However, if a person can't do this, he has to cooperate.

Yi Sa told Zong Hang about his action plan: "The clams will come out later. Let's lead them here. You fight, I'll catch, stuff, and explode. Can you do it?"

Zong Hang nodded desperately: "I can do it, I can do it."

He was full of enthusiasm and wanted a chance to show off.

Yi Sa glanced at him suspiciously: "You have to think about it."

Of course it is good to have a positive attitude, but a high attitude and low skills will inevitably lead to bad things. Doing things depends on strength, not slogans or enthusiasm.

Yi Sa calculated the location and dug about ten trough holes in the middle and lower part of the stone wall. He also brought Zonghang to move a lot of stalagmites and blocked several holes to prevent clam groups from attacking from multiple sides. He also piled up a "cover" to reduce the damage to people when the "clam bullet" explodes.

After getting ready, he waited by the mud pool, seized the last time and asked Zong Hang to practice how he would deal with the clam group when it came.

Zong Hangxian was a little embarrassed, and then he started to move on. For example, the candidates in the art exam wanted to leave a good impression on the judges. He had accumulated enough energy in each move and blushed his face - he had never practiced it, but who had never created several sets of peerless martial arts skills? His "Sword of the Sect of the Heaven and Judgment" kicked Shaolin and overturned Wudang in his imagination, so the more he practiced, the more he was free and easy it...

Yi Sa said: "Stop and stop."

An expert is aware of the trick. Although Yi Sa is not professional, she can be considered a third-rate expert. In her opinion, Zong Hang's lower plate is unstable, his movements are exaggerated, and his strength makes him unable to match, and his mind is not focused. In these two moves, even the master of the dance is unprofessional.

When you sharpen your guns in the last battle, you can only teach as much as you can.

Zong Hang looked at it seriously.

It turns out that an old man's shirt can also be used as a weapon, called "flag".

You have to hold the sides with both hands to keep the impact surface the maximum. If you sweep the surface out, you will hit a three-dimensional range. He will pull it with one hand and then "touch a surface of the line".

There are also some specialties in movements. From top to bottom, from bottom to top, it is called "hang", from bottom to top, it is called "flipping", and from side to side, it is called "cover".

Zong Hangyi practiced these movements, and Yi Sa also took advantage of this skill to stretch. From injury to self-destruction, the flying clams only took three or four seconds to complete the "catch", "block" and "explosion" in such a short time. It is also a big challenge.

Zong Hang glanced at her practicing too, and felt proud in his heart. He felt that this trip was considered a battle side by side, so he practiced even harder—

Yi Sa stopped him without hesitation: "You save some effort and use it at critical moments."

Zong Hang was about to respond when he suddenly glanced at the mud pool.

Here comes!

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Yi Sa winked at Zonghang and signaled to act according to the opportunity.

Everything was similar to the last time, one, two, three, and only one room-sized mudflats, first one after another, then rolled out, countless clams came out, dividing into groups, and heading towards the stalagmites that stood or fell. Soon, the sounds of twittering were densely packed and overwhelming.

I only heard Zong Hang say that Yi Sa didn't feel much. It is not ruled out that Zong Hang's oral expression was mediocre and his description was so uncommon that it was impossible for people to empathize. Only when I saw it with my own eyes, I was really frightened: If these thousands of people were rushed over, it would be...

Soon, the chirping sound turned into silence, and then, one after another, all turning towards Yi Sa and Zong Hang. The buzzing sound gradually connected into pieces, which was caused by countless shell wings swelling together at the same time, stirring the air.

It was time, Yi Sa nodded to Zonghang.

The situation was chaotic in an instant, and the place where the "blasting" was a distance away from here. The clam group had to be led over. This "pull" was equivalent to teasing, and it would cause the clam group to be restless, and it would not really hurt them. If it exploded halfway through, it would be in vain.

