The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Kirk's steps faltered and slowly, every step he moved, he had to endure great pain.

However, his firm belief and stubborn character firmly supported him not to fall.

Shaking and moving a distance of five meters, it seemed to have walked thousands of miles.

His body is not strong, he is not tall, even if he is thrown on the street, it will not attract anyone's attention.

However, at this moment, he is an out-and-out, true warrior!

Enduring the sharp pain in his chest, he took a deep breath, exhausted all his strength, and yelled: "Come on, you son of a bitch, I'm not dead, I'm standing here. Keke, stand here!"

In an instant, the sound reverberated in the entire hall, like a boulder thrown into the center of the lake, causing numerous broken waves.

Everyone, including the boss, stopped, turned their heads, and looked at him.

The dying Kirk was like a badly injured hungry wolf, struggling to lift the knight sword in his left hand, and let out another roar: "Come on, you cowardly bastard, let me feel your weak arm again, and With those poor thin legs like sticks, let me pierce you with a sharp sword in my hand and throw it into the fire to make a whole beef roast, haha, ahem, hahahaha!"

Roar!

The tauren boss understood his taunt and let out an angry roar.

A pair of huge flesh fists hit the ground fiercely, and a violent tremor centered on it, spreading rapidly around.

The three Quincys who were closer together became unstable in an instant, and fell to the ground one by one, showing horrified expressions.

Kirk and I were far apart, but due to serious injuries, we couldn't resist the tremor.

I was okay, and I leaned on the wall to support it, but Kirk tilted his body and fell to the ground.

The already precarious body was severely injured again. He wailed in pain, and turned over abruptly, supporting his body with his knees. He knelt up and stood firm, holding the knight sword in his left hand. Still firmly holding his left hand, as if blending with him.

Raising the knight's sword high, his face became more hideous, his eyes widened, and he stared at the tauren boss who was rushing quickly, and let out the last roar of his life: "Brother, I am here!"

boom!

With a loud noise, the tauren boss's merciless iron fist smashed Kirk into meat sauce.

At the same time, it was the best time for me to shoot!

The entire right arm was wrapped in a light golden light, exuding a sharp and deadly breath, and he held it high.

The tauren boss smelled a hint of crisis in an instant, and a pair of bloodthirsty bull eyes stared at a distance of five meters, like an ant.

There was a touch of fear in the crazy eyes.

It is scared.

"Come on, let you feel the anger from the ants!"

I roared, and the pale golden light in my hand gathered on the blade of the weapon, and cut it down hard!

An illusory golden light rose up, like a huge thunder sword, smashed down at the body of the tauren boss.

The tauren boss let out a low roar and raised his arms, trying to use a strong body to resist this seemingly illusory lightsaber.

However, a strong light flashed across, and the whole hall fell silent.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

The wall of the hall suddenly made a slight noise, and then, there was a crackling noise on the wall.

Where Jin Mang went, the whole hall was divided into two sections!

Looking at the tauren boss again, it stood stiffly five meters away from me, staring at me, motionless, like an exquisite stone sculpture.

After about five seconds, a tear of sour teeth sounded.

The huge body of the tauren boss drew a very thin line of blood from the shoulder to the crotch, and then, with a snap, it fell into two pieces.

The huge bull's head was on the most intact body, panting violently, and wailing in pain.

The pale red eyes are no longer bloodthirsty and madness, instead they are desperate and unwilling.

It could not believe that such a powerful self was defeated by an ant!

I think if it can have memories of past lives, perhaps, it will be able to think through all of this clearly.

I leaned against the wall, slowly slid down, and sat on the ground, breathing heavily.

This trick has a chance to appear only when I am dying, and once used, my body basically declares an overdraft.

"it is finally over."

I raised my head and muttered to myself.

Huh!

With a crisp sound, a flower of blood spattered on my right chest.

Uh!

I vomited a mouthful of blood, endured the sharp pain, and looked up in surprise.

Not far away, Yifang blew down the muzzle of the flintlock rifle, the expression on her face was very natural, she was absolutely deliberate.

Beside her, Jaslin was holding a staff, facing me, her expression full of guard.

And Quincy, smiling, pacing slowly, came to me, the knight sword in his hand, drawn a white line on the floor.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. An Xiaoyi, the final victory belongs only to me and my team."

Quincy behaved politely, raised his hands slightly, paid tribute to me, and said, "As for you and your team, I will send you to settle in heaven for free later."

"I only thought you were adventurers greedy for money, but I didn't expect you to be corpse thieves."

My face was sinking, and my tone was cold.

"Don't say it so badly, Mr. An Xiaoyi" Quincy said with a disgusting smile, "I would rather others call us smart."

"Well, I'll stop here." Quincy squinted with the knight sword, and said, "As a reward for helping us eliminate the boss, I can satisfy your little last wish."

"I'll give you ten seconds to consider time, how about it, am I very kind, hahahaha."

Quincy's laughter was terrible, like a crow called mourning.

"I only have one last wish, and I have it now, no need to think about it."

My voice became weak, like a dying patient.

"What last wish?" Quincy looked at me with interest, with an expression that looked like an audience watching a clown show.

"On my left arm, I have carved the head of my lover. I usually wrap it in gauze. I don't show it easily. Now I am going to die. I hope I can kiss it before I die."

The look on my face is melancholy and sad, and there are pleading gazes in my eyes.

"So the love that touched me" Quincy pretended to be moved, and made a tear-off gesture: "Your sincerity touched me. I promise you this last wish."

As he said, he raised the knight's sword, using the tip of the sword, very skillfully to break the layers of gauze wrapped around my left arm.

The broken gauze slipped to the sides, exposing the left arm covered with black stripes.

"What about the avatar?"

Quincy looked suspiciously at my left arm, which was covered with patterns and patterns he had never seen before.

"Do you know how the villain died?"

I opened my mouth and showed a weird smile.

"What are you talking about?" Quincy faintly felt that something was wrong, he held the knight sword in horror, pointed it at me, and asked in a flustered manner.

"The villain died of many things."

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