At this time I saw the man who attacked us, a warrior who was not too strong, and could even be described as thin compared to other fighters I had seen. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He stepped one foot in the air towards the bones of my hand, but I didn't have to look up to see him, he miscalculated.

The knife in my other hand stabbed silently, whether it was the dark piercing magic blessed on it or the black of the blade itself, it could perfectly hide his body in such a dark corridor. My arms were bent in the exact opposite direction of a human, and at this point my head was not raised, and the rest of my body remained unchanged, pretending not to notice anything.

Just as my knife was about to stab into his body, he suddenly raised his hands and swung forward, and a cyan air flow emanated from his hand, and he flew backwards with this shock, how could he let go of such a good opportunity.

I don't know how he found out, but I won't let go of my chance to attack. The joints of the arm I was holding the knife suddenly parted, and my arm seemed to stretch out abruptly in the space. The tip of the knife cut through his clothes, bringing out a little blood.

It's still a little slower, if he reacts a little slower, I'm sure to pierce his body, the flesh spirit wraps my arm and also affects this application of my bones, if there is no flesh spirit, I think the results of this raid will be at least doubled, my joints are all connected by soul energy, as long as the soul energy at the joints is strong enough, theoretically this can be infinitely extended.

He tried to stop the blood on his stomach, but he didn't succeed, the power of dark magic was stopping his clumsy medical skills, at this time he could only use life energy to heal, or light magic, no matter how stupid the way was to use fire to burn the wound together, but unfortunately he didn't have any of the three abilities, he was a warrior of the wind system, and the cyan fighting spirit just now revealed his identity.

"Why?" He asked me as he covered his wounds.

That's exactly the question I want to ask, I'd love to know how he sensed my attack, and I already felt good, and if I were in such an environment, I would never have been able to see through my attack. So I didn't answer him, this kind of nonsense when fighting is a human tradition? How could I possibly answer you.

I added light spirit and wind magic to the sword.

I don't know much about such a thing as fighting energy, but since the cyan light has appeared, I will deal with it as a magic attribute for the time being, judging from the strength of his first attack, my body is not strong enough to resist his attack, so I chose to increase my speed to fight his speed.

He doesn't have a weapon in his hand right now, so it's a good opportunity.

So after I released the magic on myself, I rushed towards him, he also saw his weakness without weapons, and when I rushed towards him, he was covered in cyan light, and the fighting spirit that was not very strong suddenly became stronger. I rushed in front of him at this time, and drew my long knife to cut him in half.

He stepped back a long way on tiptoe, and after avoiding the range of my long knife, he lunged forward.

I felt the summoner's soul, fortunately she had already dodged far away at this time, and the magician was very disadvantageous to fight in such a small space, so when I attacked, I had already sent her a soul message to let her hide away first. His speed had obviously improved a lot compared to before, and this time he was going to fetch his weapon.

I appreciate that such a warrior is not like the sacrifice of the temple of life, but he can't fight and finally sneak attack.

At that time, I had a strange ability to travel through space, and I still don't know how to do it, but I don't seem to need that ability when fighting the person in front of me. I'm on par with him, and he's even a little bit better than me.

But I am not afraid of him, because he is human, and I am not. He will bleed to death, I will not.

Even if I blessed with magic, I can't keep up with his speed now, so I just stand here and wait for him to retrieve his weapon. He rushed to the wall where his weapon was, and drew his greatsword. And then again on the opposite side of me.

"What the hell are you? Why is there no blood coming out of your wound? He spoke again.

I was indeed dodging the greatsword he threw at me when I was scratched a bone wound by his greatsword.

Only then did I notice that the wound on his stomach was no longer bleeding, and the cyan light roamed over the wound, removing all the dark magic elements.

Dou Qi turned out to be able to drive out the magic element, I wrote it down, but I'm not interested in talking nonsense with him, since he doesn't attack, then I'll take the initiative to attack, at this time my fighting spirit is the highest, in case something accidentally goes wrong at this time, it is estimated that there is no possibility of victory.

