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Xia Bai simply withdrew his bloodline.
In this special space, facing this twisted opponent like a gummy candy, her profession could not give Xia Bai much help.
Although Xia Bai, who has recovered herself, has lost some of her ethereal elegance, she is more familiar with herself like this.
After all, the time just now was her first transformation after possessing bloodline, and she was a little unfamiliar with using such a powerful thing.
Dodging the attack of a figure, Xia Bai turned sideways and slashed another twisted monster with the short knife. However, she did not see blood, only a pale wound that was cut open. This reminded Xia Bai of the meat stall.
Pork cut with a sharp knife.
Xia Bai flew out with pain in her waist.
This is the price for cutting the hole just now.
Now Xia Bai has become more and more accustomed to this style of play, exchanging injuries for injuries.
This seems simple, even if you understand it literally, it feels rough.
But in fact this is not the case. If you want to fight in this way, the requirements for people are very high.
First of all, you must have extremely good ability to resist being hit. If you can't hurt someone else, and they also hurt you, if you can't hold on, it will be meaningless.
Secondly, you must learn to exchange your own minor injuries for the enemy's major injuries, and obtain the maximum benefit at the minimum cost. If you kill the enemy in this way, but the enemy maims you, then this kind of victory is not called victory.
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It sounds simple. If you want to avoid minor injuries, then various factors such as timing, body control, on-the-spot reaction, etc. are almost indispensable. Not many people can do this.
Finally, you need to have a big and tough heart.
If you can endure the pain, endure the torture, and overcome the pain, you will be like a weakling who cannot be beaten to death, and your vitality will be extremely tenacious.
Xia Bai's experience gave her such a heart, even more than that. Her mental illness made her extremely cruel to everyone except Ye Zhongming, including herself. This gave her
It is possible to use this style of play as your own characteristics.
And Xia Bai not only has a big heart that is not afraid of danger, she also has big nerves. No matter what the situation, she will not show panic, fear or other negative emotions. Xia Bai is also persistent in solving problems.
Point out.
For example, right now, she didn't even think about where she was. All she thought about was how to kill these twisted monsters.
Others may do the same thing, but what they want in their mind must be to kill them, otherwise they will become them, but what Xia Bai thinks is, if you hit me, I will kill you.
Such big-headed people can often do things that many people cannot do on purpose.
The short knife once again cut a wound on a figure's body, and Xia Bai was hit again, but this time Xia Bai did not use the force to fly out and break away from the battle group like before, looking for an opportunity to come back, but resisted this attack.
The damage, the lifting of the weapon, cut off the fingers that had just hit his guard.
These fingers fell on the gray ground made of strange material, and disappeared after a flash. However, the hand began to grow new fingers again at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Even a person like Xia Bai, who has a high level of mental toughness, couldn't help but frown.
Several guards gathered around and attacked again, and Xia Bai also started fighting again.
The dagger cut open wounds one after another on several guards, and Xia Bai also had scars one after another. Xia Bai discovered that the wounds cut by these guards would not heal, only their missing parts could be healed.
body parts.
This made Xia Bai start to change his strategy, only leaving various knife marks on these twisted guards, but no longer cutting off their body parts.
A fist hit Xia Bai on the chin, and there was a sound of bones breaking. Xia Bai couldn't dodge, so she was knocked away and fell heavily to the ground. But while she was hit,
Slit a guard's throat for the first time.
The guard whose body was covered with wounds suddenly stopped and then turned into a puddle of gelatinous liquid.
But this gelatinous object is re-condensing into human form, but the speed is a bit slow.
Xia Bai glanced at the ground, her eyes calm, and continued fighting, as if the broken jaw was not her own.
Time was nothing to Xia Bai. She didn't know how many bones she had broken when the last twisted guard turned into a puddle of jelly. Her chin, shoulders and cheekbones on one side of her face had already been broken.
They were all broken and collapsed more obviously than normal.
At this time, the first twisted guard who was cut into gelatin by Xia Bai had already formed his legs and was condensing his upper body.
Xia Bai looked at the ground again, and then began to sit down and rest.
Time passed little by little, and when the first guard's head was just short of completing the condensation, Xia Bai rushed over and turned the guard into a puddle of gelatinous liquid again.
This process repeated almost endlessly. After every attack, Xia Bai would look at the ground.
This is a boring, almost torture-like space and process, no different from confinement. In the dead space, under the threat of twisted monsters, in the endless battle, only people like Xia Bai can endure it.
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She was hungry, but there was no food here. Xia Bai could only hold on. She was thirsty, which is more fatal. When Xia Bai felt that her body was on the verge of collapse, she started to drink her own urine. When the urine disappeared,
When she died, she began to cut her own wrists and drink her own blood.
She knew it was poison to quench her thirst, but it was the only liquid she could find.
She never gave up her observation of the gray ground.
Xia Bai was counting, and when she counted thirty-six thousand, she would start again. Although this method was not precise, it gave a rough estimate of the time. When Xia Bai had counted twenty times, she stood up.
This should be more than the eighth day. If she was not an evolver, she would have died long ago, but even so, she could not wait any longer, even if she thought it was not a good time.
Xia Bai began to attack the ground crazily, one after another, very fast at first, but then became extremely slow.
Her hands began to feel numb from the hard ground, causing them to bleed, and the bones even cracked, but Xia Bai continued to attack persistently, never stopping.
Occasionally, she would look at the gelatinous guards and find that they were no longer healing. Her face smiled for the first time in nearly ten days, and she smashed her hand that was almost rotten again.