National Games Forbidden Land: Obtain the strongest exploration system at the beginning

It's a matter of life and death.

He was no longer allowed to have the slightest thought of anything else.

No matter what happened before, they must work together to cut off the monster in front of them now.

At this moment, Ling Feng and Zhang Qiling had already rushed out, their figures were like lightning, and they stepped forward,

"Let's go together!"

Ye Chen, who was on his side, suddenly reacted, and the mountaineering hook in his hand was swung out violently, and under a strong force, the rope turned out to be like a horizontal bridge built in mid-air.

Ling Feng stepped on it in one step, and with the power of the shock on the rope, the whole person jumped up like a falcon in the sky.

At the moment when he was approaching the King of Ten Thousand Slaves, the platinum ancient knife in his hand had already slashed at his eyes fiercely.

As if sensing the rich evil aura on the Wannu King, the cold light on the Qilin teeth flickered, and countless evil ghost phantoms resurfaced, roaring at it in the sky.

Sneer-between

the cold light flickering.

The razor-sharp blade slashed at the eye socket of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves.

All I heard was a sneer.

The indestructible diamond bone was torn open with a tiny crack, the pitch-black eyes were also cut off, and blood continued to gush out.

Seeing this, Ling Feng slashed out again.

Brush brush brush ~

I saw a cold light flashing, and in an instant, he had already slashed seven times in a row.

Boom!

The fierce qi that had been suppressed in the body of the Wannu King for thousands of years was completely released,

and the crack in its eye socket quickly spread to all sides.

With a dull sound, the part above the eye socket of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves actually slipped directly from the top of his head.

Such a serious injury, even the King Kong corpse could not bear it.

The King of Ten Thousand Slaves let out a beastly roar, and his huge body slammed into such a desperate effort that even the bronze coffin was almost overturned by it.

"Little brother, Ye Chen, it's up to you!".

Seeing this, Ling Feng, who had landed on the ground, had already retreated into the distance.

He took a heavy breath, and the shot just now seemed to be short, but it greatly consumed his mental and physical strength.

At this moment, a paleness appeared in his face.

The pain under his chest was even more amazing, and he exhaled with a burning pain.

"Okay, don't worry!"

Seeing that the shot hit the King of Wannu hard, Zhang Qiling and the others were also shocked.

But they had seen similar methods before, so they hadn't lost their minds for too long, and the moment they heard Ling Feng's urging, his whole person had already made a brazen move.

The so-called taking advantage of his illness to kill him!

The right hand wrapped around the chain shook slightly, and the mountaineering hook suddenly broke through the air, stabbing into the top of the head of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves without leaving any residue.

Its head had been cut off in half by Wang Cheng just now, and now it was hooked by a sharp nine-claw hook, almost tearing the remaining half of the head of the Wannu King to pieces.

Ye Chen also seemed to know that this would only aggravate its injuries, and would not completely kill the King of Ten Thousand Slaves.

So after throwing the carabiner, the others have already rushed out quickly.

It's amazingly fast.

At the moment when he was close to the King of Ten Thousand Slaves, Ling Feng in the distance suddenly saw something in his hand, and after taking a closer look, he found that it was actually a package of explosives used to open the mountain.

When he first went up the mountain, he saw it at Long Aotian.

It's a pity that Long Aotian was dizzy, and no one took the explosives anymore, and even Ling Feng subconsciously ignored the whereabouts of the explosives under the stab.

Unexpectedly, this guy actually secretly hid a bag of Ling Feng on his body,

and suddenly felt a little afraid.

After all, they came all the way, and there was a crater at the bottom, and the guy smoked a hookah several times.

As long as the slightest carelessness falls on the explosive fuse, all of them will be blown up into the sky in an instant.

"Grass!".

Looking at Ye Chen's gloomy face, Ling Feng couldn't help but curse secretly.

This old ghost is really thoughtful, and even he has lied to him.

