How many wounds does a person have to be wounded and how much blood does he have to shed before he falls?

This question kept rolling in Roy's mind.

Now he has more than 100 wounds on his body. And in front of him was the lonely and upright back of the sword spirit who had been injured in more than twenty places.

"Whew, whew"

Roy gasped violently. The chest cavity is as uncomfortable as if someone has been poured pepper water. His sword was dripping with blood, and so was blood from his body. The blood of different colors of demons and humans dripped to the ground and converged into a small stream of water with strange colors.

On the long street behind him were dozens of demon corpses. From the demon general to the lowliest-level third-class soldier, all the way to a few hundred meters away. And in front of him, a demon general lay quietly on the overgrown stone floor.

This is an intermediate-level magic general. He has fiery red hair and a slender and explosive build. He was wearing a red suit of armor. The armor only protected his chest, abdomen, and thighs. The arms and calves are covered with a hard bony shell.

This intermediate-level demon general is a strong man in the demon race who has completed seven evolutions, and his strength is equivalent to that of a human Great Light Knight. And now, he lies quietly at Roy's feet.

Unfortunately, it wasn't Roy who killed it himself. He just survived the time it took for the sword spirit to kill the demon general's body in the attack of this intermediate demon general.

And in just twenty or thirty seconds of this fight, there were already ten more wounds on his body.

Roy bent over and spat on, panting as he took advantage of the short interval of a few minutes between battles to fight for his fate, mobilizing his source power to replenish the already depleted fighting energy in his body.

Ever since he had cultivated with the Sword Spirit, he didn't know how many swords he had received on this street, how many times he had died. These ten wounds were only a small part of the thousands of wounds he had suffered.

Still, Roy was a little proud.

How strong a mid-level demon general is equivalent to the Knight of Great Light, only those who face it in person can have a deep understanding. It was a sense of powerlessness and insignificance in the face of a towering mountain. Tiny armed knights. In the face of the overwhelming power of the other party's Tarzan, there is no room for struggle at all!

But he struggled. Although he didn't hurt the demon general's fur all the time, the other party's ten fatal attacks still failed to kill him!

That's power!

A force that is not sharp, not hard, but tough enough.

This power is often overlooked. When everyone is looking for powerful martial arts. When he was eager to slap his opponent to death, Roy, who had lived in the Warcraft jungle since he was a child, understood that the most difficult wolf to deal with was not the one with the sharpest claws, nor the strongest physique, but the one with the most scars on his body.

The sword spirit is the wolf.

In terms of martial arts. He's not top-notch. The swordsmanship is plain, not fast, not fierce, and it is just a few tricks to turn it over and over. Not to mention the demon general, even the leader of the demon squadron has more attack methods than him.

However, it was his opponent who went all the way from the long street to the end.

It doesn't matter if it's weaker than him, or it's stronger than him. In the final ending, Yuan fell under his sword with his eyes open. It seems that until death did not understand why this was happening.

From the first day he saw the sword spirit, the axe spirit told Roy that what he followed the sword spirit to learn was not swordsmanship, but beating. When he can follow the sword spirit to the end of the long street, and the wounds on his body are no more than a hundred wounds on the sword spirit, he can wake up the sleeping sword spirit.

And Roy has always done what the axe spirit asks.

Start with the lowliest-level demon soldiers. All the way up to the squad leader. Squadron Leader, Squadron Leader. Low-level demon generals, intermediate demon generals, he challenged his limits again and again. ..., initially, he would suffer no more than ten injuries before being hit by his opponent. You can't even cross half of the long street. And now, he has more than a hundred wounds on his body, but he can still stand here!

For Roy, every scar is a priceless asset.

Because he understands that in the world of judgment, this is a wound, and in the real world, this may be his own life!

Roy only has one life. And this life is too precious for him.

His life not only belongs to himself, but also to his mother who died on the banks of the Frost Chang River in order to lure away the enemy, to Grandpa William who wandered alone with him on the continent to avoid the pursuit of enemies, and to Tom, who dreamed of becoming a paladin but closed his eyes forever because he saved him.

