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23. Out of the sword

The monster slowly walked out of the darkness, and with the help of the faint light outside, Luo Er finally saw its full appearance.

The body is like a pile of sticky mashed potatoes in the shape of a hill. The surface is covered with a dark, sticky substance, as if it has been poured with a layer of black pepper sauce. There are more than a dozen waving tentacles on the body, and it looks like

It's squid tentacles dotted on it.

This is a new version of the ship that he has never seen before. Compared with the ones he has seen in his hometown, it is more delicious...oh no, it is scary.

As the monster moved forward, it waved its tentacles, wreaking havoc on the buildings and trees along the way. Those tentacles were extremely powerful and extremely sharp. Just by sweeping them casually, they cut the church hall into several sections like cutting tofu.

"Don't look directly at it, don't listen to its whispers, and stabilize your mind!"

The doctor whispered, muttering something in his mouth again, waving a short staff in his hand, and tapped Roll on the forehead, blessing him with a translucent barrier.

Then he knocked on his forehead again, giving himself a barrier.

"We are like ants in its eyes. They may not notice us. We need to back away slowly, keep distance, and be careful not to attract its attention."

The doctor continued.

Luo Er nodded. It could be seen that the doctor was quite experienced, which was consistent with his own experience.

The two of them moved back slowly and lightly, avoiding the path of the monster.

The monster seemed to be looking for something, its body as big as a hill kept twisting around, but found nothing, so it let out a series of low roars, which contained irritation and anger.

The doctor quickly covered his ears with both hands and bit his lips to prevent himself from making any sound.

His expression was extremely painful, with strands of blood oozing from his eyes, nostrils, and corners of his mouth, and even the spaces between his fingers covering his ears were dark red.

He was struggling against mental pollution, and it was difficult to move his feet even an inch.

Rolle originally wanted to drag him away, but an arm stretched out from beside him, grabbed the doctor's arm, and dragged him into an alley on the side of the road.

It's Mr. Tank who's back.

He was not stupid either. He was careful not to make any noise. He handed a sword he found from nowhere to Roel, and then asked in a mouthful:

'Now how to do?'

Luo Er took out his sword and took a look. The quality and workmanship were average, it lacked maintenance, it was not very sharp, and it was even rusty.

But it doesn't matter, as long as the sword is in hand, he will have the confidence to fight.

But at this moment, the monster suddenly noticed something, and several tentacles swept towards it like lightning.

With two crisp sounds of 'swish', the houses on both sides of the alley were instantly cut into a pile of bricks and rubble. Rohr and the other three were no longer exposed to the monster without any cover.

The doctor bit the tip of his tongue hard, forced himself to regain some energy, broke away from Tank's arms, and pushed the two of them hard.

"You guys run!"

Then, he held on to his still trembling body and resolutely stood in front of the monster.

He suffered from severe mental pollution, his vision was blurred, and various hallucinations appeared from time to time. His life was presented in front of him like a revolving lantern.

He is a research-oriented extraordinary person who has made many academic achievements in medicine, but he is not good at fighting.

But he is also a doctor, and his duty is to protect patients.

In his blurry vision, he vaguely saw a figure rushing towards the terrifying monster.

It should be... just an illusion, right?

But the next second, he felt a majestic pressure like a mountain erupting nearby.

Roll drew his sword.

His right hand grasped the hilt from the lower part, holding the rusty long sword in his hand.

At this moment, the wind stopped, the monsters stopped roaring, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Then, Rohr's figure disappeared instantly.

When he appeared again, he was already above the monster's head.

Then with a movement that cannot be explained by physics, he adjusted his posture in the air, with his head facing down, holding the sword in both hands, pointing directly at the top of the monster's head.

Then, his figure disappeared again, and instantly appeared at the feet of the monster, with the rusty sword in his hand held flat.

A shining sword light cut through the darkness, from top to bottom, and passed through the middle of the monster's huge body.

The next second, countless tiny sword lights flashed rapidly on the monster's body, fleeting but continuous, looking like a gorgeous fireworks blooming on it.

The monster's movements stopped...

Then the small mountain's body and arrogant tentacles turned into small pieces, scattered in all directions, and the whole body collapsed instantly.

This is the second secret of family swordsmanship.

The name is ‘two’

Originally there were names like 'Air Blade Kabuto', 'Kiren Zongzhan' and 'Dragon Sword', but later I felt it was too shameful and changed it.

Luo Er took a look at the fragments of the monster scattered everywhere. It seemed that it was not completely dead and was still twisting and struggling on the ground.

"Sure enough, one sword is not enough? Your strength ranks fifth among those I have met."

He whispered to himself, put the rusty sword back into its sheath, and lightly brushed the hilt with his right hand.

Streams of sword light reappeared, cutting precisely on those fragments, breaking them into strands of hair-thick filaments.

These filaments suddenly lost their activity, rapidly weathered and melted into the air.

Rohr closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath.

Every time he kills a monster, he can gain a kind of physical and mental relaxation and comfort. The lingering self-blame and guilt will also fade a little, and even the air he breathes seems to be sweeter.

But he quickly frowned again and muttered in a low voice:

"The weapon is not very handy, and the last sword is very imperfect..."

After that, he pulled out the embroidered sword again. In the end, he only pulled out the hilt...

Sure enough, the sword had been broken into pieces in the scabbard.

Without his weapons, he began to feel guilty again, and he was ready to leave as soon as possible with the doctor and tank.

As soon as Kai took a step, he felt something stepped on his feet.

He bent down to pick up the thing and took a glance at it.

The shape is very special, a bit like a fish bone, and like an arrow with barbs, only half the length of a finger.

Although I don't know it, I have a feeling in my heart that this thing is quite special, and intuitively there is no danger, and it doesn't have the evil and stench of monsters.

He didn't have time to think too much, so he put the thing in his pocket, ran back to the doctor quickly, and patted Mr. Tank's shoulder hard.

Mr. Tank's eyes were dull and he was stunned in place. He seemed to wake up after being tapped on the shoulder.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here?"

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