The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

For some reason, a series of guesses about what might happen after Amon was trampled to death suddenly appeared in my mind.

Will it grab me, who is like a mashed meat, directly into my mouth and swallow it?

Or is it just like a pie and chew slowly?

Or hang it somewhere to air-dry it?

In short, the more I think about it, the worse...

The key is not the time to think about this, but this kind of similar thoughts popped out one after another like crashing beans, it is true that the body clearly shows that it does not want to die, but the mind has consistently insisted on the road to death.

The whistling fist was already close at hand, as if containing the strength of cracking gold and gravel, it smashed into my face.

Goodgame...

Although he tried to evade, he still couldn't reverse the end of his fart.

With his eyes crossed and his teeth bitten, he was determined to die.

At this moment, a yellowish thing, with a strong smell of soil, suddenly appeared between the giant fist and me.

Huh?

The sudden change surprised me. Before I could see what it was, the thing was smashed to pieces by Amon's punch.

Immediately afterwards, after punching through the unfamiliar thing, it hit my Dachi again.

At the moment of the hit, I once again drew an arc, soaring low in the tunnel.

thump!

The **** touched the ground first, and the pain made my teeth grin. Fortunately, there was no foreign body on the landing, otherwise the tragedy of "chrysanthemum remnant, blood flying" could not be staged on the spot.

Although I fell to the ground, I still did not relax my vigilance. The thing that just appeared suddenly must not have formed naturally. Someone must be around to help and cushion Amon’s fist with it. Otherwise, I It's not just as simple as flying out, and you have to break a few more bones.

Yigulu got up, rubbed his sore **** with his left hand, and still held the Nauta sword tightly with his right hand. He looked around and looked around, and saw a few familiar figures near an exit.

The leader looks mediocre, but has the breath of a leader. Standing next to him is a short-haired girl with an arrogant appearance. People seem to want to make fun of it. Behind her is a nervous face. Xixi's girl has a small round face and delicate features.

It's Yang Ku and them!

"Hey!" I smiled at them, Quan pretending to say hello.

Yang Xu nodded, did not speak, his eyes fixed on the position in front of me.

Turning his head, Amon's huge figure has already rushed up again, this time it not only launched an impact, but also was accompanied by clenched fists.

Yo, this is because I saw that I didn't fall in a single blow, so I forced the knife!

The body was slightly bent, and the Nauta sword was in an assassination shape, three or four steps away from Amon, and he charged with force.

A giant punch was punched out and flew over my body. I turned to one side and pushed the back of the straight sword with my left hand and cut into the outer thigh abruptly.

Although the muscles of this Amon's body are very strong, the blade of Naotato is even sharper. With the momentum, this push and send directly cut the blade more than an inch deep.

Then he pushed forward, and Naodaa swiped past without any hindrance.

Moo!

Amon let out a miserable cry, and countless blood spattered from the outside of his thigh.

But I didn't stay any longer. With a single step, I followed Amon's figure and directly caught up with Amon's inertial body.

Another knife!

This knife cut directly on the knee inwardly. Although there were dense muscles and hard bones blocking it, it did not hurt the ligaments, but it also opened a wound that cannot be ignored.

Amon was in pain, waved his big hand, and patted me.

As soon as I leaned over, I avoided the slap and continued to launch a quick and effective slash.

On the other side, Yang Ku and his party would suddenly summon a summoned beast to confuse Amon's attacks from time to time, which also made me feel a lot easier.

I have seen the scene where Yang Kuo and his party summon a pack of animals to beat Amon before. Although the battle may last for a long time, this kind of procrastination is the best method against monsters like Amon who are full of muscles. .

It's a pity that this tactic can only be aimed at ordinary Amon, and even if a clay puppet is summoned at this level, there is basically no chance to bless it with green bubbles.

And even if you really bless the green bubble, it is estimated that you can't hold it a few times.

If it can be stronger, the effect will be better...

Seeing another smashed clay puppet next to me, I silently said.

I have to say that teamwork is much easier than doing it alone. After attacking for more than ten minutes, I took advantage of the exhausted Amon's distraction to deal with the clay puppet and pierced it directly into its left chest.

Although monsters are born out of thin air in the dungeon, they are basically the same as ordinary creatures, they are flesh and blood and internal organs. The only difference is the state after death.

Tachi, which pierced deeply into his left chest, directly penetrated its heart. I used force and pulled my wrist, and the sound of muscle fragmentation came from Amon's left chest.

Then, a miserable howl came from Amon's mouth, and at the same time, I could feel two strong winds coming from my body twice.

Without even thinking about it, he bent his knees and kicked on Yamon's lower abdomen, pulled it hard, and with a snort, he directly pulled the sword out of his body.

At the same time, there was a loud noise from where I was just standing.

Being in the air, I can't see what happened in the previous position, but the exclamation of a few people from not far away can tell that it will definitely not be a good thing.

After landing, I rolled to cushion the strength of the fall. I climbed up from the ground and looked intently. A pair of huge palms joined together on the chest of Amon who had just stood.

Together with Amon’s current posture, and once again recalling the loud noise that happened before, I have a good idea: It is probably a desperate one, and forced his hands together, trying to pat me into a pie before he died, and vent my anger. .

Oops, fortunately, I am not in love with war, and I did not continue to cut it with a knife, otherwise I must have a match with pizza meatloaf now.

I think narcissistically.

Not far away, Amon did not die immediately. Its tenacious vitality made it more durable than other creatures. However, its heart has been pierced by me. It was dying when it was damned, and now it is just the last dying struggle.

The huge body slowly walked towards me, like a dying old giant. With every step, blood was constantly splashing out of the cut chest, and the blood basin on the cow's head was big. It is the word "blood basin", almost half a basin of blood will be vomited every step.

It doesn't work anymore.

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