Manual of Space-Time Interference

Not retreat but advance!

Dialect hooked down, and Wei Gong's legs instantly exerted force, like arrows from the bow, and went forward.

Looking at the head of the Allosaurus lowered in front of him, Dialect rolled to the side, dodging the Allosaurus' first blow—bite.

At the same time, he lowered his head, and there was a sound of cutting through the air, and the sharp claws brushed the helmet for a moment.

The calm eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest. Dialect took advantage of the situation to roll forward, and at the same time, he held the saber backwards, with the horizontal sword on his side. After a roll, he had come to the back leg of Allosaurus, and the left foot was the most suitable for haircut. Strong squat.

"what!"

Dialect let out a loud roar, and quickly swung his right hand forward, the blade pierced the air, and after a while of resistance, it returned to the air again.

Without stopping, the right foot slammed on the ground, and the dialect jumped forward in an instant, until after running a few steps, it slowly stopped.

"Ow!"

The Allosaurus body behind him lost his balance instantly and fell toward the place where the dialect was originally squatting.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Dialect took a few breaths, took the knife, turned around and walked over slowly.

"Roar!"

Feeling the approach of the dialect, the Allosaurus in front of him let out a roar, as if to warn the creature in front of him.

Dialect shook his head, bypassed the Allosaurus, picked up the rifle on the ground again, and hung it on his body.

Looking around, the three Allosaurus fell to the ground, propped themselves up, and struggled to stand up again.

"Ugh!"

He sighed, looking at the trace of blood remaining on the blade, took out a piece of paper from his backpack, wiped it, and put it on his back again.

Picking up the rifle in his hand, Dialect shook his head and walked slowly to Allosaurus.

"Roar!"

Allosaurus was still struggling for nothing, and when he opened his mouth and turned towards Dialect, it was not as full of anger at the beginning, but instead brought a hint of sadness.

Overlord is late...

Dialect exclaimed,

He is not a bloodthirsty person, but when something threatens his life, he will show his cruel side.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three gunshots sounded, and the head of the Allosaurus in front of him lowered, twitching slightly, blood began to seep out, and his eyes slowly lost their luster.

Shaking his head, Dialect walked in front of the other Allosaurus. He didn't say much, just raised the muzzle, the same three shots, the same ending.

In the end, the dialect came to the very beginning, the leading Allosaurus.

Maybe it was spirituality, or maybe it felt something, this Allosaurus stopped struggling and looked at Dialect.

"Ow..."

The howling voice was lowered, and its eyes were filled with a kind of sadness...

Dialect shook his head, slowly raised the muzzle of his gun, and looked at the Allosaurus lying on the ground with his expression unchanged.

The weak eat the strong, and when these three Allosaurus stared at him, the current result was basically doomed, using his body to collide with modern technology, unless this was his first five crossings.

And now the dialect uses bullets to end the life of Allosaurus, perhaps the best result for them...

"Roar!"

The leading Allosaurus seemed to understand something, raised its head, and burst into the sky with a roar!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The upturned head lost its strength in an instant, fell to the ground, and the surroundings returned to calm again.

In the distance, Diplodocus continued to play the role of a lumberjack, and the pterosaur also reappeared in the sky...

Dialect took off his helmet, sweat soaked his hair and forehead together, looked up at the fully blooming sun,

"Huh..."

He exhaled, sat on the ground, put his helmet aside, and started to stay silent.

Breeze, caressing his face, blowing away the hair stuck to his forehead, the sound of roaring constantly came from the Diplodocus, and the Stegosaurus could no longer see its shadow...

Fang Yan sighed, stood up, put on his helmet again, and walked towards the river.

We can't stay here any longer, the **** aura is constantly seducing some intentional creatures.

There were already some bird-loving dragons that were eager to move around, and they were constantly looking at the situation here. If they weren't afraid of the Allosaurus' prestige, they would have stepped forward to share their food.

Before they were alive, they were the overlords of the land, the top of the food chain, but after death, they could only become lunches in the mouths of others...

Originally, Dialect wanted to visit Lianglong, but now, he is not in the mood.

……

Returning to the shore, looking at the wide river in front of him, Dialect was worried.

Without Brachiosaurus, a free tool for crossing the river, the river became a hindrance. I thought it was just a boulder that just crossed the river, but I didn't want it to be the back of Brachiosaurus.

"Ugh!"

Fang Yan sighed and walked upriver honestly,

There are still some vague bones left by the river, suggesting the danger under the river. You must know that crocodiles already exist in this era...

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the forest is deep and the water is quiet...

If it weren't for the dinosaurs that appeared from time to time, and some pale skeletons, perhaps this place could also be regarded as a tourist destination, a proper 6A.

The mud on the shore seemed a little soft, and where the dialect walked, there was a line of shallow footprints~www.wuxiaspot.com~ along the way, except for a meal in the middle, the dialect did not stop. My own footsteps, when I found a place to cross the river, the time on my watch has come to 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

The water here has become very shallow, and the rocks that are exposed from time to time also provide some places to stay. Dialect looked in the direction and stepped on it.

Under the shallow water traces, there are some tiny creatures, some look like fish, but they are different from modern fish, appearing more rough, while some are strange aquatic creatures.

Without thinking about whether these fish can be eaten, Dialect stepped on the last gravel, jumped, and stepped over.

Looking into the distance, there was only a corner of the mountain where he camped, but he could still distinguish it better.

He took off the leather bag and took out a few filter papers from the backpack. Dialect squatted down. The clear river could clearly see everything underwater, so there was no need to worry about any crocodile attack.

He opened the opening of the leather bag and covered it with filter paper. He pressed the opening of the bag into the water.

After waiting for the river to fill the entire leather bag, he lifted it up again and walked downstream along the river bank.

The road is still very long. Although the straight line between the two points is the shortest, nothing happened to the road that I walked, and the road was cleared by myself.

And if you go back directly from here, you have to use a shovel to make another way out, and I don't know if there is any danger on this road.

So, why bother?

Although it's a bit farther, it's more convenient and less worrying, isn't it?

Dialect is a person who hates trouble. Although his current situation is already troublesome enough, in his eyes, if there is one less person, it is also one...