So, he can't die. And if he wants to survive when a threat comes, he must learn the sword spirit, a fighting style that exists entirely for fighting.

Roy was grateful for the Sword Spirit.

Although until now, he has not spoken a word to the sword spirit, let alone the name and identity of the sword spirit, but this human warrior who is always ahead of him is using the sword in his hand and the wounds on his body to teach him the true meaning of battle, making him stronger day by day.

However, this kind of pain that is close to Ling Chi is really not something that people can bear.

"Brother Jian, can you rest for a few more minutes this time?"

Roy supported his body with his sword, and his fighting spirit was in motion, recovering his body. And the muscles of the body are also squirming with the help of Dou Qi to avoid excessive blood loss from the wound.

Although he knew that the sword spirit could not hear his words, he still said it. Just talk to yourself. Otherwise, he felt that sooner or later he would go crazy in this silent and bloody battle.

The next opponent is a high-level magic general. That was also the last opponent of this long street.

Roy memorized every wound on his body very carefully. Who to fight, what weapon to be hit, how you coped, the depth and location of the wound, etc. For him, these are valuable experiences. Therefore, he knew very well that his wounds were now ninety-one more than those of the sword spirit.

In other words, if you want to awaken the sword spirit, you must be injured no more than nine in the final battle. Of course, if the Sword Spirit is also injured, the number will increase accordingly.

But it's still hard!

Roy felt that he couldn't even stand up, but he still had to face the attack of a high-ranking demon equivalent to a paladin. Not to mention surviving nine moves, even one move may not be passable.

"Idiot. You haven't even woken him up, and it's a good thing to talk to him. I don't know when, the short figure of the axe spirit appeared next to Roy.

"I'd love to wake him up, but this time, I'm afraid it won't. Roy staggered and looked at the dwarf a little strangely, "Why are you here?"

Ever since the scene of the world of judgment changed from the hill where the dwarves fought to this empty demon city, the dwarves had never been seen here. There are several times. Roy felt the dwarves watching him, but no matter how much he called him, he wouldn't come out.

Unexpectedly, this time he actually came out on his own.

"Nonsense," the dwarf rolled his eyes, floating in midair, "if I don't come out." Even if you practice for another year, don't even think about awakening the sword spirit. ”

"What do you mean?" Roy said with a look of suspicion, "You mean, I can wake him up this time?"

"You can't change someone else, but you can. The dwarf nodded.

"Don't praise me," Roy said modestly, with a look of embarrassment, "although my talent is good." However, "

"It's just a fart, who said you have a talent for bullshit?" the dwarf was amused, and kicked him in the face, scolding, "Little bunny, I mean your healing skills." Roy was stunned for a moment, his eyes widening wider: "Can I use magic?"

"That's your own business, who says you can't use it?" the dwarf looked up at the sky, looking like he didn't care about himself. "You don't have to. ”

Roy's face twitched. A moment later, he jumped three feet high. Said angrily: "Why didn't you say it earlier?!"

From entering the world of judgment to follow the dwarves, all the way to following the sword spirits, he has been honestly learning their martial arts, steps, and moves, and has never thought of using magic.

If I had known that I could use magic, as long as I threw a magic shield or a healing technique at myself, where would I still be hacked so badly again and again, and be killed and resurrected several times all day long?

Thinking of this, Roy even had the heart to kill the dwarf.

This old guy obviously knows everything, but he doesn't tell himself, just stands by and watches the play. What bastard said that dwarves are honest and honest by nature, this old dwarf is simply terrible!

Seeing Roy's eyes, the dwarf's bull's eyes widened, and he glared back: "If I had told you earlier, would you still be able to learn the true skill from the sword spirit?"

"I" Roy opened his mouth, and his momentum suddenly dropped.

He knew that the dwarf was right. If I had known that I would be able to use magic in the study of the sword spirit, maybe I would really not be able to stand that kind of torture and take a shortcut. As long as you use it once, there will be a second, a third, an infinite number of times.

Perhaps, by adding a magic shield to oneself or using healing techniques, you can also learn the martial arts of the sword spirit, but that kind of learning, no matter how vivid it is, is only in vain. The feeling of muscles being cut open and bones broken and the feeling between life and death will be much less.

