Teardown mode from scratch

"Where is the gecko head?"

Those gecko ropes are getting closer and closer to the ground. Obviously they don't intend to surround them directly from the branches. They are busy from the branches to the ground, weaving a cage, and then bursting out in groups. This is the special hedonism of wild geckos. Really bad fun.

"I still have to look for it. Is there anything I can ignite? You carry it, and I will look for it. Then I can save you."

"Trust me once." Rong Ling threw a chemical burning stick from his bag. "Just break it in the middle."

After talking for a while, it was obvious that this gecko prison that was about to take shape could only allow a small body like Chong Xiang to get out.

After Chong Xiang got the burning rod, he got out from below, turned around and yelled uneasily

"Don't run out, the target of the gecko is you, if you run away they will attack directly."

At this time, Wen Jinglan turned his back to Rong Ling, the ancient knife in his hand was still in the scabbard, silent.

One hair can move the whole body, now this idiom is the most appropriate to describe it.Just break a gecko rope.To meet them will be countless geckos drilling on them.If he hadn't seen such a disgusting creature as a caterpillar, Rong Ling would have wanted to vomit a long time ago.

"Rong Ling, gun and knife, protect yourself. I can deal with the first wave first."

"Where do you get the confidence, don't play with fire."

At about a meter above the ground, these geckos are about to finish their work.With the continuous replenishment of the same kind, the "rope" stretches very fast.To be precise, it has already left the scope of the rope, and the thickness has developed towards the direction of the pillar.

Twelve pillars running geckos.

"Twelve, after five seconds, seven roots will be destroyed."

"Seven roots? Should I trust you as I trust a child?" Rong Ling thought about Wen Jinglan's luggage, obviously not carrying a group injury weapon, and asked casually, it doesn't matter whether he believes it or not at this moment. It's good to accept these unreasonable things, anyway, there is not much chance of winning.

"Um--"

Five seconds, very fast.

"No self -" Wen Jinglan read softly.The voice was very low, and Rong Ling, who was leaning against him, barely heard these two words, as if he was speaking to himself.

Rong Ling turned his head, only to see Wen Jinglan's fair and slender fingers touching the handle of the knife. In an instant, the sound of piercing the air was like a phoenix singing and a dragon chant.Pulling away the posture quickly, I don't know how many times Wen Jinglan stabbed in that moment of trance.In Rong Ling's eyes, it was as if the blade had disappeared, as if it had been transformed into the wind, without a sound or a trace.

He knew that the blade was still there, it was because his eyes couldn't keep up with the speed of his strike.

Those gecko's meat scraps, internal organs, and juice exuding a pungent taste.Surrounding the point of the sword, it broke open and broke.The knife was not withdrawn immediately like the last time it cut open the trunk of Chongxiang tree.

Instead, with a smooth wave, all the filth was scattered, splashing on the ground into a half-flat, half-split wet spot.The blade, which was as cold as the first, was full of new life and holy breath like a new moon, and had never been stained with the guilt of life.This kind of saber technique made Rong Ling think that God is nothing more than mediocre.

It also showed that this man was too hidden and extremely dangerous, no wonder no one in Forward Street dared to provoke him.Fortunately, there is no malice towards him, as long as my sword skills can trick humans, let alone monsters, I don't need to use my axe in front of experts with that little trick.

"The effect is a bit good, Bagen." Because of you, the limit was simply broken.Wen Jinglan withdrew the hand holding the knife slightly, and stood next to Rong Ling, like a hunter returning to silence.

"Yeah, it's good." Looking at the ground, there are several layers of minced meat and internal organs, and the soil soaked in body fluids.A mess is not enough to describe.The other geckos screamed crazily as if they had witnessed all of this, or they could say they were squeaked by the strong irritating smell of the blood of the same kind.The strange cry was like tearing brocade, the deep tearing sound made one's heart palpitate.