Not to mention the unlucky ghost who is destined to be miserable, the situation on the battlefield I am in now is also a mess.

It was mad to have to grapple with five powerful opponents, and at the same time to guard against cold arrows that were fired at some unknown point or disruptive magic that was thrown at some point.

The five guys I fought didn't take advantage of anything, and I had to fight off strange knives that I had never seen before, and I had to watch out for cold arrows and lead bullets that I didn't know when.

Lead bullet is still good to say, straight to the point, just to take people's lives, as long as a sword split, or dodge, there will no longer be any problems, the terrible thing is that the crossbow arrows shot by the cold man, not only the body of the arrow is delicate and small, but also attached to the magic of various attributes, the most frightening thing for them is the purpose of the crossbow arrow, they can't guess at all.

Sometimes in the face of the crossbow arrows that are fired, someone will swing the sword and cut it, which is a very normal thing, but the landing point of the arrow is very clever and coincides with the foothold of one of the five people, and when his toes just hit the ground, the magic on the arrow also broke out in an instant, after a fireball, the man screamed, and half of the shoes on the arrow were burned, and four of the five toes also burned a bunch of blisters.

In pain, he had to endure the pain from his toes, resist my blade, and at the same time beware of the next plot of the cold crossbow arrow, and instantly felt the pressure double.

Having learned the lesson of this unfortunate bastard, the others consciously chose to avoid it when they saw another delicate crossbow arrow coming at them, so the crossbow arrow was inserted into the ground without surprise.

But no one noticed that the arrow was attached to the ice type magic, and at the moment when the magic exploded, a small piece of dirt was frozen into a smooth ice surface.

Then another unlucky fellow stepped on the ice with a very cooperative kick, and with a muffled thud, he fell on all fours, and at the same time broke out into a pig-killing howl.

I wondered, I just fell, why did I scream so miserably?

As he clutched his ass and crawled on the ground in pain, I found the culprit behind all this, the delicate crossbow arrow, which happened to pierce his chrysanthemum.

The delicate crossbow arrow, which was slightly longer than the palm of the hand, only a finger knuckle length arrow was exposed, which was much more powerful than a thousand-year kill, not only piercing the chrysanthemum, but also penetrating the large intestine.

This is no longer a question of whether he can endure the pain, this guy has lost the ability to fight, I am afraid that even if he is cured, in the future, when facing crossbow arrows, his hip muscles will be clamped and his legs will tremble.

Lirea shot a total of five arrows, and no one was hit hard except for the guy with the chrysanthemum remnant, however, it was this mere five arrows that caused a great psychological shadow to the group of people on the other side.

Especially the guy with the chrysanthemum remnant.

No one could guess whether Lirea's crossbow arrow was fired unintentionally or deliberately, why the man was so coincidentally stepping on the ice, and even more elusively, why the man sat on the crossbow so accurately when he fell.

It all seems like a coincidence, but isn't this coincidence a bit too contrived?

But if you say it's an ingenious arrangement, who directed this terrible performance?

As a result, the eyes of the enemies present looked at Lirea with a deep sense of fear, and every arrow that the girl seemed to be inadvertently had a chill that made her tremble.

The guy with the chrysanthemum remnant, crawling on all fours, returned to the team, thinking that he could get the treatment of his teammates, but unexpectedly, in exchange for mockery and ridicule, as well as a ruthless sword from a tall and thin man.

In the face of his companion's sudden sword, he was stabbed in the throat without the slightest response.

The incredulous gaze shot out of his eyes, along the cold knight's sword, fixed on the smiling face of the tall and thin man, and a soft gurgling sound came out of his throat, and then his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, convulsed twice, and hung up.

Glancing at the movement of the tall and thin man throwing his sword, and the face that was still smiling, I frowned, this guy really doesn't take human life as human life!

Facing him for a while, I'm afraid it won't be that simple.

In the blink of an eye, the five enemies became four, and one of the four had a foot injury, and he suddenly felt much more relaxed and old.

The injuries I received in the previous grappling continued to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, but it was a pity that none of the few people who fought with me saw it, otherwise they would definitely have dealt a more fatal blow to their fragile spirits.

Think about it, in the face of a monster that can't be killed no matter how you fight, that kind of torment, that kind of despair, there will be ghosts if you don't collapse.

When I hit six, I just wanted to save my life, when I played five, I was sure that I wouldn't die, and when I played three and a half, I was completely sure that I would turn the tables.

With a slight gasp, I once again launched my own knife technique, fought hard with the four adventurers, separated the three who were not injured, and attacked the fourth person with an injured foot.

This has to start with the short board theory, how much water can be filled in a wooden barrel depends on the shortest board, and if you want to break through the siege of several people, you must also start with the weakest guy.

As long as you take out the weakest guy, you can disrupt the enemy's formation in a short time, break up the enemy's offensive, and take out the enemy one by one.

It's a tactic I've gotten a lot of, and I've tried it time and time again.

The adventurer whose foot was wounded looked extremely embarrassed and panicked, and in the face of the strong attack, he retreated again and again, and one did not pay attention, and stepped on his right foot with his left foot, which happened to step on the blister, so painful that he snorted his throat and almost lost the sword in his hand.

I took advantage of the situation and slashed out diagonally from the bottom up, cutting directly into the crook of his knee, and the confrontation between killing intent and fading power unfolded in an instant.

Since I was preoccupied and he was in a state of dismemberment, the resistance of the fading power did not last long, and it was swallowed by the black-red killing intent, and then, the blade cut off his calf like touching tofu.

Blood spurted out at the moment the broken leg hit the ground, like a flower, fortunately I flashed fast, otherwise I would definitely be sprayed with a split head and face.

He clutched his broken leg and rolled in pain, and I couldn't bear to see his miserable appearance, so I slowly raised the big sword and decided to send him to see the God of Creation.

A few steps away, the frightened voices of the other three sounded: "Stop! ”

With a flash of the sword, the guy's movements slowed down, and his painful face gradually eased, and it didn't take long for him to report to the God of Creation.

The three of them showed great regret, they locked their angry eyes on me, and said viciously: "You kill my brother, I will fight with you!" ”

I crossed the knife and sneered: "What bullshit logic, we are undying enemies, when we were just fighting, you didn't create less trauma on me, even if there were seven or eight fatal wounds, if you want to replace someone else, I'm afraid it will be cold a long time ago, and now you tell me to let me stop, I will spare your brother's life, but it is difficult to guarantee that your brother will not kill me." ”

(End of chapter)