Moreover, the biggest gain from following the battle of the sword spirit is not how many deadly attacks are dodged, but the tenacity honed in this endless and painful battle.

This ability to combat pain is an asset in itself.

What else can make me afraid of being able to withstand such pain? The reason why I have been able to survive from a few wounds to more than a hundred wounds is that in addition to being stronger than before, more skillful footwork and body technique, and richer combat experience, is not one of the reasons why I am not accustomed to pain?

Thinking of this, Roy's heart no longer had a trace of fire. He silently applied a healing spell to himself. The twenty-two small wounds on his body healed at a rapid pace. In this way, the gap between the wound between him and the sword spirit has been reduced to less than seventy.

This means that as long as he can make no more than thirty-one wounds before the sword spirit kills the last opponent, he can successfully awaken the sword spirit!

Roy closed his eyes.

Although the spirit was in the world of judgment, he could still clearly feel that his magic power was rapidly climbing with wave after wave of spiritual power, and it had reached the critical point of breaking through five thousand magic codes. The form of the magic is changing.

At the same time, the Lord Spirit of the Judgment was also gulping down the energy of heaven and earth. The message from the soul of the Lord Spirit who had figured it out knew that he was only one line away from some unknown change in the ruling.

Time's up. Roy opened his eyes. Follow the steps of the sword spirit and move forward.

"Boy. A dwarven voice came from behind him, "Come on." ”

Roy nodded.

He knew that the lonely dwarf had waited too long for the sword spirit to awaken. If it weren't for himself, he could have sued himself for this cheating method a long time ago.

Now, he needs to awaken the sword spirit himself.

Ten steps later, two handsome demons dressed in ordinary cloth clothes looked exactly the same. Appeared in front of Sword Spirit and Roy. ..., looking at the silver-white flames in the pupils of the demon clan's eyes and the flush back braids on the back of his head, Roy knew that this was the royal family of the demon clan, a high-level demon general, and nine evolutions!

Only the pupils of the royal family are silver-white flames. And the braids on the back of their heads. I didn't make it up myself. That is a natural trait of this race. From birth, their hair will be tangled and braided. The more you evolve, the longer the braids.

No wonder the dwarves couldn't help but pop up. The difference in strength between himself and his opponent is too great. If you don't have a healing technique, if you don't have all the damage in this sealing scene, it's only achieved by moves, and you ignore other natural skills, you can only be killed in seconds!

The light of the thirty-two battle rings swirled from the sword spirit's feet. The sword spirit stabbed out with a sword.

And the demon turned around like a ghost, and went to the side of the sword spirit, and slashed straight at the sword spirit's vest.

The battle begins!

Burst. When the sword spirit dodged with a sliding step, Roy's shoulder had been pulled out by the blade with a bloody mark. This was the result of his efforts to counteract the knife with the forward leaning of his body and the twisting of his muscles at the last moment, otherwise the knife would have sent him to death.

The sword spirit backhanded a sword, thirty-two battle rings, and turned into thirty-two scimitars that flew out on the long sword.

The demons are short. The twin knives in his hands are as thin as cicada wings. Turned into a cloud of snow.

Puff puff puff

In this confrontation, the demon body burst into a cloud of blood mist. The sword spirit was slashed once in the arm, and Roy was slashed four times in succession.

Twenty-seven wounds left!

Nine seconds later, there were twenty-one left.

Fifteen seconds later, eighteen remaining.

Twenty seconds later, there were twelve left.

The wounds on the body are increasing almost every second. The distance is more than a hundred Dao of Sword Spirit, and it is getting closer and closer.

However, at this time, Roy's spirit had completely entered a mysterious state. He followed every movement of the sword spirit, every step. There is no fear, no worry, even the thoughts and pain are gone, and all the actions are done on instinct.

Four figures, like the shadows of two people, intertwined at the end of the long street.

The dwarf floated in the air, staring at the warband in front of him. Both nervous and relieved. Although he didn't know if Roy would succeed in awakening the sword spirit in the end, Roy's display had exceeded his imagination.

