Chapter 211 An Enemy Is Attacking

I remember that in those days, General Zhao Zilong was so brave that he was invincible with seven in and seven out. Today, I finally felt the refreshing feeling of seven in and seven out. However, General Zilong was sought after by everyone, but I was not. It is feared by everyone.

I was helpless, and finally figured out a cruel fact: seven in and seven out is just a rhetoric, the real key is to look at the face! In this face-based world, if you are not as handsome as General Zhao Zilong, let’s not talk about the millions of people who will follow you.

When I came out of the cave again, most of the adventurers were already standing far away from the cave entrance, watching from a distance.

What I felt in their eyes was not life-saving grace or rebirth, but deep fear.

hehe

I can only smile dryly and feel deeply sad for them: they are really a group of poor people who have been poisoned by worldly accidents.

Fortunately, not far away, Yura walked towards me with a slight frown and said in a reproachful tone: "Brother, why are you in such a mess?"

I bared my teeth, showed a smile, and said, "Those ghost-faced spiders are much more embarrassed than me."

Yura snorted and said, "Brother, your smile is so ugly."

I also cut, but didn't say anything. I showed an 'ugly' smile again, waved my sword, and rushed towards the last cave.

As long as this place is cleaned up, everything will be fine. I just don't know how the battle on Harold's side is going.

With no time to think, I once again entered the group of ghost-faced spiders.

This time the murderous intention lasted much longer than the previous one, and the state was much stronger than before. I felt that I was the representative of awesomeness at this moment!

But there is only one thing that makes me feel a little troubled - there are too many kills, and I can't hold it back.

As long as you see something with eight legs in front of you, you must try to chop it, no matter what species or type it is.

As for friendly and enemy forces

Could someone with eight legs and run around on the 19th floor be an ally?

I bared my teeth in disdain and dismissed the possibility: Just kidding, besides the ghost-faced spider, what else has eight legs on this floor? Could there be an octopus?

It was another journey through thorns and thorns, and while killing, I once again enjoyed being invincible!

Ah, invincible, how, how lonely!

Ah, invincibility, how, how empty!

While hacking and killing, I hummed an unwritten tune. Once again, I got lost.

Looking around, there is another circle of unfamiliar caves.

Ah?

Where is this?

I'm in dizzy mode again.

I tried to use the listening method as before, but to no avail, there was no sound of fighting at all. Only then did I suddenly realize that this was the last cave I had to clean.

I'll take it, but how can I go back?

When I was in confusion, my eyes suddenly glanced at several coins on the ground, and I had a flash of inspiration: Yes, I can go back in the direction where the coins are scattered!

I slapped my forehead fiercely, sighed loudly, and cursed in my mind: Why am I so stupid, I even forgot this method, and whether there were coins scattered all over the ground in the caves I killed before, and I didn't have time to pick them up. ah!

When I think of this, not only does my heart hurt, but my flesh also starts to ache. It’s all money.

As I kept walking back, I bent down to pick up money, like a hard-working scavenger.

So, not long after, in addition to ‘counting money until my hands cramp, and sleeping until I wake up naturally’, I added another criterion for happiness: picking up money until my waist and legs hurt.

In this way, I kept bending down - straightening up - bending down - straightening up, and walked for almost a hundred or ten meters. Finally, at the end of the cave, I saw the strange yet familiar adventurer again, who was mine. Temporary teammates.

ah! Although they still have hypocritical looks on their faces, and the eyes they look at me always show fear and wariness, all of this does not hinder my desire and expectation to return to the team at all.

Opening my arms, I planned to return to the team like a bird returning to its nest, but——

Holy crap? Why is there another ghost-faced spider? Huh? It doesn't look like much, what the hell is this?

In the mouth of a cave beside me, four or five steps away from me, four or five waist-high spiders with white stripes crawled in one after another.

These spiders look weird, and they all show their teeth and claws. At first glance, they look extremely awkward.

I frowned, and the arm holding the knife began to tremble again. In my heart, a voice that I had never heard before, but was extremely familiar, sounded: "Cut before talking, chop before talking."

Finally, I raised my sword and killed the white-striped spider crawling towards me.

This spider looks very weird, and its movements are slightly more flexible than other ghost-faced spiders. However, it still cannot avoid the speed of my sword swing, nor can it withstand the power of my sword.

Swish, swish, swish!

A few rays of cold light flashed, and all the awkward ghost-faced spiders turned into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

Fragments?

what happened?

I was puzzled when a cold light suddenly appeared in the distance, whoosh whoosh! There were several rapid sounds, and several bright spots continued to magnify from far to near.

My pupils suddenly shrank: it turned out to be several arrows with shimmering light!

At this moment, an ominous thought came to my mind: Is there an enemy coming?

I twisted my body, and several arrows passed by me, scratching my clothes, but fortunately, they didn't hurt my skin.

I was secretly rejoicing when three more arrows followed closely behind me. These three arrows were stronger and faster than the previous ones, and they arrived in the blink of an eye like a meteor catching up with the moon.

I suddenly waved my wrist and flashed the sword, and two of the arrows turned into nothingness in the faint light of the pattern. I was shocked, and I once again had a new understanding of the power of this combat skill of mine.

Then, he stretched out his left arm, relying on his own agility and the defensive power of the gauntlet to accurately grasp the arrow in his hand, and then folded it hard.

There was no breaking sound as expected, but instead a short blasting sound, ringing in my ears.

There was a vibration in the gauntlet, forcing me to spread my fingers. A burst of white light lit up between my fingers. Then, there was a weak impulse, blowing on my face like a breeze.

Hum!

I snorted coldly, with a fierce look in my eyes, and ran wildly in the direction of the arrow.

In my heart, enemies have only one fate: death!

With a strong murderous intent, he rushed towards the enemy like a ferocious tiger and a wolf, and rushed towards an archer who appeared not far away.

The archer looked horrified, as if he didn't expect that I could dodge his arrows.

Looking at his dull expression, I smiled cruelly: That's fine, dying in shock and inexplicable fear can be considered a kind of punishment!

Thinking about it, the sword flashed and went straight to the archer's throat.