The monster slowly stepped out of the darkness, and with the help of the faint light outside, Rohr finally saw its full picture.

The body is like a lump of sticky mashed potatoes in the shape of a small mountain, covered with a layer of black gooey substance, as if poured with a layer of black pepper sauce, and a dozen waving tentacles on the body like squid whiskers dotted on it.

It was a new version of the ship he had never seen before, and it was even more palatable than the ones he had seen in his hometown...... Oh no, it's terrible.

As the monster moved forward, it waved its tentacles, wreaking havoc on the buildings and trees along its way, which were so powerful and sharp that they sliced the church hall into pieces like tofu by sweeping them at random.

"Don't look at it, don't listen to it, stabilize your mind!"

The doctor whispered, another burst of words in his mouth, and waved a short staff in his hand, knocking on the door of Rohr's head, blessing him with a translucent barrier.

Then he knocked on the door of his head again, and put a barrier on himself.

"We look like ants in its eyes, and we don't necessarily notice us, so first slowly back away, keep a distance, and be careful not to attract its attention."

The doctor continued.

Rohr nodded, and could see that the doctor was quite experienced, which was in line with his own experience.

The two of them moved slowly backwards lightly, avoiding the path of the monster.

The monster seemed to be looking for something, and its huge body kept writhing from side to side, but it didn't find anything, so it let out a low roar that contained irritation and anger.

The doctor hurriedly covered his ears with his hands and bit his lips to prevent himself from making a sound.

His expression was extremely painful, wisps of blood oozed from his eyes, nostrils, and mouth, and even between his fingers covering his ears.

He was struggling to fight against mental pollution, and it was difficult to move half a minute under his feet.

Rohr wanted to drag him along, but an arm stretched out next to him, grabbed the doctor's arm, and dragged him into an alley on the side of the road.

It's Mr. Tank who is back.

He was not stupid, he carefully did not make any sound, handed Rohr a sword that he had found out of nowhere, and then asked with his mouth:

'What now?' ’

Rohr took out his saber and glanced at it, the quality and workmanship were very average, and there was a lack of maintenance, not too sharp, and even rusted.

But it doesn't matter, as long as the sword is in hand, he has the confidence to fight.

But at this moment, the monster suddenly sensed something, and several tentacles swept towards this side like lightning.

With two crisp sounds, the houses on both sides of the alley were instantly cut into a pile of broken bricks and tiles, and Luo Er and the other three were no longer exposed to the monster without any cover.

The doctor bit the tip of his tongue hard, forced himself to regain some energy, broke free from the tank's arms, and pushed the two of them hard.

"Run!"

Then, he held his still trembling body and resolutely stood in front of the monster.

He has been seriously mentally polluted, his vision has blurred, and various hallucinations have surfaced from time to time, and his eyes are showing his life experience like a marquee.

He is a research-oriented transcendent who has produced a lot of medical scholarship, but he is not good at fighting.

But he was also a doctor whose job was to protect patients.

In a blurred line of sight, he vaguely saw a figure rushing towards the terrifying monster.

Should...... It's just an illusion, right?

But in the next second, he felt a majestic pressure like a lofty mountain explode nearby.

Rohr drew his sword.

His right hand grasped the hilt from below, holding the rusty sword behind his back.

At this moment, the wind stopped, the monster stopped roaring, and the air around it seemed to freeze.

Then, Rohr's figure disappeared in an instant.

When he reappeared, he was already above the monster's head.

In a movement that physics can't explain, he adjusted his posture in the air, his head down, holding his sword in both hands, and pointing directly at the top of the monster's head.

Then, his figure disappeared again, and instantly appeared at the feet of the monster, holding the rusty sword in his hand.

A shining sword light cut through the darkness, from top to bottom, through the middle of the monster's massive body.

In the next second, countless small sword lights flickered quickly on the monster's body, fleeting, but continuous, looking like a gorgeous flower blooming on it.

The monster's movements stopped......

Then the body of the hill and the arrogant tentacles turned into small pieces and scattered in all directions, and the entire body collapsed in an instant.

This is the 'two' of the mysteries of family swordsmanship

The name is 'two'

Originally, there were names like 'Qi Blade Cutting', 'Qi Man Slashing' and 'Denglong Sword', but later I felt too ashamed and changed it.

Rohr glanced at the fragments of the monster scattered around, and it didn't seem to be dead, but still writhing and struggling on the ground.

"Sure enough, a sword is still not enough? Your strength can be ranked fifth among the ones I have met. ”

He whispered to himself as the rusty sword returned to its sheath, his right hand brushing lightly over the hilt.

Streams of sword light resurfaced, cutting precisely through the pieces, breaking them into strands as thick as a hair.

The filaments were suddenly inactive, and the rapid weathering melted into the air.

Rohr closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath.

Every time he kills a monster, he can get a kind of physical and mental relaxation and comfort, and the lingering self-blame and guilt of the year will be slightly diluted, and even the air he breathes seems to be sweet.

But he quickly frowned again and muttered in a low voice:

"The weapon is not very good, and the last sword is very imperfect......"

With that, he drew the embroidered sword again. As a result, only the hilt of the sword was drawn......

Sure enough, the sword had been broken into pieces in its scabbard.

Without weapons and starting to feel weak again, he was ready to leave quickly with the doctor and the tank.

As soon as Kai took a step, he felt as if he had stepped on something.

He bent down to pick it up and glanced at it.

The shape is very peculiar, a bit like a fish bone, and like an arrow with barbs, only half a finger long.

Although I don't know it, I have a feeling in my heart that this thing is quite special, and intuitively it is not dangerous, and it does not have the evil and stench of monsters.

He didn't have time to think about it, so he put it in his pocket, ran back to the doctor, and patted Mr. Tank on the shoulder.

Mr. Tank's eyes were blank, and he was stunned in place, and he was tapped on the shoulder before he seemed to wake up.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here? ”