And the most important thing is that he could have killed the King of Ten Thousand Slaves with the help of explosives just now, but he can actually endure it until now.

......

On the battlefield, when Ye Chen was close to the King of Wannu, he threw out the bag of explosives.

With a loud bang, the monster's head and shoulders were blown open, and debris and qi rushed out in all directions, and Ling Feng, who was fleeing in an instant, was still affected.

ー I was swept out by the air wave, but fortunately I didn't hit the stone but I was also fallen, my chest was stuffy, and my ears were full of buzzing sounds.

Ye Chen was even more miserable.

The yield of explosives was too large, and he was closest to the source of the explosion, and the whole person was thrown out directly.

And they thought he was going to die.

Unexpectedly, when he was about to fall to the ground, Ye Chen actually threw out the nine-claw hook again, and grabbed the edge of a rock.

With the force transmitted back by the rope, the whole person swung down.

But even so, his back still hit the pile of rubble, the clothes on his body were scratched, blood overflowed from the

corners of his mouth, and a handful of old bones probably fell apart.

Lying on the ground, his eyes closed, he didn't know if he was dead.

Shen Jiang and another guy who could move hurriedly rushed up, helped Ye Chen up from the pile of rubble, and carefully treated his wounds.

However, Ling Feng had no time to take care of him, and struggled to get up from the ground, pressing the faintly painful chest

explosion that caused a small collapse of the snow-capped mountain again.

Ling Feng, who was sitting on the ground, listened to the movement above his head in horror, and the rumbling sound continued.

A few guys behind him also had palpitations, and looked around nervously, for fear that the roof of the cave would not be able to withstand the avalanche and collapse all at once.

The light of the flares had completely dissipated, and darkness had fallen like a bird.

Only two or three flashlights that rolled down the rocks were still glowing, and the thunderous breathing in the darkness came and went—

but fortunately, the movement did not last long, and after ten minutes or so, it gradually disappeared, and the surroundings fell into a deathly silence again. Ling Feng suddenly heard a low sob.

Follow the sound and look back.

I found that behind a huge rock, Lin Yun, whose face was covered with blood, was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, tears falling from his eyes.

It seems that the people have completely collapsed.

Although he has been a soldier, he is only a person after all, where has he experienced such a life and death escape.

The shadow of death never lifted.

Someone dies every moment.

Seeing him holding his face and sobbing in a low voice, Ling Feng couldn't help but feel a little sad

, from the mountain down to here, he didn't know how he persevered until this moment.

The few remaining people were not much better than him.

Ye Chen and Long Aotian were seriously injured and unconscious, and the guy who had one arm torn off also fell into shock because of excessive bleeding.

The difference between the two is only sooner or later.

Ah Yuan and another unnamed guy leaned against the shadow of Ruobi, curled themselves up, smoked a net cigarette silently, and didn't say a word, and it was estimated that they had collapsed.

The only ones who can remain calm are Ling Feng and Zhang Qiling.

Taking a deep breath, the energy of the body-strengthening potion hidden deep in his body had already repaired his injured body.

The pain was gone.

Reaching out and shaking it, the terrifying power surged like a tide again.

Ignoring the people behind him, picking up a flashlight from the ground, Mu Tiange walked directly through the pile of rocks and walked back to the stone platform.

As soon as he had walked a few steps, he saw the bones of the King of Wannu.

It's just that it was extremely fierce before, but now it is blurred by the explosion, lying on the ground, dead and rolling, and it has no life.

I don't know why, as he passed by its corpse, a trace of strangeness suddenly surged in Ling Feng's heart.

It is rumored that the Wannu kings of Dongxia in the past dynasties were monsters who crawled out of the underground world.

But no one can say what's going on.

At this moment, Ling Feng didn't care about the corpse stench on its body that was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved, and squatted to the side to take a closer look.

Remove the severed head.

The Wannu King had a total of twelve hands on his body, and he hadn't paid much attention to it before, but now he realized that those long hands looked like the tentacles of a hundred-legged dragon.