After going dozens of meters and not encountering any traps, I had to stop because the road ahead had diverged and became two.

One road leads straight and the other turns to the right.

Which way should I go?

Pinching my chin, I pondered, and suddenly it dawned on me: why not imitate the route that people often choose to run when they are panicked?

Taking a few steps back, I kept telling myself: someone behind me was chasing me, someone was chasing me from behind...

However, after telling myself for a long time, the feeling of panic and urgency is that I can't find it, think about it, too, although I have also encountered the situation of being chased and killed, I never seem to have panicked, and often use the terrain and my own advantages to kill the opponent one by one, and there is no such panic at all.

As a result, the method of imitation hunting ended in failure.

As a last resort, I had to continue to think in a regular mode.

Ordinary people will unconsciously choose a turning road to avoid the pursuit of the opponent, so it is unlikely that they will choose to go straight this way, then I will choose the right way to try.

First slowly lay on the ground, poked his head out, looked up from the bottom, and did not find any danger at the intersection of the right turn, so he put his mind at ease, stood up, patted the floating soil on his clothes, and continued to move forward.

Follow the road that turns right, and not long after, there are forks in the road again, one to the left and one to the right.

If I'm not mistaken, the road to the left should be the direction that leads to the end, and the road to the right should be the direction that leads to the exit, and if there is no problem with the brain, most people will choose the path in the direction of the exit, so that they can leave the thirteenth floor.

I had just walked a short distance to the right when I suddenly stopped again, if this road was really the direction of the exit, I think the attackers who had already set up an ambush must have thought of this, and in the case of the situation, there might have been an ambush in the direction of the entrance.

In this case, it will definitely become dangerous to take this path, and presumably there should be people in that group of people who will think of this.

So, I turned around and continued in the direction of the left.

As I walked along, suddenly, a demonized bat burst out of the darkness, folded its wings, and swooped down on the back of my neck.

"The so-called saving a life is better than a seventh-level floating slaughter, you and his grandmother actually came out to make trouble for me, look at the knife!"

I whispered, and then slashed out the Matthew knife, the wind sounded, and with a bang, the sword light cut the demonized bat that could not be avoided into two sections, and the demonized bat that was separated into two sections did not even have a chance to scream, it turned into a cloud of black mist.

After the black fog, nothing fell..

"I'll wipe it, don't you want to be stingy anymore" I wanted to cry without tears: "At first, it fell copper coins, and then it became silver coins, thinking that it would be gold coins next, but it turned back into copper coins, and now it's good, even copper coins don't fall, this peat is my back, or the god of creation plays with me!" ”

Before I finished expressing my feelings, I heard a soft sound, and the strong wind galloped and shot towards the back of my heart!

The consciousness of danger instantly swept through the whole body, and with the strong wind, I didn't look at it, I turned around and drew the knife, it was a slash!

Since I became an adventurer, I have been playing with the knife for at least four and a half years. To be exact, it is four years of iron pieces, and I have experienced thousands of fatal crises, large and small, and it is with these tempering that I have the perception of danger and the confidence in my self-created knife technique.

To be modest, although I am still level 6 for the time being, I have the strength to single out adventurers above level 8, and even if I meet an adventurer level 10, I have the strength to fight.

By the sound of the voice, I can be sure that it was an arrow that was shooting at me, and although I can't be sure where the adventurer who attacked me is, I heard that the strength of the strong wind should be below level six, because I am sure enough that even if I am not in a serious state, I can easily take it down.

When there was a crisp sound, the sword and the iron arrow collided fiercely, and with a snap, the arrow lost its strength and fell to the ground.

When I looked up, the direction in which the arrow was coming was the direction I was about to explore.

Now that I have been discovered, there is no need to hide too much, and with a cold snort, I strode forward without shying away.

It's just that as I walked, I was still looking at the ground, observing if there were any traces of traps.

Less than five steps forward, another arrow came at me, this time by the throat.

I didn't even shake my eyelids for half a minute, and I swung my sword and slashed the arrow again.

The archers, who were hiding in the shadows, obviously did not expect me to be able to dissolve these two arrows so easily, and after a long pause, they fired a third arrow.

The power of this third arrow is obviously different from the first two arrows.

On the head of the whistling arrow, there is a light blue light, which is the archer's special effect attack, blue, which represents the wind element, the special effect of the wind element, is speed.

The arrows, several times as fast as before, rubbed against the sultry air, and whistled at me again.

However, even the arrows with the wind elemental effect attached to them can still be seen clearly in my eyes.

The knife fell, and the arrow was once again split into two pieces by me, and when it made two sounds, it fell weakly to the ground, and on it, the light blue shimmer also disappeared with the shattering of the arrow.

Then, four or five arrows were fired in succession, but they could not stop my progress in the slightest, and the sword of the slasher was swung again and again, and they fell to the ground one by one.

As I slashed the arrows more and more, I had advanced almost a hundred meters, and faintly, I could even hear the slight fluttering of the bowstring.

It seems that I am not far from the archer.

As the saying goes, come and don't be rude, you shoot me so many arrows, look at how I can kill you when I get close for a while.

The sound of the bowstring changed from faintly audible at first, to faint, and then gradually to clear and audible, and it was by this time that I could already see the archer who was hiding in the darkness a few dozen meters away, and was aiming his bow at me.

At the archer's side, I saw two other men: one with a spear in his hand, already in his position and ready for battle; The other, holding the staff in his hand, was muttering to himself, and a light blue light was slowly converging, turning into an arrow, levitating above the staff.

And the arrow is pointing at me.