While I was rejoicing, the Minotaur Boss was already less than five meters away from Quincy and the others.

Quincy forced his composure, his hand holding the knight's sword trembled, and cold sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto his fine cowhide coat.

He was afraid.

In fact, not only him, but any normal person would feel fear when he faced a huge monster nearly two stories tall for the first time.

It's an innate instinct that no one can get rid of.

There are only two ways to downplay this instinct, either to become strong enough, or to have a strong faith.

Like Kirk.

Although the expression of fear on this believer of the God of Creation was the same as Quincy's just now, the fear in his eyes gradually faded since he began to recite the nerve scriptures silently, and what followed was an incomparably firm fighting intent.

Raising the knight's sword in his hand, the momentum of the whole person even changed, just like the crusaders who were not afraid of death back then.

"The Lord teaches us that all fear comes from the heart, and that the flashy appearance is just a cover for timidity, and with the sword in his hand, cut off the illusion in front of him!"

Kirk's voice grew louder and louder, and finally changed from silent to shouting, startling the trembling Quincy.

With the backs of his hands facing outward, holding the hilt of the sword in both hands, he held it flat on his chest and shoulders, his eyes were full of the fanaticism of the believer, and he moved the legs of the original Zhan Su, and rushed over against the huge oppressive force brought by the boss.

"Lord, put your faith on the sharp edge of my sword, and let me use it to split the evil spirits that stand in the way of righteousness!"

He roared, rushed in front of the minotaur, and slashed hard, the sharp blade of the knight's sword, cutting into its hard skin, although it did not cut the flesh and blood, but it did hurt it.

The minotaur waved his giant palm and slapped it at Kirk.

Kirk scurried forward, following the gap between the Minotaur's legs, dodging the attack, and continuing to swing his sword, slashing at its thick hind legs.

The minotaur turned around, reached for the jumping flea, and was dodged by him again.

Attack it on the side.

Quincy was stunned for more than ten seconds before she reacted, beckoned the two girls in the distance to carry out an auxiliary attack, and rushed forward with her sword in her hand.

I have to say that the tactics of the four people going around in circles are very familiar, like two monkeys against a heavy bear, and there are two Angry Birds in the distance who are constantly assisting.

Relying on this tactic, they successfully stalemate with the boss for nearly ten minutes, but with little success.

The weapons in their hands are of excellent quality, and any one they take out is more than ten times better than my broken sword.

However, their strength is a bit not optimistic.

The knight's sword could only rely on its sharpness to cut into the rough skin of the minotaur, but it could not hurt the muscles and break the muscles and bones.

Yi Fang's lead bullet, although it can shoot at the fatal position of the minotaur with great accuracy, cannot penetrate its solid skin, and even if it has additional magical attributes, it only makes a deep hole in its cowhide.

Jaslin's magic missiles were even more unsatisfactory, pale white magic missiles roared and smashed on the Minotaur's body, splashing puffs of white smoke, which looked very powerful.

When the smoke clears, you will find that this string of seemingly domineering magic missiles, let alone hurting the boss, can't even attract attention.

Based on the dynamics of the battle, I had a rough assessment of the strength of Quincy's squad.

Quincy, Kirk, and Evon should have reached level four, and Jacelyn is probably still hovering at level three, as for Luke, who died at my feet like a sandwich.

。。 For the deceased, we should have enough respect and still not evaluate him.

Anyway, no matter what his strength is, his IQ must not be enough, otherwise he wouldn't die so ugly.

With Luke's short spear in hand, I was hesitant to join them.

If I were to join in, it would upset their balance, affect their pace and position, make their attacks unorganized, and possibly even cause unnecessary damage.

And if I don't join, with their attack effect, even if they fight for a day and a night, they may not be able to seriously injure the Minotaur boss, and maybe they will be unable to dodge because they can't dodge, so they will suffer a fatal blow.

A group of ignorant adventurers of the third and fourth levels, is it really true that the boss of the tenth layer is an ordinary fourth-level monster?

Without the strength of level five or above, it is impossible for you to shake this monster.

Looking at the panting appearance of the two soldiers, looking at the anxious expressions of the two girls, I fell to the ground helplessly.

Just when I decided to take the short spear and challenge the boss again, Quincy's impatient voice shouted: "An Xiaoyi, are you here to help!" ”

Kirk was also slightly distracted and glanced at me, but he quickly ignored me because the boss's attack speed had increased.

With the short spear in hand, I joined the fray again.

Once again, I unleashed all of my level 5 strength, but this time, instead of pressing it down on a desperate attack, I turned it into a melee grappling.

Sure enough, since I joined the fray, Quincy and Kirk's attack rhythm has been disrupted.

Compared to their evenly matched speed and strength, my faster speed and stronger strength made them unable to adapt for a while, and they were almost caught by the boss's iron palm several times in a row, which scared the two of them into a cold sweat.

Finally, Quincy jumped out of the battle with all his might, and Kirk, a minute later, rolled off the ground.

The grizzled Kirk stood up, changed his previous cold expression, and looked at me who was fighting worriedly, with helplessness and anxiety on his face.

Quincy looked like she was watching a play, watching me fight with the boss as if she were watching a play, and even waved her hand to stop Yifang and Jacelyn's assists.

Kirk looked at him puzzled and said, "Why did you stop assisting?" ”

Quincy's eyes flickered, and he said, "Mr. An Xiaoyi's speed is too fast, I'm worried that Yifang and Jaslin's attacks will accidentally hurt him." ”

Although dissatisfied with this explanation, Kirk could not find any reason to refute it.

The spearhead of the short spear is indeed strong and sharp enough, and under the control of my self-created knife moves, it draws one illusory arc after another, cutting one wound after another on the boss's strong body.

The boss's fist is also swinging faster and faster, more and more powerful, as if he recognizes that the strength of the monkey entangled with it is stronger than imagined, and there is no way to pinch him to death without showing some real skills.

Over time, the boss's attack speed slowly increases.

There were even a few times when it was so fast that I couldn't predict it.

However, under the control of my high agility, I still wiped my clothes, and I was able to flash over, but I was shocked into a cold sweat.

Why is it getting stronger and stronger in speed and power? Are bosses also growing?

In danger, such a thought flashed through my mind.