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- "Bang" The mechanical movement of repeatedly changing directions left and right made Cliff's arms a little tired. After more than twenty blows, he finally made a mistake and used too much force, tearing the wound on his right arm and helping the red-armored beast turn over. Being dead, Cliff could only blame himself in his heart, and quickly distanced himself from the red-armored beast.
The red-armored beast was beaten with bruises all over its body. It was finally rolled back and landed on its legs again. The hatred in its heart for the human holding the stick in front of it continued to rise. It wanted to cut him into pieces right now and make him a corpse. into lunch.
With the red-armored beast turning over and Cliff temporarily retreating, a new round of fighting is about to begin.
Cliff is also a man who is rough but fine. When he hit the red-armored beast just now, half of the more than 20 attacks succeeded in blowing notes with the help of air. Now he has the same attack power as in the game. Strengthening, endurance enhancement, and a series of other buffs. If the injury to his right arm hadn't affected his movement, he would have definitely been able to quickly knock down the half-disabled red-armored beast with his experience and physical advantages.
Although the red-armored beast was defeated and retreated steadily, its vital points were well protected by the protection of its external carapace, and it still had the strength to fight. What's more, it has now entered an "angry" state, and its strength is "scratch." "Ren" increased by one section.
The "angry" state is unique to some monsters. "Angry" will only be activated when a vital part is hit, or when the hatred for the enemy reaches a certain level. This is just like the Saiyans in Dragon Ball. The strength of Daichikamon is not the same, and it will also cause greater difficulties for hunters. Of course, everything has advantages and disadvantages. After being "angry", the monster with little sense will become more impulsive and attack blindly, and the hunter will cause it The damage is naturally more.
It seems that one person and one animal have reached a tacit understanding, and both sides started to move at the same time.
The red-armored beast repeated its old trick, protruding its long pink tongue. This time, Cliff was naturally prepared. Although he was not a Saint, he would not be defeated twice by small tricks. He increased the dodge distance and paid attention to the tongue at the same time. Every move and this set of responses made the red-armored beast's move in vain.
When the tongue was retracted, the red-armored beast naturally revealed its flaws. Cliff almost ran at a speed of 100 meters, forcibly closing the distance with the red-armored beast, aiming at the most vulnerable part of the abdomen, and prepared to attack. Heavy hammer.
The red-armored beast was not stupid. Although its body could not move quickly due to the retraction of its tongue, it still turned around, protected its abdomen, and used its only intact back carapace to fight Cliff head-on.
"Bang." Dizi's thick head collided with the hardest back of the red-armored beast. The person and the beast were forced back two steps by the huge reaction force before they could stabilize their center of gravity. The red-armored beast almost almost retreated. Give the tongue that you just retracted to Buckler.
This time, one person and one beast ended up in a draw.
The red-armored beast didn¡¯t think it was a draw. It was beaten in vain and it was not his style to ask for no interest.
A new trick can not be made, the red nails are not only the two kung fu on the punch and the tongue.
Yellow saliva gathered in the mouth of the red-armored beast, and the salivary glands in the mouth secreted saliva crazily.
Then, "Bah", a yellow ball of saliva the size of two fists spurted out from the mouth of the red-armored beast. Like a fire dragon spitting fireballs, the ball of water from the red-armored beast flew straight towards Ke, who was waiting in formation not far away. Reeve.
After a roll, Cliff held the meter-and-a-half-long flute and completed a perfect dodge on the ground. It could be said that the saliva ball passed by without any water dripping from his body. This yellow and disgusting saliva was completely avoided by Cliff.
"Bah", "bah", "bah".
The red-armored beast seemed to have a small steel cannon installed in its mouth. Balls of saliva were sprayed out one after another. If a person had done this alone, he would have used up all the saliva in his life long ago.
The yellow spitballs were launched one after another. Cliff suddenly changed from the attacker to the defender. He couldn't lift his head after being beaten, so he could only move carefully and roll to dodge.
"Stab it." The saliva ball hit the ground, splashing a few drops of saliva and just hit Cliff's leg. Cliff felt his feet go weak, and he knew something bad. It turned out that the red-armored beast was not only It's disgusting saliva, but saliva with a paralyzing effect. If he is hit by a direct hit, he may collapse to the ground.
"Roar." Seeing that Cliff seemed to have been hit by a saliva bomb, the red-armored beast let out another short roar in excitement, venting its resentment and not giving Cliff any time to reply. His potential was fully stimulated, and he spoke The "small steel cannon" also turned into a submachine gun, and the three small spitballs "chuchu tutu" fired again, flying towards Cliff's vitals.
