Chapter 2825 Poison

Seeing that his body began to move toward Sirocco without any warning, the giant sword adventurer pierced the giant sword deeply into the ground, roared, and said: "Don't underestimate me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wave of magic gathered in an instant, tightly surrounding him. The next second, magic surged up like a fountain, shaped like a wall of water, and forcibly resolved Sirocco's blow.

"Yes, there is something." Sirocco sneered, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His figure became blurry in an instant, and he reappeared, less than two meters away from the giant sword adventurer.

The adventurer was shocked and turned pale. He moved and retreated quickly, but Sirocco would not give him a chance to breathe. He followed him like a shadow, intending to kill him with one blow.

At this moment, dozens of huge pressures came from far and near, and they rushed to block the fatal blow before Shilok could kill him.

Shilok put away his slender hands and looked intently. She saw dozens of figures standing in front of her. Each one was wrapped in a rich light, which looked like the power of transformation. Only a few figures were wrapped around them. It's all golden light, which is probably the legendary power of awakening.

While Sirocco was confronting dozens of strong men, more than a dozen figures stopped a few meters away from their companions. These people were all the powerful men who had just blocked Sirocco's fatal blow. They were not injured, but were injured. One blow sent him flying several meters away.

The strength and weakness are evident.

Seeing his companions gathered together, the giant sword adventurer immediately became energetic. He first stared at Sirocco with an unkind look, then raised his hand, pointed at me, and said, "That person is also his companion."

Among the crowd, a thin male adventurer pushed up his glasses and said curiously: "He doesn't look very old."

"Yes, he is very young," the giant sword adventurer said solemnly, "but remember not to underestimate him because of this."

"Huh?" A sinister male adventurer looked at the giant sword adventurer in confusion. The latter coughed with an ugly expression and said, "He blocked my full blow."

Nearly half of the adventurers gasped in unison, and some people asked in surprise: "Really or not? This boy's magic wave is not like our Poseidon clan, so why is he so powerful?"

"That's true." Another adventurer wearing glasses pushed up his glasses: "It's almost stronger than the most talented adventurer in our clan. Such a good seed must be killed!"

"But that woman is not a kind person." An adventurer holding a hook looked at Sirocco coldly and said: "She can repel more than a dozen companions at the same time without taking a step back. This kind of strength is not something that we can bear. Got up."

"You have to bear it if you can't bear it!" The leader of this group of adventurers held a battle ax and said coldly: "Be aware that we are the most noble Poseidon clan and are descendants of gods. How can we be afraid of mortals?"

"That makes sense." Another adventurer squinted his eyes at me and said, "I think that woman is very fond of this boy. It seems that if you want to defeat that woman easily, you have to capture the boy first!"

Shilok looked at the speaker with a smile, suddenly grinned and said with a smile: "Brother, you are right, it will be a big problem for you to defeat me, but if you capture him and threaten me, I will be very happy." It’s easy to surrender, but can you do it?”

At the same time as the crazy smile bloomed, Sirok turned into black smoke and pounced on it.

A group of adventurers stood ready, each showing their weapons and special skills, fighting with Sirocco. At the same time, a silent figure ran towards me at an extremely fast speed.

I just looked at the shadow from the corner of my eye and continued to watch the battle calmly.

When the shadow was only one meter away from me, I swung the Odachi sharply, aimed at the shadow's waist, and struck hard.

Ding! Bang!

After a few crisp sounds, a figure gradually became clear. It was a thin male adventurer, with a veil on his face, a sharp knife in his hand, and tight clothes all over his body. He was almost consistent with the attire of a ninja in movies and TV shows.

"Ninja?" I blurted out subconsciously.

The other party's expression condensed and he escaped into the night again.

He reacted, could he really be a ninja?

I thought to myself, but within a few seconds, I felt a strong strong wind coming, and without looking back, I was struck by a knife. With a clang, the dagger was deflected, and the figure became blurry again.

"How disgusting!" I yelled in my heart.

"You can't find someone and call them disgusting?" Odachi's teasing voice sounded in his ears: "Does it mean that if the cooking doesn't taste good, it's because you don't know how to season the ingredients?"

I was startled for a moment, then chuckled in my heart: "You haven't said anything for so long, I thought you died."

"Have you ever seen a knife hang up?" Odachi asked in return.

"I've seen it before," I said, "I don't have dreams. If I stay in bed for too long, I'll die before I know it. This is what is called some people, oh no, some swords are alive, but they are already dead."

"Come on," Odachi sneered: "I've lived to this day, and I can't say enough. I've been here for many years, but I haven't encountered even a hundred weapons with real souls, and I've never heard of them. There is no weapon that will kill itself if it is idle. Even if it is broken or rusted, as long as the material is still there, the soul will not be destroyed."

"What if the material is no longer available?"

"Then it's still immortal," Odachi said, "Do you think the soul relies on materials to exist?"

"Is not it?"

"Definitely not!" Odachi said: "The soul is a condensed body of thoughts. Does it have anything to do with the material?"

"You've been taught a lesson!"

With a low cry, I was hit by a dagger. The wound was on my shoulder, not deep, but about half an inch.

After hitting the target, the figure of the ninja slowly appeared and looked at me coldly. His eyes seemed to be telling me: "I'm sorry, you are already dead."

However, one second, two seconds, three seconds, and four seconds passed, and a full minute passed. I was still standing, which surprised the ninja. At the same time, the adventurer roared not far away: "Is your poison expired?" Already? How come it’s been more than a minute and the boy still hasn’t fallen down?”

"It must have expired." I snickered and shouted to the adventurer who was shouting.

The ninja's eyes were like arrows, and he glanced at me sharply. At the same time, he looked at the dagger in his hand doubtfully. However, he did not foolishly try to see if it was poisonous. Instead, he put the dagger under his nose and smelled it, and then said in a muffled voice: "There's nothing wrong with poison, there's something wrong with people."

"Is there something wrong with him?" A voice of surprise came from among the adventurers, and then someone exclaimed, "Is it possible that this young man has taken the poison-free potion?"

As soon as the words came out, another voice retorted: "Impossible, we know this poison ourselves. If you get a little bit of it, your whole body will be paralyzed. Even the descendants of our gods have not developed a special potion. How did he obtain it?"