.

"You're having a good time, bastard. ”

The cold fire that escaped from the encirclement ran wildly.

The poisonous scorpion, which had swallowed six bullets in a row, hissed in pain, and its piercing voice wantonly vented its anger and its determination to never give up.

The cold fire was life-threatening, and the night wind in front of him was as fierce as a knife.

The scorpion in the rear is very fast and is constantly approaching.

Not only did Leng Huo not fear, but laughed heartily.

In the midst of laughter, the vines were pulled away from the trunks by the cold fire. The vines naturally tied into a dead knot and stopped behind him, so constantly creating obstacles for the scorpions chasing after him.

That's Cold Fire's ability—Plant Manipulation.

Although it is an insignificant ability, it has caused a lot of trouble for the poisonous scorpion.

Compared to animals, human strength and endurance are far inferior. Now, Leng Huo has a deep understanding of this statement. At this moment, he was squatting on the tree, looking at the poisonous scorpion under his feet, and looked at each other with disgust.

Before, Leng Huo ran wildly all the way, chasing three furious poisonous scorpions behind him, and I don't know how many herbivores were scattered, making this silent forest lively as if it were a pot of boiling porridge.

Leng Huo underestimated the endurance of poisonous scorpions, don't look at their slender legs, which makes all women envious and jealous, but they are extremely clean and neat when running long distances.

If it weren't for the cold fire's endurance after years of training, the intestines would have been broken.

In this chase of endurance and patience, two scorpions were eventually left behind, and they had lost interest and confidence in this endless pursuit.

Only the guy who was almost cold** is still obsessed with revenge

The poisonous scorpion under the tree is strong and patient, and the cold fire does not dare to take it lightly!

It had six wounds in its abdomen from the bullet, and bodily fluids were dripping.

If an ordinary human being was injured like this, he would have been lying on the ground and unable to move, but it could run for fifty miles without pausing, how could it not be called cold fire and secretly frightened.

The scorpion smells of dangerous madness all around it, keeping the animals of the forest away. Whether it's a lone Nightblade Leopard or a swarm of black jackals, they don't dare to provoke this troublesome guy.

Injured bears are the most dangerous, and this sentence is more appropriate to apply to poisonous scorpions.

What makes these predators even more annoying is that even if they kill these poisonous scorpions, it is difficult to get rid of their hard shells to feast on the tender meat inside, which in human parlance is called thankless.

"It seems that there is no chance to be a fisherman, and the animals that become sperms are the most fucking annoying!" Leng Huo sighed, lying on the branches of the trees and looking at the sky obscured by the dense foliage. Halfway up the trees, you can only see sporadic starlight.

Scorpions, like leopards, can climb trees.

It's just that they usually climb trees upside down. At this time, even though the size of the scorpion has increased by a thousand times, making it more difficult to climb trees, they still have not forgotten this skill.

Its sheer size makes it extremely fast when climbing trees, no more than half a minute slower than when crawling on the ground.

Leng Huo once watched two poisonous scorpions cooperate to attack a nightblade leopard that was cornered and climbed up the treetops to dodge, and the two poisonous scorpions used unusual skillful means to attack together, and tore the nightblade leopard to pieces in the palm of their backs.

This is also the reason why, when the three scorpions were chasing, Leng Huo never dared to go up the tree to dodge. And now, if this poisonous scorpion dares to climb this big tree where the cold fire exists, the cold fire will definitely let him know why the winter is so cold.

If the scorpion does not have intelligence, it must have begun to climb because of its injuries and irritability. However, after seeing the cold fire controlling the vines and low shrubs as he pleased, it would definitely not be careless.

No matter how the cold fire teased, the poisonous scorpion under the tree did not react at all, which can be called a model of calmness. If it weren't for the fact that Leng Huo knew that the scorpion's vitality was amazing, he might have thought that it had been seriously injured and died.

If Cold Fire had a rocket launcher with plenty of ammo, or a heavy sniper rifle that could penetrate a tank head-on, the scorpion under the tree would have been a dead end.

It's a pity that this can only be thought about, and neither of them can be afforded by cold fire.

Now, Leng Huo only has a revolver in his hand, and he is equipped with ordinary bullets, and when attacking from top to bottom, he can't even break the defense.

The steel warhead is only for the scorpion to tickle it.

The cold fire has definitely not become the consciousness of tickling and patting.