Zong Hang's forehead was sweating, and he was swaying the old man's shirt and quipped. Yi Sa was in sync with him, because he was afraid that he would not be able to deal with it, so he could remind him. Later, he saw that although he was in a hurry, he was still enough to support him. In addition, he was a few steps away from the stone wall, so it was time to divide the labor...

She rushed to the edge of the stone wall and was about to make a sound to indicate that Zong Hang was serious, but wherever she looked, her mind was confused and a cool air suddenly appeared on her back.

Where are the holes she dug?

On the wall of the stone, she took advantage of the situation and dug about ten holes high and low, each of which was the size of a small fist. Why did it disappear?

She hurriedly said, "Hold on for a while!"

When Zong Hang heard her speak, he tried his best to lift the old man's shirt into the clam group. When he heard the content was wrong, he took it back. However, at this pause, the clams that were originally flying behind rushed up, and the darkness in front of him was so scary.

Yi Sa was so anxious that her forehead was sweating.

Where is the hole?

Fortunately, she still remembered the general position she had chiseled, and then looked at it again: It was not that it was gone, but there were still some clues, but it seemed that there were only shallow debris left.

Who filled it out?

If someone just took advantage of her and Zong Hang's absence and blocked the cement bucket with a shovel and a shovel, she could barely accept it - but it was not: the blocking was natural, and the color and hardness were exactly the same as the surroundings.

There was no time to think about why. Seeing that Zong Hang could not stop it, Yi Sa pulled out the black ghost dagger and quickly shoveled and dug hard towards one of the deeper pits. At the same time, he turned around and shouted: "Now!"

At this moment, Zong Hang was waiting for it. His body was excited, and he grabbed the old man's shirt with both hands and shook it down. In an instant, more than a dozen of them were lifted down. He didn't bother to look closely, and his body lowered and rolled towards the side. At almost the same time, Yi Sa flew over and wiped the ground with his hands, regardless of how many, and rushed to the stone wall, pressed into the depressed hole that had just been dug, and then pounced behind the cover.

There was a bang.

The scale of this "blasting" is not large, but it has obviously worked. After the depressed hole exploded, it turned into the size of a football. Yi Sa had an idea and felt that he didn't need to pay attention to the blasting point calculation direction: if the force is used in one place, it will explode and then blow it up on the basis of this hole. The quantitative change reaches a qualitative change, and there will always be a blow to break it.

She shouted, "Come again!"

Zong Hang heard her tone and knew that he had gone the right path and was excited. He didn't care that his back and back were sore when he just rolled down. He got up quickly, lifted up again and then avoided it against the ground.

Yi Sa and him were connected just right, and this time, because the den was too big, there was no need to stuff it in and just smash it in from the air. More than a dozen clams exploded together, and stone dust rolled in the den, and even the stone wall seemed to shake.

Yi Sa felt that there was a way: "Come again, a little more this time!"

Isn't it easy to do it? Zong Hang rushed out again, and he was ripe again and had a strong courage. He used the most densely packed clams, and used them to lift the shaking cover. However, this time it was the most dangerous. Many clams landed on him, and were shaking off by him.

There were so many knocks down this trip. Yi Sa almost had to put his arms around and had no time to run around. He grabbed it and threw it into the exploded hole. In a panic, he didn't care whether it was sand or clams. Seeing that he could no longer delay, he rolled behind the cover.

Another bang.

This time, the four walls were moving violently, and the explosion was not so dull. Yi Sa thought and was overjoyed. Before Shi Chen could calm down, he rushed out.

Sure enough, the stone wall faintly broke through at the end of the sight!

Before I could take a closer look, I suddenly heard Zong Hang's voice changing tone: "Yi Sa is careful!"

Yi Sa also noticed the light and darkness above his head and looked up quickly.

There is a large irregular shape on the limestone above the head, like the black shadow of a whale swimming rapidly from a high place when people see it at the bottom of the water, but it is not black and bright, and it is pouring rapidly along the stone wall.

