The sound of Wu Fei colliding with the three-headed monster suddenly sounded on the twenty-second floor of the spire.

At the moment of collision, Wu Fei's upper body suddenly sank, his arms wrapped around the waist of the three-headed monster, and when his feet stood still like nails, his whole body suddenly exerted force, and when the scarlet mist was swirling, he picked up the three-headed monster and slammed it on the ground on the twenty-second floor.

'Bang'

**The muffled sound of being smashed on the ground sounded, but Wu Fei did not immediately saw the silver sharp knife or the chainsaw on the tail blade to the neck of the three-headed monster, but the right hand covered by the "Witch Armor: Blade" instantly clenched into a fist, and when the three-headed monster screamed, it was punch after punch, and smashed on the three heads of the three-headed monster almost without interruption in the heavy sound of breaking the air.

The heavy punch that fell like a torrential rain smashed the three heads of the three-headed monster one after another into blood, and the roar of the three-headed monster did not stop for a moment.

For a while, on the twenty-second floor of the dead spire, the muffled sound of iron fists smashing on flesh and blood never stopped for a moment like fried beans.

But the three-headed monster was definitely not willing to fall into disadvantage, and bent his legs and knees to kick Wu Fei, who was still smashing his face with a fist.

A huge force from the three-headed monster flew Wu Fei upside down, and after smashing through the cabinet of a booth, Wu Fei was dexterous like a leopard in mid-air, and then landed firmly on the ground.

"Well, it's evenly smashed." Wu Fei looked at the faces of the three-headed monster with similar blood-breaking processes, nodded and said with satisfaction as if admiring a work of art.

"Roar――――――――!"

After the three mouths of the three-headed monster roared in unison, it swung the blade barbs on both arms at a flash of speed and pounced on Wu Fei.

However, as soon as Wu Fei raised his hand, the dancing black chains were intertwined into a 'wall' with black blades, and even if the three-headed monster wanted to stop, it also crashed into the 'wall' made of black chains because of its habitual name.

"Roar-~~~"

The three-headed monster screamed with a faint pain, but it couldn't stop the black blades that broke into the body one after another.

Not only that, but a highly corrosive, dead-gray mist flowed above the black blade.

'Snort ――――――'

**The sound of being corroded came out harshly, and the three-headed monster struggled to break away from the black chain 'wall' under severe pain.

Through the black chain 'wall', Wu Fei found that the abdomen of the three-headed monster suddenly squirmed, and then in the huge black-toothed jaws on its three heads, three pitch-black spikes shot out at a bullet-like speed under the wriggling of the neck.

The speed of the black spike even exceeded that of the bullet, and Wu Fei forcibly leaned back with his upper body, and two of the three spikes that were close to the "Witch Armor: Blade" shot through with sparks splashed by friction, but the remaining one changed direction strangely during the bursting process, stabbing into the witch armor on Wu Fei's left shoulder, but only penetrating part of the skin behind it.

But just like that, Wu Fei felt a feeling of anesthesia coming from his left arm, and it was obvious that the black spikes were poisonous.

Standing up straight again, the three-headed monster disappeared in front of Wu Fei.

"I haven't tried it yet." Wu Fei said expressionlessly after raising his hand and pulling out the black spike on his left shoulder.

"Roar ......" seemed to be a deliberately suppressed low roar, and Wu Fei did not hesitate to pull out the 'Soul of the Giant Beast' m500 and shoot it in the head.

'Boom! ’

After the deafening gunshot, the three-headed figure that flashed in the darkness was knocked upside down by the sudden bullet.

"Roaring !!!"

Seeing that it was exposed, the three-headed monster disappeared in front of Wu Fei after a three-headed roar in unison, as if everything just now was an illusion.

"Wu Fei......" The magic book was about to remind him, but he was interrupted by Wu Fei.

"I know that a neuropheromone is affecting my senses." Wu Fei simply closed his eyes and began to dominate "Witchcraft: Wild Surname Intuition" with all his might.

Although the Magic Book was curious about how Wu Fei knew, he also knew that he must not interfere with Wu Fei's concentration on "Witchcraft: Wild Surname Intuition" at this time, so he suppressed his curiosity.

When he fully dominated the "Witchcraft: Wild Surname Intuition", Wu Fei understood why the three-headed monster on the twenty-second floor would be the most difficult terrifying enemy in the spire, just because of sight, smell, and hearing, all of which have completely lost their due function in front of these three-headed monsters, and even became one of the strongest weapons of the three-headed monster, in the face of the three-headed monster, in addition to touch, all the senses have become your enemies, which is indeed the most lethal for human beings and other organisms with sight, hearing, and smell as the main senses, Not to mention the black poison-smeared spikes that are faster than bullets and can turn midway.

As for the sense of touch, when you touch the three-headed monster, you can basically say that most of your body is already lying in the coffin.

But Wu Fei has an intuition at this time that is not derived from "Witchcraft: Wild Surname Intuition", that is, this is not the best of the three-headed monster, but it is just an ability like a talent.

Wu Fei began to inject the ordinary soul he possessed into the control of "Witchcraft: Wild Surname Intuition", and as a result, Wu Fei found the three-headed figure at the corner of the twenty-second floor, which seemed to be recuperating, and also sensed that its body was recovering strangely but quickly.

In this way, most of the abilities of the three-headed monster have been known by Wu Fei, first of all, your sight, smell, and hearing will be invalid and used by the three-headed monster to create illusions, plus its quick recovery ability, then as long as it does not meet a team of supernatural abilities with perceptual abilities, the number of more than seven or eight people can be said to be almost invincible.

It's just that Wu Fei's "Witchcraft: Wild Surname Intuition" is similar to the ability to perceive abilities, and as for the combat effectiveness of the seven or eight people's Abilities Battle Squad, Wu Fei reciprocated with a smile that he was accustomed to before hunting.

Instead of choosing to rush directly to the hideout of the three-headed monster, Wu Fei stood motionless, but on the twenty-second floor of the spire at Wu Fei's feet, its interior had begun to separate rapidly, and the black chains began to swim to the feet of the three-headed monster like the nine snake heads of the hydra below the ground.

The three-headed monster, who was completely unaware of this, was constantly wriggling its muscles and internal organs, secreting layers of viscous secretions into the surface of the skin, and in this way, it continued to recover its body that had been injured by Wu Fei.

After sensing the slight vibration under his feet, the three-headed monster immediately screamed and ran out, but more than ten black chains that broke through the ground like bullets shot out were one step ahead of the three-headed monster, locking their limbs and dragging them back to the ground on the twenty-second floor.

The arms of the three-headed monster suddenly squirmed and expanded, and the sudden huge force began to break free from the shackles of the black chain, but a domineering crash through the booth, and the figure rushing all the way made the three-headed monster in a dilemma.

"Got you!"

Wu Fei's voice echoed on the twenty-second floor of the spire, and along with it were two swords that slashed down side by side!

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