Chapter 3235 Knife Injury

Facing this huge crisis, I felt as if I was in the dungeon again, and came to the time when I was dancing with the ghost-faced spider.

At the moment when the memories in his mind merged with reality, an even more surging killing intent burst out from his body and surged towards the surroundings.

Killing intent, air waves and apostle's power are completely different. The latter leads to destruction, while the former leads to killing.

Destruction covers a wide range of areas and is easily resisted.

Killing only targets living creatures and is difficult to resist.

Casillas, who was guarding the gate, suddenly became solemn. If he had been in another place, he would have left long ago, so that he would not suffer this crime for no reason.

However, behind him is his mansion, his servants, and his memories.

Perhaps very few people know that Casillas, who seems to be born only for fighting and can be described as extremely cruel, actually also has his own tenderness.

With a stumble, he drew his sword out of its sheath.

Casillas crossed his swords and inserted them into the ground with a clang.

In the next second, fighting and killing intent surged out, aiming at the surging killing intent and blocking it fiercely.

The collision of killing intent and killing intent, the confrontation between killing intent and fighting intent, made waves of silent roars, and they fought in front of the mansion.

I saw all of this, but at this moment, I was indifferent to it all.

I have only one target, and that is the second apostle, Weeping Eyes Held, standing not far in front of me, holding a wand and looking majestic.

Can my knife pierce the apostle's body?

Can my momentum dissolve the apostle's fighting spirit?

Can my persistence break the apostle's tyranny?

This series of questions all disappeared in my mind in an instant.

No matter how many problems there are, they are not as many as there are solutions. Even if Held is powerful, so what?

At this moment, I am just an adventurer, an adventurer who challenges powerful enemies.

Defeat or invincibility is secondary. The most important thing is whether to go all out in this battle.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go!!!" Odachi's voice still roared in my mind: "You brat, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to hone your mentality and challenge a powerful enemy! But we must use our full strength to Go!"

"You don't have to say it!" The moment the killing intent filled my body and completely enveloped me, my mentality had changed. At this moment, I represented fearlessness and madness.

"I have already felt your power, Held." My voice was hollow and low, like the voice of the netherworld: "Next, it's up to you to experience the resistance of human beings!"

"Phantom-Shadow-Sword-Dance!!!"

The moment one foot landed on the ground, more than twenty sword lights suddenly appeared, weaving into a wall of sword shadows.

"Try it, this is determination from humans!"

Herder's expression changed slightly, she stretched out her right hand and held it in the air. In an instant, a ball of magic power was held in her hand, and in just one breath, it condensed into a magic shield.

The magic shield is semi-golden and semi-transparent in color, like a light golden mirror.

boom!

There was an explosion.

It was the sound made at the moment when the sword energy collided with the magic shield.

For the first five strikes, the magic shield remained motionless, but when the sixth strike landed on the surface of the shield, the radiant shield made a slight sound and cracked with an undetectable crack.

As the saying goes, a thousand-mile embankment collapses in an ant nest.

Magic shields are inevitably affected by cracks.

When the tenth sword energy landed on the surface of the shield, the broken magic shield was finally overwhelmed. After several clicks, it shattered into pieces of brilliance.

Held's eyes suddenly widened, with confusion, confusion, and surprise in his eyes.

Although all kinds of different emotions were intertwined in her heart, Held still did not panic in the slightest. She hummed softly, turned her wand, and a pale golden halo rose again, wrapping her body tightly.

Is this a magic barrier? !

I was slightly surprised, but I didn't panic at all. I continued to swing the knife and slashed at Held's body.

The magic barrier that was hurriedly built was obviously not as defensive as the magic shield. It was shattered with just three swords.

Just when the fourth knife was about to fall, something like a mirror was generated out of thin air. If I remember correctly, this should be one of the most basic combat skills mastered by magicians. The mirror is used to resist physical attacks. The most basic combat skill, it is also the only life-saving combat skill for magicians when they are weak.

But since this combat skill was released by Held, I can't be careless. Who knows if she has tampered with the mirror?

Thinking of this, I directed all the remaining sword energy of Phantom Sword Dance towards the mirror suspended in the air.

However, after just a few cuts, there was a crisp sound.

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the mirror surface shattered, and finally, due to being overwhelmed, it shattered into slag again.

Just when I was wondering why the mirror was so vulnerable, I saw Held in front of me once again condensed a magic shield.

Although this shield is still in its embryonic form, the density of magic fluctuations and organized magic contained in it is astonishing to me.

However, at this time, the remaining power of Phantom Sword Dance was about to disappear, and it was not enough to destroy a rudimentary magic shield.

Thinking of this, I pondered for a moment and made some calculations in my heart.

If it can't be broken, then pursue it again. I don't believe it. Multiple attacks can't destroy this mere unformed magic shield?

So, I slashed the last few remaining swords on the magic shield.

Click!

There was another crisp sound, and the magic shield cracked again.

But the Phantom Sword Dance is also over.

Stand firm on your feet, with your right arm in front and your left arm behind you. Hold the handle of the knife tightly with one hand and hold the blade with the other. Accumulate your strength for one second before bursting out again.

Draw your sword and chop!

This is not a simplified version of the sword draw, but the real sword draw, a sword draw that combines killing intent and the power of the goblin.

With a single stroke of the knife, the afterimage dissipated.

Wow!

The golden light shattered, and the ground was filled with splendor.

Poof!

There was a thin knife mark on Held's right waist and abdomen, as well as on his right arm.

The knife marks continued to expand, and blood flowed out.

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Held gathered the power of the apostle and forcibly healed the wound.

Then he turned around, aimed at me, and hit me three times in a row.

Three magic missiles before and after roared towards him at extremely fast speeds.

I could even clearly hear the sound of the magic missile approaching, but I was in a frozen state and couldn't dodge at all.

All I could do was grit my teeth and tense my back.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, and the magic missile exploded on my back.

I felt a huge force hit my back, like being hit by a heavy truck, and my body fell forward involuntarily.