Dark Moon Era

What are the benefits of course? I should be a little stronger again.

Regarding this, Tang Ling discovered during the previous trot-his speed became faster, so his face changed at that time.

However, this feeling was subtle. In that case, Tang Ling couldn't verify it, and couldn't know how much he had become stronger.

At this point, he just wanted to quickly return to the barrier of hope, actually verify it, and then use precision instinct to get the most accurate answer.

Thinking, Tang Ling still had some excitement in his mind. Obviously, Wolf's strong performance once again stimulated his longing for power.

For Tang Ling himself, he was not afraid of others being much stronger than him, but feared that the pursuit of strength would come to an end easily.

Just like the humans of the pre-civilized, their recognized boxing champion 'Sen Tai', in the peak state of the peak period, the 800-kilogram boxing force was close to the limit of human beings at that time.

Thinking about it this way is quite boring for Tang Ling, although the human beings of the pre-civilization valued the power of foreign objects brought by technology more than their own development.

There was still a faint sweet smell in the air, and Wolfe only left for less than three minutes after he shouted, then suddenly left the battlefield.

Tang Ling, who had already climbed to the top of the slope, naturally saw the leaving 'Meteor', but he did not think that Wolf's call was not answered. After all, the strong man has his dignity. If he does not get a certain tacit answer, How could she leave silently?

After Tang Ling turned over the top of the slope, the answer was “presented” directly. Those beasts, corpses, and mutant insects that besieged wildly on the energy stone turned out to be lazy and lethargic. Looks like, and then all go away.

This shocked Tang Ling. What kind of method is this? How could it be possible to control the 'enemies' of this battlefield?

On the battlefield, the twenty Ziyue fighters responsible for protecting the energy stone also stopped and each stood with weapons around the energy stone.

They did not hunt down those "enemies" who left. The so-called sleepiness also made these "enemies" instinctively feel dangerous before they left. If they kill at this time, they will really trigger a war. .

Faced with such a result, I hope that the barriers burst into cheers once again, and Wolf's majesty as the city's master will undoubtedly deepen a bit in people's hearts.

But Tang Ling is thinking. Is this situation related to the air's seemingly sweet flavor?

This should be the only explanation. To stop such a war instantly, it must rely on control means.

If it really is as inferred, how terrible are the enemies facing No. 17 security zone? How precarious is this situation?

Moreover, he seems to be caught in it ... Tang Ling has carefully analyzed various clues. Although the truth has not been obtained, the "black hands" against him have a faint connection with the opponents in the 17th security zone. One thing is for sure.

A sense of crisis, a huge sense of crisis, is deeply embedded in Tang Ling's heart, and he must strive to improve himself quickly within a limited time.

At this time, many searchlights in the warehouse area were turned off, and the war had ended. Presumably, the mission of the warehouse area had to be declared a failure, and the searchlights left there had no effect.

The surroundings became dark again, and Tang Ling stood up under the cover of the night. He couldn't wait to try it, and tried to grow a little more this time.

This steep low **** is undoubtedly the best proving ground.

It is close to the fissure. If you sprint down with extreme speed, you must use strong control to stabilize your body so as not to fall into the fissure. This method not only tests the speed, but also obviously responds to nerves. Great test.

Tang Ling has great confidence in the speed of his nerve response. His trouble has always been that he has been unable to calculate it.

"That's it. Although it is not as accurate as the measurement of nerve response speed by the instrument, it can also get a rough idea." Tang Ling thought, then took a deep breath.

Facing the whistling evening wind, towards the steep hillside, I sprinted towards the bottom with my own extreme speed.

At the limit speed, the **** with a vertical height of about 50 meters, and the distance of the **** line according to the simplest Pythagoras theorem, the roughest calculation, it will probably not exceed 70 meters, not to mention this steep **** Close to vertical.

Tang Ling sprinted to the bottom of the **** in less than 3 seconds.

