Chapter 1489: Spear of victory

No need to think too much, walking with me, there must be only one person who can release the transparent barrier.
Father Taylor took the wine sac and poured a few sips, then wiped his mouth, still inexplicably, and said: "Isn't this giving you a chance, let you lose money."
My eyes widened immediately, and I blurted out: "A loss is also an opportunity?"
Father Taylor smiled unpredictably: "Naturally."
At this moment, Yang Ku next to him suddenly interrupted and said, "Xiaoyi, beware..."
Don't need him to say that I had already spotted the licker-head monster nailed to the tree trunk and wanted to sneak at me silently.
I don't know if this guy is really stupid or pretending to be stupid. With so many people present, you still sneak ass, and it's the kind of tricky!
With a sneer, he retracted the side of the sword, accumulated killing intent, and made a sudden blow.
With two clicks, the monster licker's head divided into two pieces, and the upper and lower body fell to the ground.
Retracting the knife, lightly spit out the stale air, turned to the three people around him, and asked: "Whose skill is that golden spear just now?"
"My" Godot said.
"It's beautiful" I couldn't help but praise.
"Fortunately," Godot smiled and said, "It's just that it takes longer to accumulate energy."
"What if the accumulating time is shorter?" I couldn't help asking.
"like this."
As soon as his voice fell, his palm was emptied, and the power of fading instantly condensed and turned into a light spear, but it was white, not golden.
Then, with a wave of his arm, the spear shot, and the light flashed straight to my calf.
Is this going to pierce my calf? !
I was shocked, I couldn't help but stagger my legs, and subconsciously said: "You are crazy, attack me..."
I swallowed the last half of a sentence, and saw the light spear, which had been deeply inserted in the position where I was standing on my calf. At this time, there was an extra bucket-sized head with sharp teeth. , Extremely scary!
"Hi..." I took a breath: "This thing is not dead?!"
Looking down, I was surprised to find that its severed waist had healed!
"What's the matter?" I couldn't help being surprised: "Can this thing heal itself?"
"No," Old Tyler chuckled and said, "You can only chop off this thing's head, otherwise you can't kill it."
After hearing this, I just waved the knife and cut it without saying a word.
Seeing that the light spear nailing its head has not disappeared, I naturally cannot give up this opportunity to take advantage of its illness and kill it. This is the principle I have always adhered to. Therefore, this knife was also extremely fierce.
The blade flashed, and the monster's head was instantly cut in half by me.
But no blood?
I frowned, wondering if I was dead like this, but because of the previous lesson, I just thought about it, and then continued to swing the knife again, cutting the two halves of the head into pieces.
As soon as the knife was taken over here, Taylor spoke again over there, "You have to keep cutting, or it will live again in a while."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?) , And it appeared white, somewhat similar to the meat in its head, could it be that those were shredded meat?
Subconsciously disgusted, I turned my head and asked Tyler, "How can I kill it?"
Father Taylor took a sip and said leisurely: "This monster is similar to a carrion puppet. It has an inner core. If the inner core is not broken, it will be resurrected endlessly, annoyingly tight."
Hearing what he said, I continued to slash with my knife, anyway, my head is so big, where can I hide the inner core?
Is it possible to hide in the thin body?
If it is hidden in the body, it is not difficult, continue to chop.
Anyway, we have a strong foundation, and it takes no effort to cut a hundred knives and a thousand knives.
So I cut, cut, cut, and cut. When I just cut forty-odd knives, I suddenly heard a discordant sound, and I instantly understood that the core of this thing must have been killed by me.
When he was relieved, he listened to Father Taylor saying: "Run."
Run?
What are you running?
With a dazed expression on my face, before I got back to my senses, I found that the fragment of the monster's head in front of me suddenly increased several times. The head that was originally a big bucket is now the size of a wine barrel!
Faintly, I have a bad premonition, is the inflation rate of this product a bit too fast...Could it be said...
Thinking of this, I jumped and ran away from the scene at a very fast speed.
However, it was a bit late.
I only heard a muffled sound, the white meat and brains, splashing everywhere, I was unfortunately hit in several places.
Although this thing has no smell, it is sticky and disgusting.
I shook my arms several times and didn't remove it, so I asked the smiling three people for help.
Father Taylor grinned at me: "I told you to run, who told you to react slowly."
I blacked my face and said helplessly: "I don't know this thing will explode, it's like an angry toad."
Father Taylor smiled and shook his head, and said, "This thing can't be washed off with water. When you go back, take off the alcohol and so on."
As soon as I stretched out my hand, I mumbled: "Don't you have wine now? You still have a big bag!"
"This wine won't work." Old man Taylor guarded the wine like his life, saying: "These are for drinking."
I know that the old man is addicted to alcohol, if he forces some out of Godot's backpack, the old man will not be able to turn his face with me, so he sighed, and continued to move forward with black lines on his face.
Moving forward this time, Yang Ku no longer complained, but conscientiously manipulated the demonized bat puppet to explore the surroundings.
I asked Tyler, "What is that thing, haven't you seen it before?"
Taylor shook his head and said, "Of course I have seen it, and I have played against it. I don't know the name, but this monster likes to live in the jungles of uncultivated islands. Its teeth are quite sharp. If you take a bite, don't say Remove the bullshit's entire arm, and you can pull a piece of meat off."
Cursing my lips, I rang it out of a sudden attack of mine, and said, "This thing's reaction speed is quick enough."
"It's very agile, but not very threatening," Taylor said: "As long as you pay attention to the sharp fangs, you can kill them at any time."
After listening to Father Taylor’s words, I can’t help sighing, yes, this thing may not be a threat to your old man, but for a fighter like me who relies on agility and explosive power, the threat is not a small one.
Seeing the old man continue to slurp and drink, I turned my gaze to Godot: "The skill you have just now is really beautiful and sharp. What's its name?"
Godot pondered for a moment and said, "The Spear of Victory."
Hey, no wonder I'm familiar with it. It turns out to be the same name as the combat skills in Drop City and Warriors!
When I was about to ask if there were any auxiliary skills such as the gift of courage and angel blessing, Yang Kuo suddenly trembled.
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