Barry had come close.

Zhao Qian could even see the unsightly claws on his scale-covered hands.

The claws were sharp, very dark, and someone watched, and he smelled death from those sharp claws.

Because the claws of animals that are really used for hunting are not the kind of things that we generally think, the brighter and more powerful they are. On the contrary, the less obtrusive it is, the more deadly.

That's the real reason why this guy doesn't use weapons.

Off the top of one's head.

Zhao Qian didn't plan to use an axe at all, and the heavy sword appeared in his hand.

Whirl.

The great sword, which had become his trophy, slashed down with an unstoppable might, as if it were a mountain in his hand.

"Die!"

Barry was still moving forward, and a heavy blade had already appeared in his eyes.

Dodging has become a difficult thing to do, especially when both of them have the same agility and can only catch up now.

The golden eyes were slightly open, and the arms that couldn't see the muscles clearly.

There is only war.

The aura of battle seemed to infect the two sides present, Zhao Qian steadily held the big sword in his hand, to be honest, he didn't have a lot of experience in using this kind of heavy cold weapon.

In his way of fighting, this kind of thing has always been used by him as a surprise hole card.

But now, some don't.

Even if the body is familiar with the power skills of sword moves, it is empty after all. Killing moves have always been made from the accumulation of corpses and lives.

"Boom!"

The sword was pressed against the wide, rough surface of the sword by the scaly hands, and relying on the friction, the large weapon stopped in front of the humanoid creature's forehead.

Grab the blade empty-handed.

Barry's somewhat expressionless face opened its mouth, revealing the two rows of sharp teeth in its mouth, and a terrible smile.

But it sounds more like a contemptuous mockery.

"That's all you need?"

The voice is sharp, like the kind of bel canto singer whose voice is broken.

The arm was slightly bulging, and Zhao Qian clenched the hilt of the sword, looking at the other party. A look of indifference.

Neither joy nor sorrow was written on his face, and there was no such thing as the bloody brain just now.

Bloodshot covered the whites of his eyes.

Dynamic Vision LV1, on.

He looked at the other man, and something was spinning in the eyes of the golden creeper.

A higher-level version of your own skills, Dynamic Vision Lv2

This is also the reason why this guy was able to catch the big sword in his hand, and it didn't just rely on a simple difference in strength.

Separate, step back.

The two looked at each other, on one side was the beast with killing intent written all over their faces, and on the other hand, they were calm on the surface but inside seemed like something was surging. An active volcano waiting to erupt.

The sword-wielding man's momentum continued to rise.

Lift the sword.

Next sword.

Zhao Qian dragged the big sword in his hand that did not match his figure and rushed over.

The distance between the two was too close, and with the length of a sword, the next moment it was close to the eyes.

The arm was slightly raised, the joints crackled, and something became more and more thick in his heart. It's more like a kick in the door.

Special Skill Lv4 plus Strength Mastery Lv2.

"Buzz!"

Play the same old trick.

Barry looked at the big guy in front of him, he knew better than the other party that holding such a heavy cold weapon was definitely more physically demanding than relying on his own claws.

He was waiting, waiting for this Asian in front of him, this human being who had not been transformed by blood.

Again and again it has declined and exhausted, this is a truth that both ancient and modern China and foreign countries know. It's just that the way of expression is different, but the basic principles are the same.

The sword fell, and the arm pressed slightly.

The murderous aura is also descending with the big sword in his hand, and the simplest slash in the heavy sword sword move.

Zhao Qian's eyes were slightly cold.

Death stimulates every nerve of the big lizard in front of him in the next moment, which is the instinctive fear of the imminent end of life.

Dangerous.

Barry took two steps back, but it was a little late.

Zhao Qian glanced at the sword in his hand, and felt that something was leaking through the hilt of the sword he was holding.

In the next second, the ground seemed to have been cut by something, and a very smooth and shallow mark appeared.

Chopping marks.

The mutant who took a few steps back had also become two halves. Even the incision of the belt bones can still see the viscera that has obviously changed color in the still trembling corpse.

Black blood splattered out, and a strong fishy smell was accompanied by a murmur of "buzzing".

The stone door, which had remained untouched, opened automatically.

Zhao Qian stood in place but didn't seem to hear.

Lowering his head, he waved the weapon in his hand again, but there was nothing else.

Thoughtfully.

Looking at the destructive power on the ground because of his own flash of inspiration, this is what he longs for.

Strength.

Picking up a dark blue key and his longsword on the ground, another long-lost beep sounded in his ears, allowing him to finally confirm the fact that he was still a traveler.

"Hint: In the battle just now, you comprehended some information related to the Qi Strength External Skills."

"Due to the 800 actual damage dealt to Barry Creel by your slash, Barry Creel is suffering from a loss of physical disintegration. The unit is currently incapacitated. ”

"Bally's Creel has a massive bleed buff that deals 30 damage per second."

"Barry Creel's current health is 450/1550."

"Barry Creel's current health is 420."

“……”

"Barry Creel is currently at 0 health."

"The current unit is dead."

"Since you kill the current unit alone, you gain an additional 100 travel points."

"Your soul equipment, born with a magic pattern passive: nourishment activation."

I don't really understand.

Zhao Qian swung a few more swords, but he no longer had the flashing feeling just now.

A drop of black also slid down the tip of his sword and fell into the corpse.

"You've gained some information about the Active Skill: Dynamic Vision lv1 advancement."

Not paying much attention to the smell of blood in the room, he sat down and regained his strength, and opened the key from the ticket for this time.

After sitting for a while, he sorted out the contents of the key.

Zhao Qian glanced at the stone door, which was as thick as an adult's arm's length, and silently walked towards the bright corridor with various patterns painted outside.

PS：

On Thursday I will make up the chapter I owe, that is, on Thursday I will watch three chapters.

On Friday, at least three watches.