Survival instinct made Ling Yang stand up with excitement.

But there was a step under her feet, so her kneeling made her turn directly.

She raised her hand to maintain balance, but found that her right hand could not move at all. Alas, she was dislocated again.

But Ling Yang barely stood firm and told himself to take steps and run quickly.

This is the outer periphery of the mall, and the sidewalks are down the steps. The street lights here just happened to be destroyed, so the lighting is maintained by the shopping mall in front.

The night was very thick today. Although it didn't rain, it was cloudy. However, Ling Yang still recognized the monster that was rushing towards him at a glance. It was number four.

Old friend, Ling Yang has the styles that have been available in the second year of the change. This body shape and running posture are the ninth level, so it is impossible for Ling Yang to recognize him as the ninth level.

She found that her instinctive reaction was still online, but everything else in her mind was shaking into a paste, and the Civic was even more chaotic. Not to mention weaving, she didn't even know how to write her name.

Running, instinct told her that now I can’t even beat a dog, let alone a strange beast.

But the number four is not a dog, how could it be polite to humans? It had already rushed to Lingyang and threw her straight to the ground.

My body was in a state of uproar, and Ling Yang hit the stone bricks on the sidewalk, feeling that the number four was about to fold himself.

This strange beast is even bigger than an adult husky, and its weight is probably two or three times that of a dog. After the pounce, it did not leave any buffering time for Ling Yang, and he just chewed it.

Its big mouth is protruding forward, very long and pointed, with many tentacle-shaped beards. It chewed down at one bite but didn't bite the right position. It hit the road and only tore open the flesh of Ling Yang's upper arm for a few inches.

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She took advantage of the situation and changed herself to the position facing this monster.

She was lying down, whether it was facing her back or facing her, which was actually a disadvantage. Moreover, this strange beast was powerful and Kong Wu was unable to use her whole body.

It's too ironic. You'll get to the ninth level and die at a B-level mouth. In this night when the moon cannot be seen, in a southern city that is almost the farthest from your hometown?

When half of your teammates are not around?

Even if her mind was in chaos, her instinct would not allow this to happen. Ling Yang subconsciously took out the short knife from the back, but fortunately, the thing did not fall away.

Although the barrier hand does not need to use a knife or a gun, it basically carries a short knife or a pistol with you. Ling Yang always prefers to carry a knife if the pistol takes up space. Anyway, the knife is not necessarily a weapon, and sometimes it is still

A tool.

Her whole body was about to fall apart, and her consciousness was also blurred, but her instinct for survival continued to be online. Her body's resilience had already begun to resist, and she pulled out her short knife and cut it.

Number Four was in pain and gave Ling Yang some space. She took the opportunity to raise her knees and push the monster's shoulders, and keep its head away from her.

Although her right shoulder was broken, she still had her left hand to use. Ling Yang stabbed her backhand and penetrated her clavicle position numbered 4.

The monster's head was covered with tentacles, and Ling Yang was dizzy when he struggled and almost vomited.

She resisted her nausea, exerted force from her waist and kicked her legs to overturn the monster on her body, and then rolled away in the opposite direction.

She was so uncomfortable that after she opened the number four, she had almost no strength to move again, and the rolling movement had no momentum at all, which was basically equivalent to turning sideways.

Ling Yang could only support his elbow and almost unconsciously completed the movement of standing up and standing. After the number four was kicked away, he rolled up and stabilized again, and rushed towards her again.

She was weaker than a strange beast, and it was not wise to resist the attack, but Ling Yang's reaction was still slow. He obviously hid to the side, but his shoulder was still hit.

The collision almost took off her arm. Ling Yang didn't care whether her arm was still there, but he quickly put up a short knife in his left hand to defend.

Alas, why is this short knife even shorter?

It turned out that it had been half broken on the collarbone of the number four. Meow, Ling Yang rolled his eyes and realized that his spirit was getting better.

But it was not enough to form a weaving. She could only continue to rely on her physical instinct to avoid the biting of the number four, and then counterattacked with a broken knife. Then she fell down with a weak foot, and then failed to roll again, and was forced to resist the monster.

a tail sweep.

The tail and body of the number four were as long as they were, and it was very powerful. This sweep made Ling Yang slide out directly, choking on the mouth of sand and lying on the ground and coughing wildly.

Coughing is also a physical instinct. She can't control this reaction at all and can't do any movement.

Be more sober and weave it quickly.

Originally, it would be fine if she relied on physical skills to deal with a B-level head, but now she is no different from a useless person. Apart from summoning out of the barrier as soon as possible, Ling Yang could only wait to die.

Number Four pounced on her right foot this time, and Ling Yang was still interested in laughing at it in his heart. Little thing, just this tooth, the base boots can still stand...

Three or five seconds?

"Over there!" She heard two people running over behind her, "Not big, hurry!"

It's a boy, two boys.

Ling Yang did not look back, but leaned over and stabbed the knife into the back of the No. 4.

Once the short knife was broken, it was about the same length as the dagger. It naturally did not cause any damage after stabbing it. Although the monster felt relieved, it did not retreat. He raised his head and chewed at Ling Yang's hand holding the knife.

Ling Yang dodged sideways, raised his leg and kicked it, but almost couldn't stand firm. He simply rushed forward and knocked the number four away.

"Girl, come here." Ling Yang only had the number four in his eyes, so when he recovered, he didn't care about the people around him and still stared at the monster in front of him.

It was shot, then two, then one person rushed up, and thumped it wildly in the head with a big hammer.

"Okay, okay, save some effort!" The person who was holding Ling Yang spoke out and stopped him.

"I have to let it die. Brother, I still have the strength, this one is not big." Brother Hammer's brother tried hard to output, and he was unable to stop after knocking the number four until he couldn't move.

He took a few steps back, swallowed his saliva, and did not dare to look at his defeated beast. He raised his head and looked at Ling Yang, "Oh, are you okay, Miss?"

Ling Yang also swallowed with him. Her eyesight had almost recovered. She could see clearly that she was a young man about Xiao Luo. She was very tall and had a messy hair like a chicken coop. There was another one behind her.

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Chapter completed!