It's not that Wang Xuan hasn't seen a praying mantis, and it's not that he hasn't fought with a praying mantis. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When he was a child, he caught a praying mantis and described it.

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The appearance of the praying mantis is very special, with two big eyes on its small triangular head, bulging outward, a long belly attached to the thin neck, green wings on its back, and a pair of mighty broadswords on its chest, which are often wielded like a majestic general.

Now that he feels the majesty of the praying mantis again, Wang Xuan is bitter in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Xuan barely thought about turning around and began to run, he had to try to think of a way to deal with it when the praying mantis approached him, otherwise there was only a dead end.

"Buzz" Wang Xuan heard the sound of wings flapping, and his body instinctively ducked back, a blood-red wound appeared on his chest, and the praying mantis was gone.

Wang Xuan didn't know why the beasts liked to attack his chest, probably the thinnest, most tender and most appetizing meat on my chest, he thought. After eating this, he experienced an extremely difficult problem, that is, the attack speed of the praying mantis was too fast.

He obviously relied on his body's reaction speed to dodge its attack, but he was still half a beat short, although the wound was not fatal, but he couldn't stand the bleeding, this alone was enough for him to drink a pot.

Although we know what the problem is, we still have no measures to deal with it.

Under the moonlight, Wang Xuan's figure flickered from time to time, and several fresh wounds were added to his body, and one was near his neck on his shoulder, and his major artery was cut by just a centimeter.

The wind was rising, and a thin breeze swept across Wang Xuan's neck, and a smug smile appeared on Wang Xuan's lips.

Finally a flaw is revealed!

Wang Xuan first gathered his strength in his hands, his head was tilted, and his fists were raised upwards violently, which was like a jack!

He could feel himself hitting an object, but he wasn't done, inhaling, closing his fist, moving in unison! His toes clicked to the ground, his body bent in an eerie arc in the air, and in one breath he had already turned half a heel. At this point, he was in an upside-down posture in the air, as if he was out of gravity, but he didn't.

Rub and go!

With the momentum of rolling, he kicked three steps with all his strength in the direction of the punch, and the sound of the three stampedes seemed to be the most beautiful melody in the world, how beautiful and intoxicating.

Time was only three breaths of effort, and Wang Xuan had already hit the mantis with all these two sets of martial arts, and he fell to the ground, covered in blood, looking like a warrior who fought bloodily.

He didn't fall, he waited for the three bangs.

The two elephants act on the dark energy, relying on the momentum to concentrate the attacker's blood in a reverse flow, causing the blood vessels to burst, producing a huge lethality.

Wang Xuan's eyes stared straight ahead, there was no expected explosion, and there was no figure of the praying mantis seriously injured and falling to the ground.

He was startled in his heart, remembering the heavy armor of the praying mantis that glowed silver under the moonlight, and suddenly came to his senses!

Buzz!

The sound of wings flapping sounded, but it was not waiting for him to react, because of the two martial arts in a row, Wang Xuan's physical energy was greatly consumed, and his reaction speed was greatly reduced.

He felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder, his face began to turn an unusual blue, and his good-looking brow wrinkled into the shape of "Chuan". He endured the severe pain, and his right hand touched in the direction of his left arm, but it was empty. He knew that his left arm had been cut off by Zigan, even his sleeve.

He tried to control himself, struggling to sit up from the ground, his pale face contorted with pain, thin beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, as if every movement was a great torment.

Wang Xuan didn't dare to look to the left, he was afraid that a little groan of pain would cause him to lose his life completely. The blood was still flowing, his left side of his body was already wet, his consciousness had begun to blur, and he was still trying to concentrate himself.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of chewing, the terrible rhythm of a mouthful of flesh being bitten to the side, and he saw in the moonlight a hunter wielding a large knife, gnawing at his severed arm, blood flying and bones bitten into pieces.

He gritted his teeth, his body trembled, his eyes bloodshot, but he could only watch as his arm was eaten away, leaving only a torn sleeve to moan lonely in the wind.

In the dark night, another bright light flashed, Wang Xuan's right arm shook, and he reached out and grabbed a sharp blade, and there was a sharp pain in his fingers, but he didn't realize it.

He raised his head, gripped the sharp blade and tried to stand up, his lips biting open, and his body and soul were in great pain.

But in the end, he still failed, the bones on his fingers were not as sharp as the blades, and in the end he couldn't support it, and he stumbled and broke his fingers. Wang Xuan's body that wanted to stand up lost its support and fell to the ground, and beyond his vision, he could see a cruel hunter, eating his own five fingers that had just been severed.

The sound of chewing was like a death knell in hell, constantly beating at his soul, leaving him in deep fear and pain.

But he still found a reason to comfort himself, Zhang Daring and the others escaped, his death was worth it, at least it was not worth a penny as imagined, no one perceived.

The dark night of Lin Hai was like a huge net, and the gap into it was large enough to contain the souls of all the brave people in the Chosen City, and those who were trapped in it felt the darkest and most terrible hunt, and wanted to escape, so they ran, groaned, comforted, and prayed. The lucky ones find the crack in the net, only to find it smaller and smaller, small enough to tighten every inch of your skin, every piece of flesh, to make them bloody and make them fall apart.

Wang Xuan felt this trembling in the depths of his soul, this loneliness in despair, he was bathed in the pale moonlight, dripping with blood, his dark eyes began to become hollow, and the light began to dissipate.

With a slash, Wang Xuan's right arm was cut off again, and it began to eat its delicious food again.

Wang Xuan didn't seem to feel the feeling of blood loss, prostration, and pain coming from his body, so he stared at it without blinking.

The chewing sound stopped, it finished the food it could eat, looked at Wang Xuan who fell to the ground, swung the sharp blade, and slowly swung it towards its long-coveted hot chest.

The blood seemed to be cheering, despair seemed to be jumping, and Wang Xuan closed his eyes, waiting for the verdict of death.

"Poof" a sharp blade into the body, easy and smooth.

Wang Xuan could feel a fat body pressing on his body, and there was a heavy smell of sweat on his body, a trace of red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he said vaguely:

"Don't ...... Kill my ...... Brothers. ”