The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

The moment the blade cut into the foot, I saw an unexpected result-the rippled blade definitely opened the foot's defense, but stopped at a depth of less than an inch.

My eyes were drawn out, and I felt bad: the defense system was too abnormal, and Captain America’s small shield was nothing but that...

I didn't believe in that evil, I quickly drew out the sword and slashed at the foot again.

when!

Still the same ending.

I was dumbfounded, expressing that it was difficult to accept...

What was unacceptable with me was the group of adventurers around me who wielded swords, axes and hammers for a while, only to leave a shallow trace on the shell of that foot.

"Fuck, did that guy hang up?" The first to question was a male adventurer who used a stabbed warhammer.

"What do you mean by opening?" Next to him, another male adventurer asked.

"I don't know, I just said it casually," the male warhammer adventurer said casually.

"Did we just be able to break through the attack just a little bit, and in the end let him pick up the bargain?" A female adventurer guessed. She was holding a war knife and was trying to block the struggling steps.

"I don't know, but I will push you!" A female adventurer next to her rushed up with a giant sword in turn.

"I don't know the same, but I like you!" Another female adventurer next to her pierced up with a spear.

As a result, he was still unscathed.

I ignored their gossip theories and brain-inspired conjectures, holding the knife in my right hand, and holding the foot that was injured by me with my left arm, I swung the knife and slashed again.

I continued to cut out more than a dozen grooves at the front of the foot after a few crisp noises. I still did not see any animal body fluids flowing out of the grooves. It seems that it only damaged the surface of the body, not the inner surface. .

"Meow, how thick is this skin!" I whispered angrily.

Fortunately, there is no black leg hair at the front of the foot. Otherwise, with my cuddle method, the left arm and even the left rib can be treated as a honeycomb.

Harold, who is the closest to the Ghost Face Spider, the white light of his body has gradually weakened. It is the period of decline of combat skills. It is estimated that it will not take long before his combat skills effect will completely disappear, and then he will need to consume magic again to activate again. .

Compared with his, my combat skills are much better. As long as the killing intent is released at any time, the effect of the combat skills will always exist. However, even that does not mean that it has no weaknesses and wants to maintain the killing intent. , It will continue to consume physical strength. Relatively, the stronger the killing intent released, the more physical strength will be consumed. I don't know how long the physical strength of level C can support the killing intent.

As Harold's combat skills weakened, his suppression of one of the forelimbs became less and less, and the struggle of that forelimb became more and more intense.

If this continues, the battle will become disturbing!

Thinking like this, I let go of my left arm and jumped from the front of my step.

The liberated steps smashed at me without hesitation, the strength and the momentum, both wanted to smash me into a meatloaf!

Although I am bloodthirsty and combative in the state of killing intent, it does not mean that I am a second stunner. If such a big behemoth smashes down, it is fine there!

By instinct, my legs bent, my body crooked, and I rolled on the spot, avoiding the thunderous blow.

Before I lifted my steps, I flicked, leaped high, and stepped heavily on my right foot. In my hand, I slammed down with the tip of the sword, and snorted, the tip of the sword fell more than half an inch deep again. Taking advantage of the momentum, I swiped again, and then with all my strength, I rushed towards Harold.

It was purely driven by killing intent just now, but in my opinion, it was more like revenge. The body was almost smashed into meatloaf by the steps, and the killing intent in the body did not consciously hate it, so this is what happened. behavior.

At this moment, I even wondered, when will the killing intent in the body give birth to spiritual wisdom? Even things like revenge can be done so smoothly? The next time I go to a restaurant for dinner, it won’t drive me to order a table of black hair steak...That's just one gold coin...

I thought with trepidation, and subconsciously touched my pocket. There was a pile of silver coins and copper coins, and the total amount was less than half a silver coin.

When I was showing a bitter smile, my fingertips touched a hard object, and I squeezed: Hey, isn't this the bracelet-like thing I got before?

I don't know what the effect is...

Having said that, I ate a blood-red crystal given by Amon before. What effect does that crystal have?

In my wildest thoughts, I had reached Harold's side, stepped on the struggling forelimb, raised the straight sword high, aiming at a joint, just stab!

puff!

With a muffled sound, the tip of Naotachi's sword was more than an inch deep!

This is simply progress across the age!

I almost yelled out without excitement: Meow, I finally saw some effect!

Move the wrist a few times to enlarge the wound slightly, and then pull it out again.

As the sword was pulled out, there was another soft pop, and a lot of green juice splashed out of the wounds in the joints and spilled on my body and Harold's back.

Soon, a strong smell followed.

"What's the matter?" Harold asked, but he didn't look back, still suppressing his steps.

"Uh...I just got a cut, unfortunately, I hurt it" I said with a slight embarrassment.

"Hurt!" Harold turned his head and glanced at me with a slightly surprised look in his eyes, but soon he turned back: "How did you do it?"

"Joint" I swipe the knife and insert it into the wound at the same place again, trying to enlarge the wound on the foot: "The joint should be its weakest place."

"That's it." Harold suddenly became a little excited: "In the previous battle, I only considered its Achilles’ heels, and didn’t care about the joints at all. An Xiaoyi, you really mentioned one for me. Good suggestion!"

He laughed and said to the adventurers who were resisting under-attack: "Attacking its joints, we will try to beat it into a spider without legs!"

"it is good!"

Harold's call is more influential than the imperial edict. Is this the so-called idol effect?

I shook my head to show that I, without an idol, cannot understand this feeling at all.

Pulling out the straight sword again, the green juice splattered out again, presumably the moment he spoke, its wounds have begun to show signs of healing.

This product's healing power, strength, and aggressiveness are all very powerful, and it is no wonder that Harold suffered a loss under his men and lost the two soldiers in vain!

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