Yi Sa's scalp exploded for a moment, thinking that it was coming to him, so he subconsciously took a step to the side, but it wasn't. The light and shadow came very quickly, as if it was being absorbed by something, and it slipped into the explosion hole.

Originally, he could still see the shadows, but when he saw the other end of the cave, he disappeared in an instant. Yi Sa knew something was wrong, so he rushed up to see it, almost stunned.

This hole is growing.

Fill in by yourself.

Just before her eyes, under her gaze, it grew up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in just a few seconds it recovered as before.

What are the digging marks and chiseling marks? They are gone.

Yi Sa reached out to touch it, and it was even a stone, cold, hard, and hard, and could not even grasp it.

Her mind was thrust.

What is this? Human, Ghost, Stone, Animal?

In a daze, my back suddenly felt a pain. When I turned around, I realized that the clams had pounced on me.

Zong Hang seemed to know that there was no hope for the hole. He shook the old man's shirt for the final resistance. He wanted to be fierce but was afraid that the clam would explode and hurt himself. He was struggling and almost surrounded by the clams. She was also targeted. Moreover, her situation was even worse. She didn't even have an old man's shirt, so she could only wave the dagger and lift it up and hit it...

The clams were stacked and crowded together, and the ones behind them kept squeezing up, pressing down so that there was almost no gap.

Yi Sa suddenly shouted: "Twist the clothes to me!"

Zong Hang's position is closer to the main force of the clam group than her. He was bitten by clam teeth and was covered in blood. When he heard the twitter in his ears, his nerves were about to collapse. When he heard this sentence, his heart suddenly sank.

He had only this clothes left, and he had nothing left to him.

But hesitated for a moment, and then threw it out.

But when he was so sad that he was so sad that he went out of the hiding hole when he was in Yatou Mountain and was overturned to the ground by Jiang Xiaoguang's people, he was the same.

He saw Yi Sa raised his hand to grab the old man's shirt, shook the whole piece, rushed towards the densest part of the clam group, and there were countless nets, probably hundreds of them, quickly tied knots in the four corners, and then swung them up, with a look of Buddha blocking the Buddha's aura, and smashed them to the ground and stone wall.

The movement was very large, and the clams were like bees that had exploded in a nest, and they were flying around. They said it was a while, and then they quickly swung hard, throwing the package made of the old man's shirt over, and then rushed towards Zong Hang in a few steps, vigorously knocking him over.

While landing, Zong Hang heard a loud bang, and he suddenly realized. Seeing that he was a few steps away from the cover, he hugged Yi Sa and rolled over, then turned over to cover her.

After the loud noise, it seemed like a serial cannon was exploded, and the sound continued.

Zong Hang figured it out, Yi Sa became wise and took advantage of the characteristics of this flying clam.

When they are injured, they will self-destruct, which is an advantage and a disadvantage.

The "package" made of an old man's shirt is equivalent to a giant "bomb". It is thrown into the clam group and has infinite power. Those inside the package will undoubtedly die. Those outside will be killed instantly. Those who are killed will explode in a few seconds. One ring is buckled and one ring, one kills two, two kills three, and countless three kills. It is possible to take the opportunity to break the clam group.

He felt ashamed of himself.

He just now, for a moment, doubted Yi Sa.

***

The explosion sound changed from dense to sparse.

At the end, it was sparse and sparse, like the remaining breathless firecrackers after the fireworks gathering, crackling with pleasure.

Even if this clam group is not completely destroyed, it should be severely damaged. In a short period of time, it will not be able to organize any counterattacks.

Yi Sa moved his head and rubbed his cheek against Zong Hang's shoulder. It was a little hot. I don't know if his skin was hot or her face was hot.

She moved again uncomfortably, and this time, his soft hair swept through her nose.

Yi Sa discovered for the first time that Zong Hang's body smelled very clean, and even if it was mixed with mud, sand, stone, dust, it would not be mixed with dirty things.

She pushed him: "Okay, get up."
To be continued...