Chapter 202 Joints

The moment the blade cut into the foot, I saw an unexpected result - the rippled blade definitely opened the foot's defense, but it stopped at a depth of less than an inch.

My eyes twitched, and I felt bad: the defense system was too abnormal, and Captain America's little shield could only be compared to it.

Not believing that evil, I quickly pulled out the sword and slashed hard on my feet again.

when!

Still the same ending.

I was dumbfounded and found it difficult to accept

What was also hard for me to accept was the group of adventurers around me. They wielded swords, axes and hammers and chopped for a long time. In the end, they could only leave a shallow mark on the outer shell of the walking leg.

"Damn it, is that guy cheating?" The first person to question was a male adventurer who used a spiked war hammer.

"What does cheating mean?" Next to him, another male adventurer asked.

"I don't know, I just said that casually," the male Warhammer adventurer said casually.

"Did our attack just miss the defense just a little bit, so he took advantage?" a female adventurer speculated. She was holding a sword and trying to block the incoming footsteps.

"I don't know, but I support you!" A female adventurer next to her rushed forward with a giant sword.

"I don't know, but I praise you!" Another female adventurer next to her stabbed forward with a spear.

As a result, despite the clang, he was still unscathed.

I ignored their gossip theories and conjectures, held the knife in my right hand, hugged the injured leg with my left arm, and slashed with the knife again.

I made several crisp sounds in succession, and I cut out more than a dozen grooves on the front end of the foot. Still no animal body fluids or the like were seen flowing out of the grooves. It seemed that only the surface of the body was damaged, not the inner surface. .

"What the hell, how thick is this skin!" I whispered angrily.

Fortunately, there is no black leg hair growing on the front of the legs. Otherwise, with my hugging method, the left arm and even the left rib can be treated like a honeycomb.

Harold, who is closest to the Ghost-Faced Spider, has gradually weakened his white light. He has reached the stage of decline of his combat skills. It is estimated that it will not take long for the effects of his combat skills to disappear completely, and then he will need to consume magic again to activate it again. .

Compared with his, my combat skills are much better. As long as the killing intention is released at any time, the effect of the combat skills will always exist. However, even saying this does not mean that it has no weaknesses. If you want to maintain the killing intention, , it will continue to consume physical strength. Correspondingly, the stronger the murderous intention released, the more physical strength will be consumed. It is not known how long the physical strength of level C can sustain the murderous intention.

As Harold's combat skills weakened, his suppression of one of the forelimbs became smaller and smaller, and the struggle of that forelimb became more intense.

If this continues, the battle will become annoying!

With this thought in mind, I released my left arm and jumped off the front of my steps.

The liberated feet smashed down on my head without hesitation. The strength and momentum were all intended to smash me into a meat pie!

Although I am bloodthirsty and belligerent when I am in a state of murderous intent, it does not mean that I am a fool. If such a huge monster hits me on the head, it will be fine!

Relying on instinct, I bent my legs, tilted my body, and rolled on the ground, avoiding the lightning strike.

Before my feet could be raised, I jumped up high, stepped hard on them with my right foot, and thrust the tip of the Naotachi sword downwards in my hand. Poof, the tip of the knife sank half an inch deeper again. Taking advantage of the situation, I made another fierce stroke, and then I used all my strength and rushed toward Harold.

The attack just now was purely driven by murderous intent, but in my opinion, it was more like revenge. My body was almost smashed into a meat pie by my feet. The murderous intent in my body also unconsciously developed hatred for this, so I said this. Behavior.

At this moment, I even wondered if the murderous intention in my body would give birth to spiritual intelligence at some point? Can even something like revenge be done so smoothly? Next time I go to a restaurant to eat, it won't compel me to order a table full of Kuroge steaks, which cost a gold coin each.

While I was thinking with fear, I subconsciously touched my pocket. The bulging pockets were filled with a pile of silver coins and copper coins, and the total amount was less than half a silver coin.

Just as I was showing a bitter smile, my fingertips touched something hard. I squeezed it: Hey, isn't this the bracelet-like thing I got before?

I don't know what the effect is.

Speaking of which, I ate a blood-red crystal given by Amon before. What specific effects does that crystal have?

While I was thinking wildly, I was already at Harold's side, stepped on the struggling forelimb of the foot, raised the Naotachi high, aimed at a joint, and stabbed hard!

puff!

With a muffled sound, the tip of the Naotai sword sank more than an inch deep!

This is simply progress across the ages!

I almost shouted out in excitement: "Dear meow, finally it's working!"

Move your wrist left and right a few times, slightly expand the wound, and pull it out again.

As the sword was pulled out, there was another soft pop, and a lot of green juice spurted out from the wounds in the joints, spilling onto my body and Harold's back.

Soon, a strong fishy smell spread out.

"What's going on?" Harold asked, but he didn't look back and still suppressed his steps.

"Well, I just stabbed it, and unfortunately, it hurt it," I said with a little embarrassment.

"It's hurt!" Harold turned around and glanced at me, his eyes slightly surprised, but he quickly turned back: "How did you do that?"

"Joints." I swung the knife and inserted it into the wound at the same location again, trying to enlarge the wound on the foot: "The joints should be its weakest point."

"I see." Harold suddenly became excited: "In the previous battle, I only paid attention to a few of its fatal weaknesses, and didn't pay attention to the joints and other parts at all. An Xiaoyi, you really made a plan for me. What a great suggestion!”

He laughed and said to the adventurers who were resisting the attack: "Attack its joints, and we'll try to turn it into a legless spider!"

"good!"

Harold's call was more influential than an imperial edict. Is this the so-called idol effect?

I shook my head, saying that without an idol, I couldn't understand this feeling at all.

Pulling out the Naotachi again, green juice spurted out again. Presumably the wound had begun to show signs of healing at the moment he spoke.

This guy's healing power, strength, and aggressiveness are all very powerful. No wonder Harold suffered a loss at its hands, losing two generals in vain!