"Brother, do we want to take action?" Hidden in a secret corner, Du Xiaoyun asked Wang Xiaoyang gently.
The beheading team is now less than three kilometers away from the cold-scaled horned python, so they must be careful in their actions, otherwise they are likely to be discovered by the opponent.
"Let's wait for now." Wang Xiaoyang said slowly after careful consideration.
"The main purpose of our coming here this time is to kill the cold-scale horned python, but the number of alien beasts outside now can kill us just by the consumption. We only have one chance, so we can't just act casually to scare the snake."
"Then we have to wait until night?" Du Xiaoyun asked.
"Wait!" Wang Xiaoyang made up his mind,
"According to the plan, I will first lure...be careful!" Wang Xiaoyang suddenly shouted, and then a dazzling thunder light burst out from his hand and entangled everyone else. In an instant, he burst out at extremely high speed, killing the members of the beheading team. The members left their positions with them.
Then, the second after Wang Xiaoyang and the others left, a snake tail filled with anger crashed down, directly leveling that location to the ground.
"Have you been discovered?" About a hundred meters away from the original place, Wang Xiaoyang waved his hand to break the chasing shock wave, and looked at the huge snake not far away that was obscured by dust and became somewhat mouldy. .
"Hiss!" As the smoke and dust dispersed, a big white snake nearly fifty meters long, with ice energy fluctuating violently on its body, slowly appeared in front of the beheading team.
Cold scale horned python. It's just that the extremely hard silver horn on the top of the cold scale horned python's head that should have been a symbol of its strength has disappeared, leaving only a root position of about twenty centimeters.
"Cold Scale Horned Python, I want to meet my old friend. Is this how you say hello?" Wang Xiaoyang waved to others to leave quickly and said provocatively towards the other party.
"Woof, roar, ocean -" the cold-scaled horned python spat out these three words one by one, and its pronunciation was quite standard.
Seventh-level alien beasts, like human transcendents of the same level, are existences that have completely transcended the limitations of their own race and are moving towards a higher level of life.
So for them, it's just a matter of effort to learn another language, it just depends on whether they want to learn it or not.
"Wang Xiaoyang, I will never forget the smell of you!" The cold-scaled horned python subconsciously stuck out its tongue when it said this. It was this habit from its original race that allowed him to Even though he was so far away, he found Wang Xiaoyang who was already prepared.
It's just that this cold-scaled horned python is obviously not very proficient in Donghuang dialect, so there isn't much tone support in what it says, causing the meaning it sounds to not match its expression.
Of course, this is not important. The monstrous murderous aura of the cold-scaled horned python speaks for itself.
"Hahaha! So that's how it is. It's just a matter of distance." Wang Xiaoyang laughed three times, and then quickly adjusted his mentality.
"I think with the relationship between us, we don't need to continue talking nonsense, right?" As he spoke, Wang Xiaoyang pulled out the sword on his back that looked full of holes, and said calmly: "I only used it to cut off Your horn, this time, I want your life!" The cold-scaled horned python went berserk when it saw this scene, because it clearly remembered that it was the knife that killed its companion and cut off its own horn. knife.
"Wang Xiaoyang! You are looking for death!" The cold-scaled horned python didn't talk nonsense. It immediately opened its mouth and blasted out majestic cold air.
However, Wang Xiaoyang had already expected it, and he instantly transformed into lightning and flew to the back of the cold-scaled horned python, and then slashed it with his sword.
"Hiss!!" Although the cold-scaled horned python was not seriously injured due to its strong scale defense, this knife in the same position as before directly swallowed up the little sanity that the cold-scaled horned python had after seeing Wang Xiaoyang.
"Wang Xiaoyang! I want your life!" The cold-scaled horned python, which completely started to go berserk, could no longer care about anything else. It immediately fought with Wang Xiaoyang, and then quickly headed towards the direction where the alien beasts gathered under the guidance of the other party.
Watching the two high-level experts fighting further and further away, the other members of the beheading team who had been looking for a place to hide since the war finally showed their heads.
"Although there was an accident, it still went smoothly according to the commander-in-chief's plan." Hong Xin said with some emotion.
Ever since they learned a few days ago that the target this time was actually the cold-scaled horned python, Wang Xiaoyang quickly made a plan for it: to use the cold-scaled horned python's hatred towards him, he would first anger the other party, Then try to see if you can recreate the battle situation that year.
Judging from the current situation, Wang Xiaoyang seems to have succeeded. On the other side, as the cold-scaled horned python, lured by Wang Xiaoyang, got closer and closer to the gathering place of the strange beasts, he felt inexplicably flustered for some reason.
Things went so smoothly that even Wang Xiaoyang couldn't believe it. However, Wang Xiaoyang's angry look when he saw the cold-scaled horned python really didn't look like a lie, so that shouldn't be this guy's problem.
"Is there another seventh-level alien beast out there that is ambushing me?" Wang Xiaoyang's heart skipped a beat, and he thought that based on the intelligence this time, there were three seventh-level alien beasts in the beast tide, so his guess was not impossible.
So Wang Xiaoyang immediately relaxed the frequency of close combat with the cold-scaled horned python, and instead used various long-range thunder element energy attacks. At the same time, he secretly held the small box in his hand, preparing to take the medicine immediately if something happened.
As the battlefield between the two gradually approached the group of alien beasts, Wang Xiaoyang's worries came true, but it was not another seventh-level alien beast, but a flute sound that sounded extremely clear.
"Flute sound?" Just when Wang Xiaoyang was confused, he suddenly felt that the sense of violence in the cold-scaled horned python disappeared quickly. Then he looked at the other person's eyes again. What was left in them was only calmness and hatred, and A bit of a joke.
"Wang Xiaoyang, do you think I will fall for you again? Suffer death!" Not only did the cold-scaled horned python wake up and began to exert its physical advantages, but there were also three animals in the group of alien beasts that they had approached. A sixth-level alien beast and several fifth-level alien beasts continued to attack Wang Xiaoyang.
Although the attacks of these mid-level beasts were not enough to cause much effective damage to Wang Xiaoyang, their interference made Wang Xiaoyang, who was already at an advantage, even more constrained.
Take advantage of the situation! This word flashed through Wang Xiaoyang's mind instantly. At the same time, he also understood that the cold-scaled horned python alone would definitely not be able to think of this idea, so there was only one answer: people from the Beast God Cult.
And the flute sound that is floating on the battlefield now should be the work of those from the Beast God Cult.
"These people are raping!" Wang Xiaoyang's face turned livid. Although he could barely continue to fight against the cold-scaled horned python, if he continued like this, his body wouldn't be able to hold on for long!