I rushed towards him, holding the hilt of my sword with both hands and placing it at my side, so that I could make a powerful stab within the range of my attack, and it would be a good way to hide my intent. He raised the greatsword in his hand, paused and slashed straight down, it seemed that he had calculated my speed, waiting for me to crash directly into his attack, his greatsword did have the advantage of this range.

But when he picked up the greatsword, his speed dropped by one level, the greatsword that was supposed to be equipped to increase the lethality, at this time it limited his speed advantage, so that he could not completely suppress me in terms of speed, I took a step to the right when his sword was about to fall on top of my head, and stuck to the wall on the right, dodging his greatsword, although my speed has decreased now, but before he retracted the greatsword, I think he should not have the ability to block me.

"You've been fooled," he said smugly.

I had approached his side and stabbed the Stygian Flame Knife out with both hands. He easily pulled the sword back, and the speed rose another level and took a step back, even calculating the distance my bones had grown, I couldn't reach it at all, and he leaned against the wooden wall behind him at this time. Although he has no way out now, my attack has come to an end, just when the old force has just exhausted the new power and has not yet been born.

The prediction was wrong, he just pretended to slash and didn't use any force, so he was able to withdraw his greatsword so easily. He seized the opportunity and took a step forward and basically came to me, and I was retracting the flames.

"Storm of Blades," his voice didn't have any emotion at this point. As his voice fell, his body began to spin rapidly, and the giant sword quickly manifested countless phantoms under the drive of his body, looking like a storm formed by a real blade.

My body had been cut through several huge wounds in his first few attacks, and several huge pieces of flesh in my abdomen and chest had been completely sliced out, turning into flesh foam in the blink of an eye in the storm of blades.

The result of my endurance of these attacks was that I managed to adjust my body, "The wind is invisible, the sequence, the impact," I chanted.

The impact was so great that it pushed my body straight back into the hallway, pushing his body back a step as well. The magic of the chant is indeed much greater than that of the silent hair.

As his body moved back, the blade storm touched the wall behind him, and the sound of popping was unrecognizable, and the wooden wall had been cut by his skill with countless huge scars, and if I had been completely stirred up in it, I guess it would be the shape of a piece of bone slag by now.

He slowly stopped spinning after feeling the hit against the wall, and patted his head lightly, overcoming the vertigo after the spin.

He looked at me with a look of disbelief on his face.

"How is it possible, such a big wound is still alive, without any blood, dark magic, and wind magic, what the hell are you?"

I'm not a thing, I'm a warrior of the undead, but I'm not interested in answering this human nonsense. So I attacked him again with a knife, what Shadow Fang Island and what mission I have completely forgotten now, I just remember to kill this human, this is what it feels like to fight.

Although his previous attacks left a few scars on my bones, they had no effect on my movements at all, and my speed did not decrease in the slightest, but his previous sword storm obviously consumed a lot of his fighting energy, and his reaction speed and body speed were reduced.

My Stygian and his greatsword collided, sending a spark, and then we swung our weapons together. I ignored the echoes in the hallway, the crisp echoes of two metallic weapons colliding together, and his shouting "What the hell are you, answer me, this can't be".

The air currents from the impact of our weapons scratched the walls around us, and no one could help anyone. His speed had decreased, but I didn't have time to re-bless the magic, and my speed was decreasing.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the corridor behind, and both of us paused, either his reinforcements or mine, in this case, either we fought quickly, or we were temporarily separated, he was obviously inclined to the latter, and had already begun to move his feet backwards, but I was in control, because I had soul perception, and it was the warriors of Shadowtooth Island who came.

I lunged forward as he retreated, transforming the blade with magic in the process, and the magic on the Stygian Flame went from accelerating to Dark Piercing.

The power generated by the collision of the two magical elements blessed the blade, and the blade of the Stygian Flame let out a wail, and then a trace of flame suddenly appeared in the center of the blade, and it was a black mass like the blade, and it was completely indistinguishable in the sight, but the soul could distinguish this slight magic fluctuation. Flames erupted from the blade?

At this time, I don't have time to take care of this thing, and it is rare for him to have the intention of retreating, and it is a good time for a hole in the heart.

He died, and the warriors of Shadowfang Island who came behind me were startled by the way they looked at me.

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