By feeling, I could clearly feel the spearhead closing in on me inch by inch, against the wind, with slaughter. (8) 『(1)『Chinese『.net.『 ８⒈

And my body has just stood firm at the same time, and I don't have time to accumulate strength, but even if I have the strength of my legs at the moment, I can't dodge this thunderous blow.

It's too fast...... It's too fast......

That's the only word I can say about the attack so far.

With a twist of the wrist, the straight knife was directly in front of him.

I wasn't sure I could stop the blow with a knife, but I knew that if I didn't do anything, I would die.

On the body of the straight knife, a thick layer of killing intent had already been swirled, as if it was smeared with a thick layer of ink, and between the swings, the split air even appeared with bursts of blurred light and shadow.

This is my full force blow, no fancy, no hands, all the killing intent that can be unleashed and the power of the whole body, at the same time, concentrated on the blade, and made the strongest blow that can be released so far.

The moment the shadow of the sword collided with the spearhead, I felt an extremely powerful force from the blade into my arm, then my shoulder, and then my whole body.

The next second, I heard a slight trill, like the mournful sound of a glass as it fell from the table to the floor.

At the same time as the trilling sound reached my ears, a shallow fine line was drawn on the surface of the knife.

With the continuous tremendous force on the spearhead, the fine lines of the blade gradually changed from shallow to deep, and finally, it was clearly recognizable.

I could clearly feel that the blade was trembling and the blade was screaming.

"Hold on, you have to hold on!" I muttered silently in my heart, constantly praying that the cracks on the knife would not grow an inch longer or deepen.

However, everything was in vain.

The destructive power unleashed by Achilles' seemingly ordinary blow is simply not something I can withstand now, nor can I compete with the straight sword in my hand.

Titicaca.

There were four more soft sounds, and my heart sank, and I sighed softly: "It's over." ”

Smack!

With a crisp thud, the straight knife from the blade to the handle, turned into countless silver-gray shards, and rushed towards my shoulder along with Achilles' spearhead.

The sharp pain of tearing came from my shoulder, and the force of the impact followed, and I could clearly feel my body flying backwards, flying, like a sandbag that had been thrown, drawing a standard parabola.

The sharp pain in the shoulder has not yet subsided, and the sharp pain in the back has returned.

I hit the ground hard and slid backwards for an unknown amount of time.

When I stopped, I only felt as if the bones in my whole body were shattered, and I grinned in pain.

Enduring the severe pain, raising his head slightly, Achilles did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but stood proudly in place, staring at me, as if waiting for me to get up again.

I know it's not over, at least, until it hurts him.

However, I didn't have the strength to get up from the ground, so I simply threw my head back and lay down directly on the ground, my face turned sideways, and on my shoulder, a hideous wound was constantly dripping with blood, but I could clearly see that in the depths of the wound, new flesh was constantly growing, filling the exploding flesh.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, thinking in his heart: in another seven or eight minutes, the wound on his shoulder should heal, if it really can be seven or eight minutes......

"Stand up, young man" Achilles' voice echoed in the hallway: "You didn't hurt me, I didn't kill you, the battle between us is not over!" ”

"Ahem, cough, cough" I coughed a few times, and there was another tearing pain in my shoulder, and I bared my teeth, "Can you pause and let me rest for a few minutes?" ”

"There is no rest in the duel between warriors, young man!"

"Hey, I've lost to you."

I sighed, got up from the ground weakly, looked at the handle of the Naota knife in my hand, sighed, stuffed it back into the equipment bag around my waist, and then, without hurry, untied the big sword from my back.

"You know what?" As I untied the bag, I said, "You broke one of my knives, and if I hurt you later, you'll have to return my knife." ”

Achilles did not answer, but looked at me proudly, like a proud lion.

Taking the knife out of the bag, I gripped the handle tightly and slowly pulled the blade out.

With the blessing of my killing intent, every inch of the pitch-black blade was drawn from the scabbard, a faint light sound would accompany it, and as the frequency of the light sound increased, the entire Great Tai Knife had been pulled out by me.

The scabbard was dropped to one side, and the handle was grasped with both hands, the tip of the knife rushed down, the handle up, and I took a slashing stance.

Although the light in the hall corridor was very good, when they hit the body of the Great Taidao, they couldn't reflect a trace of arc light.

Achilles' gaze had shifted from me to this big sword, and when he saw that I was in a good position, he said, "I can't even see what kind of reputation your knife has!" What a surprise to me, young man, I have a slight interest in you mysterious little fellow. ”

"Yo? There are even things that you can't see," I laughed, "It seems that you are not omniscient either." ”

Achilles didn't refute me, didn't explain anything, raised the spear in his right hand, and strode at me again, this time, the same thorn.

His spear wasn't as long as a normal spear, and he held it in the middle, but my big sword was more than twice as large as a normal sword, and my range was even more advantageous in comparison.

Endured the sharp pain from his shoulder, as soon as his body moved, the big knife was opened, and the pitch-black blade was wrapped in black and gray killing intent, and a black fan was drawn out of thin air, which collided violently with the spearhead that stabbed him.

Bang!

There was another loud bang, without exception, I slashed through the air with a big sword, another standard parabola, or a sharp pain from behind, hitting me all over the place.

Rising from the ground again, I looked at Achilles with grinned teeth, my mind had forgotten the fear, the flight had forgotten, and the only thing left was the anger of another battle.

"Come on, I'm not dead yet!"

With a roar, I swung my knife again and charged towards Achilles.

He seemed surprised by my performance, and with a slight pause, another spear was handed out.

This time, I spotted the gap left when the spear was stabbed, and at the moment Achilles unleashed the spear, my wrist pressed down, and the direction of the blade immediately changed, heading straight for his ribs.

Although I have attacked his body dozens of times before without success, I still refuse to give up any chance, what if I hit his flaw?