The precise instinct has informed Tang Ling the most accurate data. He took a distance of 62 meters in 2.2 seconds, and now his speed of 100 meters has reached an amazing 3.55 seconds.

In the first measurement, Tang Ling's running distance per second was 18.18 meters.

A piece of fierce beast meat, coupled with his training life and growth in the first reserve camp, allowed Tang Ling's running distance to increase by nearly a third, to about 24 meters per second.

Today, with less rigorous calculations, the distance traveled per second has reached 28.18 meters. Even if the impact of acceleration from the steep **** is eliminated, the distance of this movement will not exceed 1 meter.

After all, acceleration is affected by time, and it took me only 2.2 seconds to rush down.

How much improvement can a crystal bring? Or mixed up after a big war and also helped bring some improvement?

Tang Ling's mind flashed through countless thoughts in an instant. At such an extreme speed, he had to control his body in time and then stop.

Out of his self-confidence, Tang Ling chose the place of the steepest **** closest to the fissure ‘doing death’.

‘Brush’, just before the crack was less than 60 centimeters away, Tang Ling stopped his body perfectly, because the speed of the pause was too rapid, and the sound of a wind broke from his side.

This result made Tang Ling extremely satisfied. According to his previous level, it is estimated that it is necessary to reach the edge of the crack to barely stabilize the body.

However, Tang Ling was too late to be happy. At this time, the crack that made people feel unusually uncomfortable suddenly issued a small vibration.

Tang Ling just stopped and shook his body unconsciously for a few moments, and moved two steps towards the crack, and then he barely stabilized his body.

At this point, Ziyue seemed to be more hazy.

Tang Ling was half-knelt, supporting her body with one hand, and was about to stand up.

The wind became milder, gently blowing through the crack.

Suddenly, the crack shook slightly, and a huge face protruded from the crack, as opposed to Tang Ling, who looked up subconsciously to see what happened.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

As long as Tang Ling is awake, his brain is full of all kinds of thoughts and computing data all the time.

"What is it?" This was the only thought in Tang Ling's heart, the face in front of him ... the face in front of him! !! Is it human? Is it a corpse?

neither! It does not have the gray eyes peculiar to the corpse, and besides the eyes and decay, the corpse can still be seen as human.

The face in front of me can only say that it is similar to humans, but it is not human at all.

Tang Ling just rolled his eyes, and the face facing him also rolled his eyes ...

The next moment, Tang Ling stopped looking at that face at all, but instead swooped towards this face in this half-kneeling posture.

His head hit the incisor of this giant face, but at the same time, he was not using it while hanging around his waist, and the remaining grenade was also held in his hand, and the pull ring was bitten off. , Homeopathy shoved into the mouth of that giant face.

"Fuck, it's scary for you." Tang Ling rolled over and rolled towards the side. The rapidly changing posture, even if Tang Ling had such excellent control of his body, he could barely control the direction.

He almost fell into the crack, but finally managed to stabilize his body.

At that moment, the giant face issued a strong shock, and the flesh mixed with fangs burst from the mouth ...

These flesh are weird orange-red, flying around, and as soon as they hit the ground, they make a sound of 'Ziz', as if a spark fell on the ground.

A few drops of it inevitably splashed on Tang Ling's body, but they instantly burned Tang Ling's regular combat uniform into several small holes.

It was also at this time, that giant face turned to look at Tang Ling again, with huge anger in his eyes.

"Not dead?" Tang Ling couldn't believe it, almost got up and wanted to run in the other direction.

The crack kept shaking slightly behind Tang Ling. Tang Ling didn't look back at all. He thought with his **** that the giant face monster must have crawled out.

"Tang Ling, Tang Ling ..." Just then, Tang Ling heard someone calling his name behind him.

Damn, I'm so famous? Climb one out of the crack and know me?

Tang Ling's scalp exploded. In fact, he didn't want to be so unfriendly. When he met, he ‘rewarded’ that giant face and blame a grenade.

Why should I say hello?

