Brilliant, dazzling, resplendent; swift, brave, fierce!
A ray of white light flashed across, and Zhou Baopu felt that the curved sickle encountered a resistance. He shook his wrist fiercely, and a hot bright red rain seemed to fall down. However, he did not have time to make further observations. He held the curved sickle with his right hand. The body quickly fell into the trap ahead.
Like a small linear fountain spitting bubbles, a stream suddenly appeared on the tiger's neck, gurgling blood outside the body. The bright red blood dyed the shrubs growing on the ground red, and also dyed the anger in the tiger's heart red. Unwilling to give up, there was still doubt in its horrified eyes, wondering how it could be hit so easily.
"Ouch!"
The roar before death shook the sky and the earth, deafening, as if it was the thunder that penetrated the heaven and earth in the summer sky, which was horrifying and terrifying to hear!
The surrounding beasts didn't know why the tiger roared so furiously, but no one dared to touch the tiger's reverse scales. They all fled in all directions. Suddenly, in the deep forest and deep mountains, sand and rocks were flying, the wind roared, and the beasts were scattered everywhere. It caused turmoil in the mountains, and at the same time, it also triggered the whooshing and turbulent airflow in the void.
However, no matter how hard it struggled, no matter how furiously, after suffering a fatal blow, the tiger had its throat cut by Zhou Baopu, and it never had the power to recover. It returned to its former bravery and ferocity. When the blood in its body It flows completely, and when the last vitality is completely dispersed, it has reached the end of its life.
The furious roars and violent struggles have no meaning to its life other than accelerating its end.
Zhou Baopu's body fell sharply, and his first reaction was to detect the trap, wanting to see if there was anything in the trap that could threaten his life.
After looking into it, the wooden stick was immediately horrified. He clearly saw that the bottom of the trap where his body fell downwards was densely covered with sharp short spears cut from trees that were as thick as a child's wrist and more than one meter long.
"Ah!"
After seeing this scene, Zhou Baopu exclaimed and gasped.
Cold sweat broke out from his forehead and back like a snake. Zhou Baopu broke out in cold sweat on his forehead and felt a cool breeze on his back. No matter how much he thought about it, he never expected that the small life he had just saved from the ghost gate would now be trapped alive at the bottom of the trap. He was stabbed to death by the sharp short spears all over the place. He really didn't know what unlucky thing he had offended.
After careful observation, Zhou Baopu discovered that although the short spears below were extremely sharp and dazzling, there were still certain gaps between them, and those gaps did not seem to be very small.
In order to save effort and time, hunters often design the density of spears and spears in traps based on the physique of the beast, so as to obtain the maximum harvest with the minimum effort.
Out of common sense, the designer of this trap, considering that the wild boar is relatively large and is a reptile, dug the trap very wide, and the short spear underneath, The decorations are very loose. If a person jumps down with preparation, he may be able to easily avoid those short spears.
However, Zhou Baopu was able to cut the tiger's throat with a curved sickle, and then use his body strength to make him fall in and pull himself out from under the tiger's mouth. This already required enough energy and physical strength from him to deal with it. How can we control the specific location of his whereabouts?
Zhou Baopu was about to be stabbed in the crotch by a short spear. When he landed at the bottom of the trap, he would squat down suddenly under the influence of inertia. In other words, he was thrusting his crotch into a sharp spear. The short spear was sent up. It can be imagined that if the short spear penetrated from bottom to top, Zhou Baopu would really be worse than dead.
Thinking of this terrible consequence, Zhou Baopu's face turned pale. He could not imagine that if a short spear really penetrated his body from his crotch upwards, let alone completely penetrated, even if it was a spear, A third, or less, would definitely be a heavy blow that he could not bear.
His life might be safe, at least it would be better than being chewed to pieces by a tiger, but as a quasi-man, he didn't want to be unable to hold up his crotch for the rest of his life.
The curved sickle in his hand was held tighter, and Zhou Baopu's back was aching from the edge of the trap. Just when the pain became more intense, Zhou Baopu's eyes suddenly lit up, and a flash of light suddenly appeared in his heart. Looking forward to it, he immediately kicked towards the trap behind with his own feet.
Under the guidance of this inertia, Zhou Baopu staggered towards the center of the trap!
He had escaped the critical situation he was in, but he still needed to judge where he wanted to settle. In such a hurry, finding a suitable destination for him was almost as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Zhou Baopu's reaction was not unpleasant. The sickle in his hand started to spin with a swish sound. Then Zhou Baopu's eyes lit up and he slowly closed his eyes.
Although he closed his eyes, the goal of his curved sickle was vividly imprinted in his mind. He was gambling, using his own ability to take his own life, and making a huge gamble with fate.
Only Zhou Baopu knows that this bet does not require any spectators or notaries at all. If he wins, he will win his life again. If he loses, he may survive, but it is very likely that he will become a A cripple who can no longer live a normal life!
Zhou Baopu knew that as long as he was disabled, his life would be worse than death!
With this thought, the sickle in Zhou Baopu's hand flashed across the front like a shooting star, and actually circled an arc. The dark blade carried the shining white sickle blade, and cut off four short spears with a bang. Yes, every time a spear is cut off, the speed of the curved sickle will be reduced by one point.
These four short spears were all cut off by their roots. When the last short spear was cut off, Benxiang finally completed his mission, exhausted his last bit of strength, and quietly fell into the trap. On the ground, quietly waiting for Zhou Baopu's arrival.
Suddenly he opened his eyes. At this moment, Zhou Baopu was almost next to the short spear, and his figure was already very close to the open space.
The toe of his right foot subconsciously kicked the side of a short spear. With the power of inertia, Zhou Baopu's feet finally fell into the open space.
After his fortitude fell, Zhou Baopu felt dizzy for a while, and immediately fell to the ground. The difficulty and thrill of escaping from death took him some time to adapt.
After calming down, Zhou Baopu looked at the high trap and the short spears all around. He was still frightened and trembling!
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Zhou Baopu slowly picked up the sickle beside him. Looking at the curved sickle that followed him through life and death, a smile appeared on Zhou Baopu's cheek.
Gently stroking Wan Lian's body, Zhou Baopu didn't know whether he was talking to Wan Lian or himself. He whispered softly: "Hey, it's time to go back. This time, it's all up to you, otherwise I will I'm afraid my life should have been over a long time ago!"
After saying this, Zhou Baopu raised his head and looked around the trap.