The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

I just took it seriously. I didn't release the killing intent, but I could feel that the young man in front of me was nervous.

This is the difference between level and mentality. If you change to Harold, he will definitely face it with a smile.

Soon, in my vision, the young man's steps moved back slightly. He was alert and adjusting his angle at the same time. It seemed that he was planning to give me a sudden attack and drive me back.

Behind me, there was the sound of footsteps, very light, but very anxious, presumably, it was the little rookies who planned to launch a sneak attack on me.

This is not good, very bad.

I denied it in my heart: When I decide to fight seriously, any sneak attacker may be hit hard by me, and this is completely fatal to the little novices.

If you accidentally kill them, I wonder if Harold will blame me, or if the boat of friendship will be overturned.

A great man once said: The child is disobedient and will spank.

For their lives, and for their unknown future, I decided to deter them a bit.

The moment I stopped, my waist twisted, and the straight sword in my hand was instantly unsheathed. Behind me, a cold half-arc was drawn. This sword is a bit fast. I can tell with the naked eye. I can only see a flash of phantom. No time to distinguish the trajectory of the ghost.

When clanging, with a few crisp noises, the young people who have not yet come to stop here, their eyes are dull, and their bodies are fighting. At this moment, all of their weapons are broken, the upper half falls firmly on the ground, and the lower half is still firmly held in your hands. .

"Go away," I said coldly, and then smiled again: "It's going to die."

Several people still looked dumbfounded, not to mention moving half a step, even if they were asked to open their mouths, it might have become a problem.

But at this moment, with a few strong bows, I knew that the man behind him had shot.

After hearing the sound, I can easily dodge the shot feather arrow, but I can’t do that. Behind me, there are a few dumb guys who are not targets, but living human beings. A few arrows, if you don’t die, you will definitely get serious injuries.

Relying on the urinary nature of the archery person, this **** bowl will definitely have to be buckled on my head again.

Since you can't avoid it, get out of it.

I originally thought so.

But the moment I turned around, I gave up this decision.

There were so many feather arrows shot by the person in front of them, there were six!

The first feather arrow still carried a light red light, just like the one that was blasted before, and the following five arrows, although they did not carry any magical effects, still possessed not weak lethality.

If the six feather arrows are very different in succession, I might be able to take advantage of the neutral position and move them away one by one, however, they are shot almost at the same time.

Is it to avoid or force it?

this is a problem!

Only a short moment, time to think.

I frowned slightly, meditating, and in the blink of an eye, the feather arrow had arrived.

There was a soft puff, and it sounded after a few crisp jingles.

A feather arrow was submerged in my right arm, and the tail wing of the arrow was still trembling slightly. This kind of strange tearing sensation was not as good as the piercing heart of a crossbow arrow or the burning pain of a magic arrow. It was purely physical. The pain caused.

There is no trembling of muscles or heart-piercing screams. I seem to be used to this kind of pain. Even at the moment of torment and pain, my heart is happy. This kind of feeling has never been felt in the past. Over.

Without hesitation, he drew out the feather arrow and threw it aside.

The blood ran down the lines of the muscles and dripped to the ground at the arms of the arms.

"Good job," I exclaimed with a smile: "Unfortunately, I only got one shot, and the wound left is almost healed."

Raising his hand, shook his arm towards the person, the **** above seemed to really start to heal.

This ability seems to be brought to me by the red crystal that the dying Amon gave me. In the past, the effect was not obvious, but just now, the moment I pulled out the feather arrow, I saw the granulation inside. It grows at a rapid speed, filling the **** drilled by the feather arrow.

When I walked out of the fifth step, the **** no longer bleeds, I shook my arm again, smiled and said: "Look, it has been sealed, maybe in a few seconds, the wound will heal completely."

With that said, I stopped, spread my hands, and said, "Do you want me to give you another chance to attack me?"

"Head, ****, abdomen, arms, legs, which place would you choose?" I chuckled: "Or, are you confident and sure to attack them all at once?"

As I said, I raised my index finger and said, "The last time I didn’t dodge, it doesn’t mean that I didn’t dodge this time. There is only one opportunity. If you miss it, you will miss it forever. Now, I will give you three seconds. If you don’t start Attack, it's my turn."

"One."

I raised my left index finger, a faint smile appeared on my face.

"two."

The Naodachi in his hand slowly lifted, flat on his chest.

"three."

As soon as I moved, I rushed over, and at the same time, the man's feather arrow shot over again.

Boom boom boom, the sound is crisp, and it is his serial arrow.

The first feathered arrow hit my forehead and was gently bounced away with the back of the knife. The second one followed. I stretched out my left hand, hooked up my fingers, and flicked the arrow. Then came the third branch. I flashed sideways and avoided again. Then the fourth branch flew out, rubbing my shoulder. Then, the fifth branch was the last feather arrow I saw.

This feather arrow has a large offset from the other feather arrows. It is lower to the right of them, and this angle happens to be on the same line as my position after dodge. It seems that this person is also shooting at the same time. After calculating this point, I have a good idea, but it is a bit late, because my left hand and straight sword have been retracted, and once again have the power of the first battle.

Just when I grabbed the feather arrow with my guard and planned to cut off his strong bow with a straight sword, a cloud of white light smashed at me from a distance.

Looking sideways, it was a magic missile with light.

The level of this missile seems to be not low, there are two big missiles released by Lily.

I made two ‘hehe’, and cut the magic missile into two parts with the sword.

The separated magic missiles spread out in the left and right directions, and when they fell on the ground, they blew up dust.

However, it was not over yet. Then, several magic missiles came towards me, at the same speed, the same size, and the same power.

I have a number in my heart, this magician is very strong, maybe even much stronger than Yura.

Normally, at a distance of absolute superiority, warriors should be afraid of magicians. However, due to the past of a certain shadow of mine, I have lost my due to most magicians. Of fear.

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