Chapter 175 Help

For some reason, a series of conjectures about what might happen after I was trampled to death by Amon suddenly popped into my head.

Would it pick me up like a piece of meat and put it directly into its mouth and swallow it?

Or should you chew it slowly like a pie?

Or hang it somewhere to dry?

Anyway, the more I think about it, the worse it gets.

The key point is that now is not the time to think about this. However, similar thoughts pop up one after another like broken beans. It is true that the body clearly shows that it does not want to die, but the mind always insists on the path of death.

The fist whizzing down was already close at hand, as if it contained the force of cracking gold and gravel, and hit my face.

Goodgame.

Even though he was scratching with the knife, he probably still couldn't reverse the ending of his hiccups.

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

At this moment, a yellowish thing with a strong earthy smell suddenly appeared between Ju Fist and me.

Ah?

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

Then, after the heavy punch passed through the unknown thing, it hit my sword again hard.

The moment it hit, I drew an arc again and soared low in the tunnel.

thump!

My butt hit the ground first, and I grinned in pain. Fortunately, there was no foreign object at the landing point, otherwise there would have been a tragic scene of "chrysanthemums withered and blood flying" on the spot.

Although I fell badly, I still did not relax my vigilance at all. The thing that suddenly appeared just now must not have been formed naturally. Someone must have been around to help and used it to cushion Amon's fist. Otherwise, I It won't be as simple as just flying out. If it fails, you will have to break a few more bones.

Yi Gulu got up, rubbing his sore butt with his left hand, and still holding the Naotachi tightly in his right hand. He looked around, and after a moment's inspection, he saw a few familiar figures near an exit.

The leader looks ordinary, but has the aura of a leader. Standing next to him is a short-haired girl with a arrogant look that makes people look like she wants to tease her hard. Behind her is a girl with a nervous face. The pretty girl has a round face and delicate facial features.

It's Yang Jie and the others!

"Hey!" I smiled at them as a greeting.

Yang Gao nodded without speaking, his eyes fixed on the position in front of me.

Turning back, Yamon's huge figure had already charged forward again. This time it not only launched an impact, but also accompanied it with clenched fists.

Hey, you saw that I hadn’t been knocked down by a single blow, so you forced a last hit!

The body was slightly bent, the straight sword was in a stabbing position, and he was three or four steps away from Amon, and charged fiercely.

The giant fist came out and flew past my body. I turned to one side and pushed the back of the Naotai sword with my left hand, cutting it hard into the outside of the thigh.

Although the body muscles of this Amon are very strong, the blade of the Naotachi is sharper. With the momentum, the blade is cut more than an inch deep with each push.

Then with a strong force, the Naotachi sword passed through without any hindrance.

Moo!

Amon howled miserably, and countless blood spurted out from the outside of his thigh.

But I didn't stop at all. I kicked off my steps and followed Amon's figure, directly catching up with Amon's body moving forward with inertia.

Another knife!

This knife cut directly into the inward bend of the knee. Although it was blocked by dense muscles and hard bones and did not damage the ligaments, it still opened a wound that cannot be ignored.

Amon was in pain, and with a wave of his hand, he smacked me.

I leaned over, dodged the slap, and continued to strike quickly and effectively.

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

I have seen the scene before where Yang Jiu and his team used summoned beasts to beat up Amon. Although the battle may last for a long time, this kind of delaying battle is the best way to deal with monsters like Amon who are full of brains and muscles. .

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

And even if it is really blessed with green bubbles, it probably won't be able to hold it for a few times.

If it could be stronger, the effect would be better.

I thought silently as I looked at another clay puppet that was smashed to pieces next to me.

I have to say that teamwork is much easier than working alone. After more than ten minutes of continuous attack, I took advantage of the weak Amon's distraction to deal with the clay puppet and stabbed it directly into the left chest with a knife.

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

The sword that penetrated deeply into the left chest directly penetrated its heart. I used the force and pulled my wrist, and the sound of broken muscles 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 hitting my body twice.

Without thinking, he bent his knees and kicked Amon's lower abdomen, pulled hard, and with a pop, the sword was pulled out of the body.

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

Being in mid-air, I couldn't see what was happening at my previous location, but I could tell from the exclamations from a few people not far away that it was definitely not a good thing.

After landing, I rolled to cushion the force of my fall. I climbed up from the ground and took a closer look. On the chest of Amon, who had just stood, there was a pair of huge palms joined together.

Together with Amon's current posture, I once again recalled the loud noise that happened before, and I had an idea in my mind: It was probably a desperate move, and it closed its hands hard, trying to beat me into a pie before it died, and vent its anger. .

Oops, luckily I wasn't too aggressive and didn't continue to cut it with the knife, otherwise I would definitely be competing with the pizza patties now.

I thought narcissistically.

Not far away, Amon did not die immediately. Its tenacious vitality made it last longer than other creatures. However, its heart had been pierced by me. It was bound to die when it was time to die. Now it was just a final death struggle.

The huge body walked towards me slowly, like a dying old giant. With every step, blood spurted out from the cut chest. The bloody mouth on the cow's head really made it look like a giant. The word "blood basin" means he would vomit half a basin of blood almost every step he took.

It doesn't work anymore.