Sure enough, a monster like Ammon must have muscles in his head, otherwise he wouldn't have attacked me so incomprehensibly when I was irritable. (viii) (i) Ω Chinese .81.

For this kind of monster with a low IQ, low EQ, and a tendency to violence at every turn, I must be ruthless, ruthless to rectify it before I can use my knife.

Although the Matthew Knife already has two curly blades, this does not mean that it has lost its usefulness.

How to say it is also the work of conscience of old Patch, although he is a stingy person, and likes to take advantage, and likes to use other people's things as his own, but the weapons he forges are one top and one good.

It's just a pity that he doesn't even know how to forge enchantment-type weapons.

That's a pity, isn't it?

Except for the curling edge, the other blades are also very sharp.

I have to say that a monster like Yamon, once it has aroused its potential, is really much more difficult to deal with than usual.

Although the broken wounds are still broken, this does not affect its combat effectiveness at all!

Belch...... Well, there will still be a little bit of an impact.

At least it used to be two fists swinging at the same time, but now only one fist can be swung.

The level of fighting has also risen...... Half a grade.

Amon roared and rushed over, swinging his intact fist and slamming it into my body with a whirring wind.

This punch does not have any content of boxing, nor does it have any skills, it is just a simple, angry, punch with all your strength.

Therefore, the degree of this punch is very fast and the power is also very large.

I don't know if I'll be able to take the punch well, but I want to try.

Holding the hilt of the knife in one hand and supporting the back of the knife with the other, he raised the blade up to face the enemy, and on the blade surface, the blurred lines continued to rise and fall, like a lake alarmed by rubble.

Unsurprisingly, the fist slammed into the blade of the sword, and the irresistible force quickly passed from the blade into my hands, then my arms, then my entire upper body, and then my legs and feet.

My knees creaked and creaked under the pressure of the force, which was a response to the force and a reminder to me that I was about to reach my limit.

Come to Zephyr 6 and enter the dungeon, except for the Minotaur BSS, this is the first monster that makes me feel oppressed.

Strong bones and great strength nearly broke through my defenses.

There was a creaking sound from the slashing knife, and the blade, which was more than an inch wide and more than a meter long, was finally twisted into hemp under the powerful impact.

And the fist of the initiator was also abolished under the force of the sharp blade and resonance.

The fleshy blood vessels on the five thick fingers were all shattered without exception, turned into puddles of minced meat, and fell to the ground.

The blood kept flowing out, completely staining Sensen's white bones red, and flowing down the barely intact flesh.

Amon roared again, this time, even more heart-rending.

Who told you to touch it on the blade!

I thought coldly.

Glancing at the slashing knife in his hand, it has completed its career mission, even if it is rebuilt, it must be difficult to come in handy in the future.

It's not that its toughness and hardness will decrease after being reforged, it's actually that it can't compete with monsters from the fifteenth floor onwards anymore.

But when you think about it, it's an extraordinary experience.

After all, this is what I got in the hands of a fourth-level adventurer, and I am also a corpse thief, and the quality is medium at best, and it can be regarded as the end of life if I kill monsters all the way to here.

But when you think of discarding it, there is always a suspicion that a rabbit is dead and a dog is cooking.

After a few seconds of struggling with his thoughts, he finally sighed and put it aside for now, and when he got back, he would ask Old Patch to help him reforge it, and even if he didn't use it, he could hang it on the wall as a souvenir.

Amon was finally relieved of the pain, one of its wrists had been drained, and the fingers of the other fist had lost their function and could no longer be clenched into a fist.

The loss of both fists means that the tiger has lost its claws, and the threatening effect it can produce is instantly reduced by more than half.

Even if the threat is halved, monsters are monsters, and as long as there are teeth, they will burst out of the dark corners and bite your throat at any point.

So, monsters that are not allies must die!

This has become my credo in Zephyr 6 Dungeon.

Put aside the hemp-shaped chopping knife, and hold the straight knife in his hand.

This straight knife is made of a short sword dropped by BSS in the gap space.,Its toughness is that the slashing horse can't catch up with the horse.,The sharpness is even more than most sharp weapons due to the relationship of enchantment.。

Although the length is not as good as the Ma Tai Knife, it is more convenient to use, and driven by the killing intent, the effect of the combat skill is once again reflected in the Zhi Tai Knife.

The figure was like a flash, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the front of Amon, and the sword flashed, slashing towards Amon's shoulder.

At this time, Amon was afraid because he had lost his hands, and even showed some signs of defeat.

However, when I saw my figure appear in front of it again, the fear that gathered in my heart instantly turned into a thick hatred.

It opened its bloody jaws and roared at me: Moo!

The roar was uncoordinated, but the volume was so loud that I could only feel a buzz in my ears, and I couldn't hear anything around me, except for the constant buzzing.

Tinnitus?

I said in my heart, but I didn't care about stopping to investigate, and Yamon was less than half a meter away, and the straight knife in my hand had already accumulated strength, only this one was missing.

A cold light, the ticaka sounded softly, and the straight knife slashed into Amon's body like flowing water, from the left shoulder, directly into the chest and abdomen.

What a knife! Sure enough, it's sharp enough!

I gave it a thumbs up.

In despair, its eyes burst into a brutal gaze again, lifting its thighs thicker than my waist and kicking me in the stomach.

The strength is not finished, my knife has not been stopped, and my body in mid-air cannot move, and the force of the fierce kick has completely eaten into my body.

The force of this kick seemed to be even stronger than the previous punch, and I felt that my whole body, as if I had been hit by a car, bowed, drew an arc in mid-air, and fell heavily to the ground three meters away.

The knife had also left his hand and was left on Ammon's lower abdomen.

The shocking wound that was cut out before, from the shoulder to the lower abdomen, instantly splattered countless blood.

Even so, Amon is not dead!