Call!

A breeze swept towards me, and I subconsciously leaned down, dodged, and looked away: the empty shell stone statue in front of me, just now with both arms flat on both sides, standing on the benchmark straight, now half of the body twisted, and the right arm bent, attached to the left arm, as if it had just exerted force.

Look at the sand particles that can't stop falling from it.

Combined with this, replay the previous feelings in your mind...

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

Assi!

I said how can I not find the shadow of the monster, and you are the representative of the monster at this level!

Without saying a word, pull out the knife and go up to it with a knife.

The sharp slashing knife was swung out by me vigorously, and the moment it touched the monster's skin, it was delayed for a moment, reducing a lot of force, but it still smoothly cut it in two.

The upper body of the stone shell monster, without any connection, slowly slipped from its waist and fell to the ground with a thud, its lower body was still standing there, and after a few seconds, there was a click, and several thin slits were born, and as the slits increased, its lower body shattered to the ground with a thud.

I looked at the slashing knife in my hand, and then at the broken stone fragments that were shattered all over the ground, and I was instantly shocked by my amazing knife.

A few seconds later, looking at the debris on the ground, I wondered: Why didn't they turn into black smoke? Is this a feature of the twelfth floor?

Just thinking about it, I saw the upper half of the body that had just slipped to the ground and was no longer moving, first moved his hand, then suddenly raised his blurred head, supported the ground with both hands, flicked his arms, and half of his body jumped into the air, and then, I saw countless broken stones on the ground rattling non-stop, and it was rushing towards its upper body.

A few seconds later, the stone shell monster that I had knocked out with a single blow stood in front of me gorgeously again, just like before.

Yo, Dare also comes with an automatic repair function!

Swinging the sword again and splitting it into two pieces, in less than half a minute, it returned to its original state.

Is it immortal?

I didn't believe in evil, and continued to cut down, and after eleven or two consecutive times, the stone shell still recovered unscathed, and continued to attack me slowly.

It doesn't raise its fist very quickly, but it swings it incredibly fast, and the force of the blow is not small, if it hits a solid punch without defense, it may not be hit internally.

But I don't care about it, because its speed of movement is an Achilles' heel, and with that speed, it can't hit me at all.

I frowned, wondering about its strength.

If you just swing your fist with great power, speed, and healing ability, it won't be enough to become a monster on the twelfth floor.

After all, the deeper the dungeon layer, the stronger the monster's strength, the richer the actual combat characteristics, and the greater the difficulty.

But compared to the attack method of the stone shell, its threat level is far less than that of the eleventh layer of the demonic spider, and it is not even as good as the minotaur boss, after all, the impact speed of that guy is not a joke.

After slashing fourteen or fifteen times, I finally felt a little bored, it's not a problem to kill like this, let's go to the thirteenth floor and have a look.

Thinking to himself, he was about to put away his knife when he heard a rustling sound in his ears.

Turning around, I was startled, and not far away, a dozen stone shells came towards me.

They were roughly in shape, and their vague faces were the same as the stone husks behind me, except that their arms were of a different color.

Some have thick ends and pointed tops, like two spears made of stone; Some hands are two stone balls the size of a football ball; Others took the form of swords and axes.

The most important thing is not their form, but their speed.

Their speed was different from that of the stupid Stonehulls behind them, and in my opinion, about the same speed as an adult would run.

He glanced back at the motionless stone shell monster behind him, pursed his lips, and said in his heart: "I was almost deceived by you!" ”

I was about to pull off the stance, but I was stunned to find that my feet were firmly wrapped in two piles of sand, and I couldn't move at all.

"What's going on?"

I was so shocked that I forcibly pumped my feet, but my feet seemed to be stuck in the mud, and it was very difficult to pull them out.

In the afterglow, the stone shell monster behind it was in a very strange posture and motionless, as if it was a statue at all, and between its rough palms, a faint earthy yellow light was reflected.

Magic?

I couldn't help but be surprised.

Although I don't have magic skills and can't do magic, that doesn't mean I don't have a basic understanding of magic.

The so-called magic is a kind of elemental energy, such as gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, and so on.

Once any magic is cast, it has its own special color, for example, fire magic is red, water magic is blue, and earth magic is earthy yellow.

Right now, the stone husk behind me is unleashing earth magic on me.

My sealed feet are probably what it did.

Any layer of monsters has a symbol of their own strength, and this is not to deceive me, on the contrary, I am too careless.

Lessons...

Looking at the dozen or so stone shells rushing towards me with murderous vigour, I sighed and swung my sword to slash at the stone shell monster behind me who was casting magic.

With a bang, the stone and iron rang together, the horse chopper was bounced two inches apart, and a large piece of rubble fell from the place where it was cut.

I was amazed.

This time, its shell turned out to be so hard!

There's no way to even cut it with a single sword!

What's going on. Just yet.

Inadvertently, I raised my eyes and glanced at the stone shell monster that rushed to the front less than ten meters away from me, and I didn't have time to think about it, I swung the Ma Tai knife again, four or five knives in a row, and finally cut the stone shell monster into two pieces.

The stone shell monster that was broken in two fell to the ground with a clatter, a pair of stone arms were also shattered, the earthy yellow light between my hands also dissipated in an instant, and the sand bound to my feet also slammed and scattered to the ground.

My feet were finally free, and the first stone husk rushed over, waving the spear in his hand that had turned into sand and stone, and stabbed me fiercely.

I dodged sideways, and with a twist of my footsteps, I slashed at the elbow of the Stonehull, and with a bang, cut a half-inch deep wound.

So hard!

I thought about it for less than a second, and another sledgehammer conjured up from the top of my head fell down, and I raised my knife to prevaricate, and there was another sound of stone and iron, and the sledgehammer was cut out by me, and I was knocked back two steps by the force of the recoil, and my wrist was numb.

glanced at the slashing knife in his hand, fortunately there was no curling blade, and sighed casually:

"This stone-shelled thing is powerful enough!"