Without taking his eyes off it, the tip of the knife rushed down.

Like an ancient swordsman, he drew a swift wind and headed straight for his powerful opponent.

I did not hesitate in the slightest, nor did I allow the slightest hesitation.

In the face of an opponent who is much stronger than himself, then just a blink of an eye of hesitation, a moment of cringe, will pay a huge price.

For me, there is nothing to hesitate about, and what is there to be afraid of.

Since you can't escape from this cage, you might as well use all your strength to have a hearty battle!

Ahhh

The instant excitement and nervousness made me cry out unconsciously, and my pace nearly doubled my speed.

This is my fastest speed so far.

The rubble and stumps on both sides were like twisted animations, and I left them behind and flashed by.

The wind whistling in my ears kept howling, as if I was unwilling to be surpassed by an adventurer like me, who was not so impressive.

Everything around me was already indifferent, and in my eyes, there was only that huge and hideous monster, which was the target of my blow, the only target!

The Minotaur boss seemed to sense my determination, and instead of looking at the ants that were stunned not far away, it turned its huge head and stared at me at high speed with a pair of violent and bloody eyes, the muscles between its eyes and nose slightly compressed and wrinkled, as if enjoying the oppression I had exerted.

The huge body pressed down, a pair of flesh fists opened, three thick fingers pressed the ground, and the thick and explosive thighs were firmly tensed, accumulating, and then, there was another collision.

This time, it's serious.

The huge body rushed towards me at a faster speed like a giant cannonball that shot out of the chamber.

Its head was forward, its thick and sharp horns pointed at me, like two armor-piercing shells mounted on a cannonball, tearing through the air in front of it, and with a sharp scream, stabbing at me.

Ahhh

The corners of my mouth cracked inexplicably, revealing an almost fanatical smile.

Come on, come on, come on!

With my hands high above my head, the sword in my hand was raised high, and with my maximum speed and strongest arm strength, I slashed down fiercely.

Cutting through the air flow of the collision, like an illusory crescent moon, slashing hard at the sharp hard horns of the Minotaur boss.

It was like slashing into a hard rock.

There was a dull sound, and my ears tightened and my scalp tingled.

Immediately afterwards, the sword in his hand broke into two pieces from the position of contact.

In the first half, the knife was accompanied by a dull sound, and it took more than a dozen turns in the air before it lost its upward trend and fell to the ground.

The second half of the knife, along with the hilt, remained in my hand, and the length was on par with a dagger.

Huh?

Looking at the broken knife in my hand, the corners of my eyebrows twitched, and I was completely speechless, and I could only collapse and shout in my heart: The tofu scum project kills people!

Blocked by the force of my slash, the speed of the Minotaur boss slowed down.

Although it was a lot easier, the remaining force of the impact was still able to knock me into internal injuries.

However, this is not bad, after all, my strength level is D, and the strength of my body is also determined by the strength level.

If you were an ordinary adventurer with a low power level, you might be smashed into a mural, and I mean the one that sticks to the wall like mud.

Raising my arm, my breathing became rapid, ready for the heavy impact.

Suddenly, from the side, a pale white spell missile flew and hit my body, exploding with a thud.

The power of the explosion was modest, but it was enough to away from the boss's presence.

As my body floated in the air, my eyes swept to Jaslyn, who had shot the spell missile, and her eyes changed slightly as she withdrew her staff.

I can clearly feel her intention to save me: to save me, erase the previous favor, and at the same time take revenge on me.

It is estimated that this spell missile did not spare a hand, and it was full force.

How do you express your current feelings?

I thought about it, and I should still thank her.

After all, this level of spell missile will only blow up my skin, but not my muscles and internal organs, which is a big advantage compared to the boss's collision.

Although it does hurt.

I rolled a few laps, got up, and checked my left shoulder, which had been blown up by the spell missile.

The skin was torn, and a few drops of reddish blood overflowed.

Jacelyn gave me a look of surprise, not expecting me to stand up like nothing but a few minor injuries to my shoulder.

Seeing that I was fine, Quincy motioned for me to come over and join them against the boss.

But I don't have that in mind right now.

The broken knife in the hand cannot be used, not only because it is short, but also because it is not sharp enough and not strong enough.

What master design, excellent texture, God makes the light, chopping gold and folding jade, it's all bragging, it's useless, it's really hard to drop the chain, I cursed him to go out and step on the ****, sparse without paper.

While cursing viciously, while taking advantage of the boss's momentum to stop, look around to see if there are any weapons such as swords that have exploded.

I scanned it three or four times, but I didn't find any shadow of the weapon, and I was full of guilt: "I've always heard that there are explosive magic weapons, why haven't I seen one until now, don't bring such a play!" ”

I almost screamed at the sky.

However, given the critical situation, I put the urge away, because the Minotaur boss had stopped.

Turning, this time, instead of smashing the ground or continuing to charge, it stepped out of a pair of large hooves and walked heavily and forcefully in the direction of Quincy.

"Roundabout, roundabout tactics!"

With a solemn face, Quincy commanded his men to use tactics against the impending threat.

The two girls, Yifang and Jaslin, took the lead in separating left and right, and quickly stepped back, tearing the formation in the opposite direction of the boss for a long distance.

The two warriors, Quincy and Kirk, holding the knight's sword, were less than four steps apart, looking like martyrs about to be righteous, with a sad and resolute face.

If you're scared, you run and fight at the same time, but you have to pretend to be righteous and awe-inspiring, how to look at it and feel funny.

I sighed and threw away the half-cut knife in my hand.

It's okay now, I don't even have a weapon, and I'm still a fart!

Not bothering to look at Quincy and Kirk's faces that were about to turn green with fright, he kicked the ground with his head down.

While.

There was a muffled sound.

My foot kicked hard against a hard object under the minced flesh, and the pain was so painful that I almost burst into tears as I held my foot.

Squatting down, I vigorously lifted the bloody and greasy large pieces of minced meat, only to realize that underneath it was Luke, who had been smashed into a tin sandwich.

Luke's remaining hand, which was still in good condition, still held a short spear.

The short spear is slightly longer than my sword, the head of the spear is almost forty centimeters, it feels hard and cold in the hand, slightly tough, and it looks like it is made of good steel, I don't know how many times better than my sword.

He drew out the short spear and held it in his hand and weighed it twice, it was slightly heavier than the sword, but it was very close to his hand.

I can't help but rejoice in my heart.

Turning his head, he looked at the minotaur boss who was approaching step by step, and said in his heart: "Fortunately, I have this, and I finally don't have to hold a stone to fight with it." ”