I just took it seriously and didn't release the killing intent, but I was already able to sense that the young man in front of me was nervous. (8)』(1)中┡ 『文网ん.81.

This is the difference between rank and mentality, if it were Harold, he would definitely face it with a smile.

Soon, in my vision, the young man's steps moved back slightly, he was vigilant, and at the same time adjusting his angle, as if he was planning to give me a surprise attack and force me back.

Behind me, there was a sound of footsteps, very light, but very urgent, presumably, those rookies were planning to launch a sneak attack on me.

It's not good, it's not good.

I denied in my mind: when I decided to fight seriously, any sneak attacker could be hit hard by me, and this would be completely fatal for the rookies.

If I accidentally killed them, I wonder if Harold would blame me, and if the boat of friendship would be capsized.

A great man once said: If a child is disobedient, he will be spanked.

For the sake of their lives, and for the sake of their unknown future, I decided to intimidate them a little.

The moment I stopped, my waist twisted, and the straight knife in my hand was instantly unsheathed, and behind me, a cold half-arc was drawn, this knife was a little fast, and I could distinguish it with the naked eye, and I could only see a flash of phantom, but I had no time to distinguish the trajectory of the phantom.

When there were a few crisp sounds, the young men who had not yet come close stopped here, their eyes glazed over, and they were all trembling, and at this moment, all their weapons were broken, and the upper half fell firmly to the ground, and the lower half was still firmly held in their hands.

"Go away," I said coldly, and then, with a smile, "You're going to die." ”

A few people still looked stunned, not to mention moving half a step, even if they were asked to open their mouths to speak, it might have become a problem.

And at this moment, a few strong bows sounded, and I knew that the person behind me had made a move.

I could easily dodge the feathered arrows that came at me, but I couldn't, and behind me, there were a few stupid guys, who were not targets, but living humans, and if they were killed, they would be seriously injured.

With the urine of the archer, this basin must be buckled to my head again.

Since you can't dodge, let's block it.

That's what I thought.

But the moment I turned around, I gave up on that decision.

There were too many feather arrows shot by the person in front of him, and there were six of them!

The first feather arrow still had a pale red glow, just like the one that had been blasted before, and the five branches that followed, although they did not have any magical effects, still had a lot of lethality.

If there was a big difference between the six arrows, I might have been able to take advantage of the gap and push them out one by one, but they were fired almost at the same time.

Is it to avoid or force the connection?

That's a problem!

There is only a short moment, time to think.

I frowned slightly, pondered, and in the blink of an eye, the feather arrow had arrived.

A soft pop, after a few clanging crunches.

My right arm was submerged in a feather arrow, and the tail of the feather arrow was still trembling slightly, this kind of wonderful tearing sensation was not as good as the heart of a crossbow arrow, nor as good as the burning pain of a magic arrow, but it was simply a pain drawn from above.

There was no muscle trembling, no heart-rending screams, I seemed to be used to this kind of pain, and even in the moment of torture and pain, my heart was happy, this feeling, in the past, I had never felt before.

Without hesitation, he pulled out the feather arrow and threw it aside.

Blood trickled down the lines of the muscles and dripped to the ground in the crook of the arm.

"Well done," I smiled and exclaimed, "Unfortunately, only one branch was hit, and the wound left behind is almost healed." ”

Raising his hand, he shook his arm at the man, and the top one seemed to be really starting to heal.

This ability seems to have been brought to me by the dying Amon red crystal, and in the past, the effect was not obvious, but just now, the moment I pulled out the feather arrow, I saw the flesh inside was growing at a rapid pace, filling the hole drilled out of the feather arrow.

By the time I took the fifth step, there was no more bleeding, I shook my arm again, and smiled, "Look, it's sealed, maybe in a few seconds, the wound will be completely healed." ”

As I spoke, I stopped, spread my hands, and said, "Do you want me to give you another chance to attack me?" ”

"Head, abdomen, arms, legs, where would you choose?" I smiled and said, "Or are you confident and sure to attack them all at once?" ”

As I spoke, I raised my index finger and said, "I didn't dodge last time, but it doesn't mean that I won't dodge this time, there is only one chance, and if you miss it, you will miss it forever, now, I'll give you three seconds, if you don't attack, it's my turn." ”

"One."

I raised my left index finger with a faint smile on my face.

"Two."

The straight knife in his hand was slowly raised and held flat in front of his chest.

"Three."

As soon as my body moved, I rushed straight over, and at the same time, the man's feathered arrow also shot again.

Bang bang, even with a crisp sound, it's his chain of arrows again.

The first arrow, which came to my forehead, was flicked away by me with the back of my knife, followed by the second, and I stretched out my left hand, hooked my fingers, and flicked it hard, and the arrow flew away, and then the third, which I flashed sideways, and then avoided, and then the fourth, which grazed my shoulder, and then the fifth, and the last arrow, which I saw.

This feather arrow is very offset from the other feather arrows, it is on the lower side of their right, and this angle happens to be on the same line as the position after my dodge, it seems that this person also calculated this while shooting the arrow, and the idea is very good, but it is a little late, because my left hand and Naota knife have been withdrawn, and I have the power to fight again.

Just as I grabbed the feathered arrow with my gauntlet and was about to cut his strong bow with my straight sword, a cloud of white light slammed down on me in the distance.

When I looked at it from the side, it was a ball of magic missiles that glowed.

The level of this missile does not seem to be low, and it is as big as two of the missiles released by Lily.

I snorted twice, and slashed the magic missile into two pieces with my sword.

The separated magic missiles spread out in both directions, to the left and right, and as they landed on the ground, they exploded into a cloud of dust.

However, this was not the end of it, and immediately after, several more magic missiles came at me, with the same degree, the same size, and the same power.

I have a rough idea in my mind, this magician is very strong, maybe even much stronger than Yura.

Normally, at an absolute advantage, a warrior should be afraid of magicians, but because of a certain period of shadow in my past, I have lost the fear I should have for most magicians.