The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

With new injuries, it's easier to deal with.

At least it shows that the agile, brave and fearless sand scorpion also has fatal weaknesses.

As the saying goes, behind the strongest is the weakest.

The inside of the claws that were helpless even with killing intent and combat skills concealed a crunchy shell that broke with one blow.

I was overjoyed and continued to jump around on the sand scorpion's back while looking for a good opportunity for the next attack.

The sand scorpion continued to wield its big claws and tail thorns, as if driving away fleas on its back.

When I was pierced by a tail stab for the 7th time, I began to consider whether this highly venomous and flexible tail stab was a bit too intrusive.

So when it attacked me for the 8th time, on one side of the body, avoiding the hook, at the same time stretched out the arm, swept hard, and directly held the hook in the arm.

Sand Scorpion was very angry when the hook was caught.

It roared and turned around like crazy, like Erha chasing his tail madly.

Erha can chase his tail because the waist is good, soft, and easy to twist. But for the sand scorpion, the big guy doesn’t even have a waist. What kind of waist is there to talk about? What's more, after self-climbing the tail stab, the one was originally flexible Like the tail of a snake, like a snake in the twelfth lunar month, it is frozen into a stick.

The tail thorn that became a stick, and a pair of giant tongs of a sand scorpion, are like homesickness, one on this end and the other on the other.

I was stabbed with a sand scorpion tail tightly clamped in my arms, but because of inertia, I was thrown into a mess.

In addition to the whirring wind, I heard a little silver bell-like laughter.

Trying to look intently, my eyes are still dazzling. There are so many pictures and rapid changes. It is fascinating. It makes me want to vomit, but I don’t dare to vomit. I'm afraid. After a giant turn, I bumped into my own vomit again, that's not worth it!

Even if I can't hit the vomit, I still can't vomit. I don't have the courage and face. I don't want to put on the title of ‘human shower’ after this battle.

Tightening my arms and closing my mouth, I began to adjust my body, trying to adapt to this inertia and coordinate with the movements of the sand scorpion.

After getting used to it for more than ten seconds, I suddenly realized that I wanted to vomit even more.

This method is not suitable for me!

The only thing that can be done now is to let go, and under the effect of inertia, turn into a human-shaped hammer and fly to the distant sand, or cut off the tail spur on the hand, with the tail spur, turn into a human-shaped hammer and fly. To the sand in the distance.

There is little difference between the results of the two, the difference is that the latter hurt each other, and no one wants to make money.

Anyway, I must be thrown out as a human-shaped hammer. I fell so badly, don't think about it!

With this idea of ​​harming others and harming myself, I swung the Odachi to chop off the sugar cane and stab the tail and thorns in anger.

Like cutting sugar cane, cutting the joints, cutting the tail spines requires skill.

It's impossible to chop the joints. The joints of the sand scorpion's tail spines are very flexible. Not only does the chop cut continuously, but it can also bounce me with reaction force.

Therefore, you must aim at the most delicate part of it, and you must start with ruthlessness, accuracy, and speed. Don't hesitate to cut it crookedly. After all, I am not a down-to-earth cut, the whole body is still hanging!

Sand scorpion's physical strength is almost infinite, and my willpower cannot be underestimated. If you don't cut off your tail stab, I will not...vomit, sick again, take a moment, then cut again.

Anyway, I ran the sand scorpion and couldn't run the tail stab. Don't underestimate my arm strength!

I don't remember how many times the tail stab was broken. Anyway, after hearing a click, I flew out.

During the flight, I looked down. In my right hand, I was holding a two-meter-long Taidachi. In my left hand, I was holding a two-meter-long tail spur. Both were black and shiny. Bright, reflecting the faint light under the light of the ceiling.

"Look, there is a man flying with two flagpoles!"

Not far away, an elf exclaimed.

"That's not a human." His companion squinted and said calmly: "That's our elder."

Flying in the air, after listening to the second half of the sentence, I silently squeezed the Odachi that was almost thrown out-next time I speak, please don't pant, knowing that the two-meter-long Odachi can easily be released.

The sand scorpion without the tail stab, like the meow without the little brother, has a dumbfounded look. It moves a small half-tailed spur that is less than one meter left. With a stunned look, it stretches out its claws to I clipped it twice, and when I found that I couldn't clip anything, I stayed in vain.

In that way, it was like a child who came home with joy, smashed the piggy bank, and found that the New Year's money in it had disappeared.

I took a look at the black tail spur that was still trembling in my hand, and felt sorry for the sand scorpion for a second. Then I threw the tail spur on the ground, but then I picked it up again, because the phoenix, that focused gaze, instantly stared at the tail. Thorn above.

I suddenly remembered that Phoenix has a habit of plucking feathers by geese. As long as it looks valuable, she will definitely try her best to get it back. Even if Xiaozhi followed the team on Kagali’s side, she would definitely not hesitate. Carry it back hard, even if you can't carry it... No, there must be nothing she can't carry!

Handing the tail stab to Godot for bagging, I walked towards Sand Scorpion again.

The latter looked unlovable at first, but after seeing me, the enemy met immediately, extremely jealous, and rushed over with a pair of big claws.

It had just stabbed its tail, walked messy, and walked up and down like a lame chicken running.

But compared to it, I am not much better.

After being confused and smashed, I stood up and was dazzled. After I handed the tail stab to Godot, I felt a little unstable and felt like a drunkard.

The two of us, a lame chicken, a drunkard, a drunk and a stray step, swayed towards each other, gritted our teeth to kill each other.

No matter who saw this scene, he felt pity and wanted to laugh.

After walking less than ten steps, I finally couldn't stand it anymore, knelt on the ground with a plop, opened my big mouth, spitting out "rainbow".

"Huh! So disgusting!"

Quite a long way away, a group of elves watched the scene, frowning and disgusted. Many of them were hygienic and retched.

My mouth was spitting out, and I was disdainful in my heart: nausea, what nausea, how can the things the elder vomit is nauseous...Uh, it's quite disgusting, and it smells so bad, what I have eaten this morning What is it, vomit!

Another burst of ‘rainbow’.

When I finished vomiting, I wiped my mouth and raised my head. The sand scorpion without a tail, still struggling with the lame chicken, was struggling to drive Baha towards me.

No way!

I thought to myself: I must not leave the next battlefield here! If this is accidentally stepped on, it will be more uncomfortable than stepping on a dog!

It is not only physically uncomfortable, but also visually unacceptable!

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