But Tang Ling couldn't explain why, when he saw the huge face, an instinct of aversion and hostility came from his bones.

"Tang Ling, Tang ..." The voice behind him was still calling Tang Ling's name, already a little tired and weak.

But how familiar?

For more than three seconds, Tang Ling had ran out for some distance, and the sound behind him was obviously lower, but this familiarity made Tang Ling tangled in the end, he could not help but look back.

"What a ghost!" Just at a glance Tang Ling couldn't help but scream. By moonlight, he could see that most of the giant face monster had crawled out of the crack, but it was estimated that the injury was too serious and could not hold it.

So it was strangely hung on the edge of the crack, and its hot blood was scattered around, letting a huge mist evaporate around its body.

In this hazy fog, Tang Ling dimly saw something still struggling on the monster's huge back.

If you guessed well, the sound was uploaded from what the monster was carrying.

"Monster's cub?" Tang Ling swallowed a spit, making such a guess in his heart, but at the same time stopped.

Should you risk taking this suspected monster back to the barrier of hope? Maybe it has great research value.

When Tang Ling of the action group thinks this way, the whole person has actually walked towards the monster carefully.

He is sure that he doesn't know any monster with a cub. It is probably the special ability of that cub. After all, in this era, there are not all kinds of messy special abilities.

The mist was getting denser, with a strong smell of sulfur and extremely high temperatures.

Tang Ling endured the acrid smell and uncomfortable temperature, and approached the body of the giant face monster again.

Here, the fog was even thicker, almost no fingers were visible, and Tang Ling's eyesight was very good. He could only see the fuzzy position of the monster's dried-up corpse on the back.

With a wave of his hand, Tang Ling grabbed the wolf bite in his hand, thought about it, and replaced it with a finger tiger.

Maybe the living monster cub is more valuable. He doesn't feel reckless. After all, how strong is a monster that can be easily killed by a grenade? Not to mention its cubs?

Thinking of this, Tang Ling once again determined the position, rushed to scream and rushed forward, grabbing the still struggling shadow and struck hard.

"Ah, **** ..."

"You still learn how to scold humans?" Tang Ling's fist fell like raindrops.

"I X, Tang Ling, you ..."

"Grandpa's name is what you call? Monster Cub?" Tang Ling didn't take any action. He just felt that this monster Cub was too hard.

But Tang Ling is not worried. With such a big fog and such a big change here, I hope that the barriers will be sent to investigate soon. Isn't he going to grab the first job before that? Grab a monster cub that only has the ability of ‘parrot’.

"Lao Tzu is a flying dragon." In the gap where Tang Ling's fist fell, the monster cub finally grasped the time and roared quickly.

"Oh, who is the flying dragon? Flying pigs are useless." Tang Ling punched again and suddenly stopped.

After that, the fight was so full of joy that there was no response to the name of the dragon.

In fact, this is not to blame Tang Ling. He and Feilong had only contacted twice, and the Feilong disappeared ...

"First untie the rope to help me, I won't care about you." Feilong took a cool breath, but in fact he had made up his mind. Once he got rid of the restraint, he must find a reason to beat Tang Ling.

This kid ... I just didn't see it for a month. Why did my fist become so hard and it hurt a little?

Tang Ling blinked his eyes ... Feilong? Captain Purple Moon Warrior? Is he on the monster's back? I don't know if pretend to have amnesia now, can it work?

Or pretend that he is not Tang Ling at all, in fact Tang Ling posing as Yu? Well, Yu's family used high-tech to do it, such as pre-civilized cosmetic surgery, because I think Tang Ling's appearance is the most standard appearance of human ...

"Tang Ling, if you don't hurry up. When this guy's body comes out, we will all have to die." Feilong was anxious, and shouted loudly and solemnly.

With a slap, a light passed across the dragon's face, and Tang Ling extinguished the small flashlight, after confirming that it was really a dragon.

Do not hesitate anymore, and quickly untie the dragon's rope tied to the monster.