The dwarves never considered themselves to be a teacher. It's okay for him to fight with an axe, but he doesn't know where to start teaching what he knows how to teach others. Whether it was the Thor Axe Method or the Truth Decision, he actually didn't give Roy much guidance.

It's not so much teaching as Roy teaching himself.

But even in this situation, Roy is still growing rapidly.

As a crappy teacher, he is proud to have a student like Roy. He believed that he was like this, and so would the Sword Spirit when he woke up.

Thirty seconds passed.

The wounds on Roy's body were only three wounds, and they were about to exceed the limit of a hundred wounds that the sword spirit could injure. And at this time, the battle between the sword spirit and the high-level demon general has also reached the most critical time.

A sword-like light flashed, and the demon clan instantly swung out nine swords, and the sword did not leave the vital point of the sword spirit. The sword spirit's body twisted left and right in the sword light, avoiding the blade every time there was no room for it, and even a knife swept over his eyelashes, which didn't make his eyelids tremble.

And his figure is still going against the current in this sword light.

Burst. When the last sword of the demon clan stabbed into the left arm of the sword spirit, the sword blade that the sword spirit had been gathering for a long time also stabbed into the throat of the demon like lightning.

The movements of the sword spirit and the demon clan are very fast, so fast that people can't see it clearly. However, in the eyes of the dwarves, it is slow. It's as slow as it freezes. ..., he watched the sword blade of the sword spirit approaching the throat of the demon race, and also watched Roy's figure, like a small sampan, swaying in the stormy nine sword lights.

A flash of blood appeared, and there were three wounds left after the sword spirit's injury.

Another bloody light. There are two wounds left!

The dwarf's heart sank.

He knew that this confrontation between the demon clan and the sword spirit was a long-awaited lore between the two sides. The nine knives slashed by the demons, not to mention Roy, may not be able to dodge even if he changes to a knight of great light.

Moreover, the last of these nine knives still has a knife flower that vibrates with high-speed trembling. When the sword spirit is stabbed, it is a wound. And Roy was stabbed, and that could be ten wounds

At this moment, the sword in Roy's hand suddenly turned into a battle axe!

Thunder Eight Style!

Eight axe rays of light opened like a big umbrella.

This is the strongest defensive move in Thor's axe method. Roy had used it in the Battle of Medin City when he faced the cavalry of Darni, the knight of Glory of Filie. And now, he's using it again!

"Good!" the dwarf couldn't help but cheer.

Facing the demons' blades as thin as cicada wings and heavy battle axes, they are natural enemies.

And Roy's move perfectly integrates the sword spirit's swordsmanship with the axe technique he taught, turning from a sword to an axe, like an antelope hanging on its horns.

I only heard a few sounds of Dangdangdang, and the demon knives slashed at the axe one after another, bursting into a cloud of sparks.

The demons have nine knives, and eight knives have been exhausted!

There's one last cut left!

Looking at the sword light of the demons, an arc swept through the air, and went straight to Roy with the whining sound of cicada wings vibrating, and the dwarf's heart was about to jump out. No matter what he thinks, he can't think of a way to break this deadlock.

You must know that at this time, Roy's position is the same as that of the sword spirit, which is the center of the sword light, and it is unavoidable. Even the sword spirit has to fight for a chance to take out the sword, how can Roy dodge?!

It was at this thought that the dwarf's mind flashed through him that a picture appeared that he would never forget.

I saw that after using the Thunder Eight Style, Roy didn't stop at all, and his backhand was a fierce axe, and he didn't even parry, but directly chopped off his left arm.

Poof! When the sword of the sword spirit pierced the throat of the demon like a poisonous snake, the demon knife also slashed into Roy's severed arm.

Time, after a short period of stasis. Then I heard a loud bang on the ground.

Thousands of bolts of lightning streaked across the sky.

Then, the sky disappeared, and the whole world, darkened!

It looks like I'm such a scrapper. It's only been a few days, and my thinking is sluggish, and the time is getting later and later. Still, no matter what, it's good to grit your teeth and stick to the past.

For the sake of my hard work, everyone smashed all the monthly pass recommendation tickets.