With his legs paralyzed, of course he couldn't move to dodge. Cliff had no choice but to temporarily avoid the sharp edge. He rolled once, then again, and retreated more than three meters after two rolls.While keeping the distance, he also dodged three saliva bombs from the red-armored beast.
Leg paralysis is undoubtedly a fatal injury to a hunter. Cliff is used to big winds and waves, so he can still deal with this small matter. With the safe distance opened by rolling, Cliff squatted down and slapped his right calf with both hands. Finally, The effect of paralysis has been relieved. Although the calf cannot point and walk as well as it could when it was intact, it is no longer like a disabled person. While doing this, Cliff also mentally took out the music score of the small restoration technique and prepared to play it later.
This time around, the red-armored beast had a slight advantage.
"Bah," Cliff spat on the ground and picked up his hunting whistle again.
The red-armored beast roared excitedly, unaware that death was coming.
Cliff ran in small steps and avoided the red-armored beast's new saliva bullet. He stayed close and hammered.
"Bang", the flute hit the red-armored beast in the open mouth, almost smashing the red-armored beast's face.
"Move, let's do it again." Cliff muttered to himself, and simply moved half a step to the right. His eyes found the smashed carapace of the red-armored beast in front of him, and he gave it a simple hammer blow.
"Click", the carapace on the left side of the red-armored beast was completely shattered, revealing the pink and gray flesh inside, and the entire external defense system collapsed.
"Bang", "bang", "bang", the red-armored beast, who was still worried about the wound on his mouth, was hit by Cliff's menacing combination of hammers. He couldn't find the north, and the carapace on the left Completely broken, Cliff's last blow could be said to have hit the vital point. The red-armored beast roared miserably in pain, and immediately curled up into a ball again, planning to run away.
How could Cliff let the red-armored beast run away? He didn't show any pretense or think about anything. It was still on the left side of the red-armored beast, still in the same position, still using the flute, and still with a heavy blow.
"Poof." A big hole was made in the red-armored beast's flesh, and the blood inside sputtered out. The huge pain made the red-armored beast weaken, and it could no longer escape. It just curled up into a ball. Then he looked like a scarab beetle again.
The red-armored beast, which had lost its ability to fight, could only die miserably. It was teased by Cliff, and was driven into hell with one flute after another. Finally, it let out a mournful cry and became motionless.
The red-armored beast is defeated.
"Hoo, hoo." Cliff was breathing heavily after a long period of strenuous exercise. Although this hunting could only be described as ordinary to him, to Constance from afar, it was a textbook experience. of hunting.
Anticipation, positioning, dodging, charging, many of the skills used by hunters when hunting were all seen by Constance. It was like an enlightenment. Constance felt as if he had entered a new hunter. In this world, unlike the head-to-head confrontation between people, the relationship between hunters and monsters is more about the suppression of wisdom and the play of skills. These things Constance cannot learn from Ella.
"Uncle Cliff, are you okay?" Constance ran over in a hurry.
"It's okay, it's okay, just give way and I'll play another tune." Only after the beating, Cliff clearly felt the condition of his whole body, and felt that there was still some discomfort in his arms, so he asked Constance to give in, and he again Played with the flute.
"Didi woo woo." Four incomprehensible notes were blown out. Constance was surprised to find that Cliff's skin trauma was slowly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. One minute passed, and the length of his right arm was about four centimeters. The wound grew new flesh.
Cliff stared at the wound, moved his right arm slightly, and said, "It's okay, it doesn't affect movement."
Although Cliff just played a tune lightly, it stirred up a storm in Constance's heart. Thinking of his own space bag, an astonishing plan emerged in Constance's mind.
"Let's leave after peeling off the materials. This is just a low-level red beetle. Let's get a few materials and leave." Different levels have different visions. In Cliff's eyes, the materials are like waste, but in Constant's eyes In Si's eyes, it was like a treasure. If Constance wasn't really in a hurry to get the hell flower, Constance might just peel the red beetle, split it apart, and stuff it into his bag.
"It should be here." Constance put some of the red beetle materials into his backpack and looked around, paying attention to the protruding rocks in the magma, trying to find a hell flower.
"Constance, is it that one?" Cliff looked at it for a long time, then suddenly called Constance, pointed to a protruding rock about 20 meters away from the magma, and asked.
Constance took a closer look and saw a black flower standing on the rock. He recalled the description of the hell flower by the village chief cat and said, "That's it."
Thank you deep in my heartBreathe, Fengling¡¯s reward, and the loli-faced uncle¡¯s recommendation vote. I¡¯m already in school. I tried coding today. The effect is about 1,500 words an hour. The efficiency is a little low, but the update can still be guaranteed. . thanks for your support.
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