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"Ho--!"

Countless monsters swept in like a tide.

Their speed is extremely fast, their gray-white limbs crawling on the walls and ground at high speed, their joints bent like a group of squashed geckos.

Su Qingqing's physical strength was poor and she was out of breath while running.

Jiang Yao tried her best to hold Su Qingqing.

The speed of the two was far inferior to that of the monster.

Soon, the monster group caught up.

Qin Shou turned around suddenly.

He can't run anymore, he must stop the monster group and buy time for Jiang Yao and Su Qingqing.

"Run quickly, I'll stop them!"

He gripped the mop handle tightly and held it horizontally in front of him, his center of gravity lowered.Step back with your right leg, bend your knee slightly, and extend the shaft of the club against your forearm.

[Basic Marksmanship Mastery], activate!

The monster at the front used all its limbs to launch itself towards him.

Qin Shou did not hide.

He took a step forward and twisted his waist and hips.

The mop handle in his hand drew an arc like a full moon in the air.

Sweeping thousands of armies!

The mop pole swept out with the sound of wind and slapped the monster hard on the face.

The sutured head was whipped to one side, and the entire monster was whipped out.

Bang bang bang!

A large group of monsters behind were knocked down.

The monster group's offensive stalled.

Finally gained valuable time.

Su Qingqing was pulled away by Jiang Yao and looked back.

The scene she saw almost stopped her heart - Qin Shou turned his back to them, holding the mop rod horizontally, facing the gray-white monsters coming like a tide.

Qin Shou's back was frozen in Su Qingqing's pupils.

This man is so manly!

"Qin Shou——!"

Su Qingqing shouted.

Her eyes were moist, and her heart was filled with unspeakable emotions.

"Don't look back!" Jiang Yao tightened her arm and continued running, "You will only drag him down if you go back!"

Su Qingqing bit her lower lip, tears dripping like broken pearls.

Qin Shou heard Su Qingqing's cry, but he had no time to care at the moment.

He looked down at the mop rod in his hand.

The shaft was broken and full of cracks.

This "temporary weapon" has reached its limit and can no longer support a wave of high-intensity offensive.

Qin Shou sighed in his heart.

It would be nice to have a real fine iron spear.

"Ho--!"

The brutal roar sounded again.

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