Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Through the stretch of the white line, Shao Xuan jumped up and avoided a rush of direct fire. Meanwhile, hold the last spearhead dart in your hand.

The remaining white line wrapped around the dart body. As Shao Xuan jumped and the white line tightened, Shao Xuan could clearly feel the tension from the dart body.

Take a deep breath, Shao Xuan held the spearhead dart's hand swinging quickly to the left and right, then pulling hard back.

Kill!

Squeak--

If the sawmill is strangled by steel wire, the sound of the sawmill rings again.

This time, however, it was not just a few voices, but almost at the same time, in dozens of places simultaneously, and the sound was sharper than just now, as if those who heard it had seen a thick tree strapped to the trunk, with nerves strained.

Though they don't know what Shao Xuan really wants to do, they also know how to cooperate with their teammates in such an emergency, even if they don't think Shao Xuan can do anything.

I don't know, they just stepped back and heard those screaming nerves.

People looked past and wanted to find the reason for that, but soon they were completely shocked by the sight in front of them.

Originally loose socket net, tightened instantly.

In the swing of the vine, some vines are wrapped around a constricted net, feeling the restraint of wrapping, and the more the vine struggles, the tighter the wrapped lines become.

It all changes, less than a breathing time.

Boom, boom, boom!

Immediately after the squeak, a broken silk string or a broken hardwood chord sounded almost simultaneously, giving the person who was already nervous a feeling that his brain seemed to blow up.

And these sounds are accompanied by the “blood” of the splashing fire spear.

Whether it's the branches close to the ground or the vines that are swimming in the air, the red juice that flows inside them, almost at the same moment, splashes out with those voices.

From two different spears of fire, the splattered blood red liquid with an alternative rage belonging to the predators of the plant world, like two blossoms blooming at the same time, brighter than the flame-like vines!

Tower once thought that the kind of blood flower painted on the skin roll was the most like the one painted by blood, but at this moment, he realized that the sight in front of him, subverted what he had thought, such a visual shock, even after a long time, would be memorable.

Not a little bit of blood, but a slaughterhouse.

One kill, one kill, one must kill...

Shao Xuan felt that Old Ke said a certain way of killing, he seemed to be able to touch the door.

However, this semi-finished cord can only count as an incomplete killing maneuver brought about by an abbreviated serial cord, far short of what Old Graham called a must-kill maneuver.

If the white line is long enough, the center of the set can be shrunk into a mesh pocket like a balloon, but the size of the plant is too large, and now there is more than one. In the case of insufficient material, Shao Xuan's cover can only circle the two spears in half.

However, it is sufficient to solve the immediate problems.

The broken white line shook and drifted down gently. Splashing red liquid like flowers blossomed and then faded again. The broken branches threw up and fell again...

In a blink of an eye, two fierce spears of fire just now.

The previous fire spear had been cut by the towers for a while. After the harvest, they were more seriously injured, twisting their bodies, retrieving the injured and unharmed branches to the center, and then spinning like screws into the ground, the ground trembled briefly, and then disappeared.

And the other spear, less wounded than the former, was not sure if it was the one just now, or had already known that he had no chance of winning, was no longer obsessed, and went away as soon as he went underground.

The battlefield, which had just sounded, calmed down again, leaving only one ground with a broken branch and a flowing red liquid with a vegetative scent.

Shao Xuan gasped for coarse breath. The strength in his body continued to flinch. When he set the condom, he had approached its limit several times. The power was almost exhausted in a short time. Due to excessive force, in order to set the set in the shortest time, the set arms, shoulders, running legs and feet, etc. now have a strong sense of acid and numbness. After relaxing, his fingers trembled uncontrollably. It is estimated that he will not be able to stop for a moment and a half.

He was exhausted and Shao Xuan didn't want to stand anymore. He lifted his feet and dumped the red liquid that flushed to his feet. He looked around him. Behind him was a thick branch of a pumped bucket. He didn't care about the red liquid on the trunk. He sat down directly, and the stone box he was holding was also resting on the ground.

The sound of Shao Xuan's shelving box pulls people back to their senses.

Gho looked at the mess of the place and turned his head to look at Shao Xuan. He was about to ask something. His arm was caught on high. Because in the scene just now, Gho nerves were still tight. He was frightened by the scratch. He felt that his arm should also be strangled like the vine of fire just now. He almost swallowed his hand and smoked it.

“Fuck... what?!” The gyro shakes his arm, trying to get rid of the creepy feeling of strangulation just now.

“... legs are a little soft.” With a frowned face, it's rare that this person, who is not afraid of anything, is frightened like this. He was closer, and he was going to chop another vine, and that happened. Two of the splashy liquids on the vine that was closer to him drained him. It was completely different from the pleasant blood sexiness when he chopped it. Instead, he felt furry in his heart.

“Xuan, what was that?” The gyro slowed down and asked.

Others heard the story and brushed it all over Shao Xuan.

“Was that? It's a condom.” Shao Xuan replied.

If you don't believe in the face of the Tao et al. how can you set up a rope like this?

Shao Xuan didn't explain much.

In fact, there were still large sockets like this a long time ago, and some people in the tribe also used them. It's just that Old Ke said that everyone's admiration for power gradually abandoned this skill, and the stronger the prey, the higher the demand for socketing materials, the harder it is to find the materials, and then many people who love to use the sockets use less, the less they can pass on, even less.

Looking up at the sky, almost all the tall trees around were cut off, leaving a spot empty.

Under the blue sky, the broken branches and wood chips thrown at the receptacle have long fallen, and the only thing left is the white hair that slowly drifts with the breeze.

Shao Xuan reached out to catch a truncated white hair that drifted after the truncation. The truncation was only half its original length, while a large roll of long wire that had not been easily connected before had all collapsed, most of which had been broken into such small pieces.

After all, it is not real steel wire, and breaking into this is also logical.

If the white line is stronger, the set time is more adequate and perfect, and the collection is faster, the vine will be cut quickly at the moment of the collection, and the "blood” will not splash out like this. Then it's really invisible.

And, of course, because of the many flaws in the previously connected lines of white hair, the visual effects and vibrations are even stronger.

Not only was the tower and others shocked, Shao Xuan himself was shocked.

He had no idea it would work like this.

The first time such a large cord was set up, it worked much better than expected. And that's thanks to this white line. It's just a shame, like Old Graham said, the material is hard to find.

The tower looked at Shao Xuan in complexity and then greeted the people to clean up the battlefield. Those broken branches they could not eat and were not listed on the skin roll of the beast, and threw away far away.

As for the red liquid on the ground, the tower does not care.

Fire spears are the "predators” here, and the "blood” of these “predators" will take many organisms away until these “blood” disappears.

Fortunately, the tree they lived in yesterday left a distance in search of the seedlings of the thieves, and later missed some distance when fighting the spear, so the tree only had traces of smoking on its trunk and a few holes stabbed. At least there's a place to sleep tonight.