100 Bu Wenle And The Tarant


    And behind these humans, a huge crimson tarant, with eight long legs, frantically chased after these people. He saw that the tarant was four or five meters tall with the support of eight long legs, and the two long legs in front of it kept stabbing at the fleeing crowd like two spears.


    In the blink of an eye, two people died tragically under the spear of the red-blue tarant. Judging from the size of the tarant, Bu Wenle felt that the tarant should have reached a level four cultivation base. Not only was he worried that the weapon he brought couldn’t kill it, but could annoy it.


    While hesitating, seeing that the red-blue tarant had caught up with those people, Bu Wenle could see a bad situation, so he picked up his gun and shot it at the tarant.


    After the explosion, the tarant staggered, as if it had been hit by a bullet. The tarant immediately gave up killing the human in front of him, and looked in the direction where Bu Wenle was. When the few people saw that the rescuer had arrived, they immediately turned around and ran in the direction of Bu Wenle.


    The tarant saw that it was only a human being who attacked it, and immediately rushed towards Bu Wenle viciously. The speed was even faster than that of the humans who escaped in front. It could be seen that the red tarant did not do its best when chasing the humans.


    When the red-blue tarant crossed the fleeing human, it also killed two more people. Among them was the woman holding the child.


    After Bu Wenle fired a shot, seeing that it had no effect, he immediately gathered his spiritual power and fired another shot. It may have hit the belly of the red and green tarant, and he saw a trace of mucus flowing down the belly of the tarant, shaking constantly as the tarant ran.


    Bu Wenle saw that the two shots had no effect, and his heart suddenly became a little anxious. He thought to myself: people without heads would not go, birds without heads would not fly, this time blow your head, see if you have something to do!


    Bu Wenle ttened the muzzle, and aimed at the head of the red and green tarant, a shot was made. With a popping, the bullet missed the head of the tarant and opened a hole in its stomach.


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    In fact, it was not entirely because Bu Wenle had no shooting experience and was inurate, but the shape of the tarant’s body. Regardless of the size of the red-green tarant, it was four or five meters tall, but its head was surprisingly small, and its belly was particrly huge.


    If the entire scarlet tarant eas not counted as eight long legs, it looked like a huge wolf head from a distance. The wolf had blue hair on its head, but the lower jaw was crimson. As if sticking out a red tongue. The head of the red-blue tarant was exactly where the wolf’s nose was.


    Therefore, it was still very difficult for Bu Wenle to shoot the tarant in the head from a distance of nearly hundred meters.


    Seeing that he didn’t hit the tarant in the head, Bu Wenley didn’t dare to neglect, and immediately shot out one after another. Until the scarlet tarant was not more than forty meters away from Bu Wenle, Bu Wenle finally shed the tarant’s head with a shot after more than a dozen shots.


    He saw the red and green tarant roll over and fall heavily into the jungle.


    Bu Wenle was overjoyed. He was about to put down the gun, but saw that after the red and green tarant rolled twice, the eight long legs on the left and the right steadied his body, and rushed towards Bu Wenle again.


    Bu Wenle was startled, he quickly aimed at the head of the tarant and fired another shot. Unfortunately, it was hit in the stomach again.


    At this time, the tarant opened its mouth, and a white spider silk shot towards Bu Wenle like a long rope.


    Bu Wenle was frightened and immediately fell to the ground, and the spider silk whizzed past Bu Wenle’s head. Bu Wenle quickly rolled to the side twice,y on the ground, picked up the gun and shot the tarant again.


    Not to mention, he didn’t know if it was a crooked shot or not. The shot by this time was called a straight shot, and it just hit the tarant’s mouth. The tarant rolled forward again, rolling several times on the ground, and its eight long legs kept kicking. The ground in the jungle was stirred by the red and blue tarant, and it kept undting like water waves.


    Bu Wenle looked at the tarant who kept struggling, and thought to himself, “It’s a risk, it’s better to hit the ground. If I knew this, I would have fallen down.”


    It seemed that this tarant was also dead here, otherwise, he really want to let it get close. With the earth magic of the red and blue tarant, he was afraid that my more than a hundred pounds would be exined here today.


    After a while, he saw that the red-blue tarant had no magic power fluctuations, and the whole ce had returned to its calmness. The scarlet tarant wasying on its back on the ground, with its eight long legs stomping into the air, apparently not dead yet.


    Humph! A hundred-footed was dead and not stiff. With the gun in his hand, Bu Wenle cautiously walked towards the red-blue tarant. When he was still more than ten meters away from the tarant, Bu Wenle raised the gun and shot the tarant’s small head three times in a row. The tarant finally stopped moving.


    Bu Wenle walked to the front of the red and green tarant, stretched out his hand, and put the huge body of the tarant into the space ring, and then ran in the direction where the tarant came from.