The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

A more funny scene appeared.

The puppet held the sword in his right hand and kept cutting towards me. However, the short sword was too short to reach it, so it kept spinning around in a hurry.

I pressed hard, holding the hilt tightly with both hands, for fear of losing a sword without grasping it, and following the direction of its rotation, two legs kept taking a series of small steps.

One person and one monster spins on the spot, the movements are unbelievably coordinated, as if the skating rink with a partner for many years is performing a 7,200 Baidu giant slalom.

After only a dozen or so turns, I couldn't bear it anymore. I felt that the food I had eaten before was accumulating in my throat and eyes, and was desperately pouring out with the continuous centrifugal force.

I can only hold my tongue desperately and prevent these things from coming out, otherwise there will be a horrible scene of vomit scattered like fireworks.

Although I have tried my best to restrain it, the power of my tongue is limited.

Now I have no time to look in the mirror. If allowed, I think my face must be blue.

Feeling that the things in my throat were about to be overwhelmed, my feet suddenly lifted up and stepped on the puppet’s legs, holding the hilt with both hands, with a sudden force...

Boom!

With a crisp sound, I flew out like a hammer thrown with a swish.

After rolling out more than ten meters away, the momentum finally disappeared.

He climbed up from the ground covered with soil, feeling like his whole body fell apart, no one hurts, and because he had just turned for too long, his feet were light and his standing was unstable.

At this moment, it was like a drunken boxer practicing, staggering and staggering.

However, the puppet didn't have any weakness in this regard. After stopping his figure, he rushed towards me with a short sword in his hand.

Standing less than one meter away from me, with a black helmet like eyes, looking at me who was staggering, then slowly raised the dagger, preparing to give a fatal blow to the dizzy me.

The arm drooped, and the dagger slashed towards my neck at a very fast speed.

At this critical moment, I could no longer resist the protest of the vomit in my throat, turned around, bent my waist, opened my mouth, and vomited all over the floor.

It was just that this turn around, coincidentally, avoided the sharp edge of the short sword.

The momentary vomiting made me feel refreshed, wiped my mouth, and stared at the puppet who had missed the sneak attack with a cold eye, and the painting style became rigid in an instant: "Only you, think Sneak at me, laugh... oh slot!"

I clutched my buttocks, as if burned by fire, I jumped forward suddenly, stretched out my hand and took a look, a touch of blood stuck to it.

Unexpectedly, this guy stabbed me in the ass!

Fortunately, it's not a chrysanthemum, otherwise the old man will lose his integrity!

Damn monster, dare to attack me!

Because of the pain and discomfort in my butt, I temporarily lost my combat power. I was clutching my buttocks in the hall, and the puppets were chasing them all over the hall. This scene seemed to be like a friend who loves chrysanthemums, chasing little fresh meat madly.

Panting and jumping for a long time, I don't know if it is because of bleeding that I lost consciousness, or because of jumping for a long time, buttocks are numb, anyway, the wound on the buttocks is not painful.

Turning around, staring at the menacing puppet, his eyes filled with raging anger.

I have to say that anger is a good catalyst.

Under my anger, I attacked fiercely. The puppets only had the ability to parry, but there was no room for maneuver.

Once I had the upper hand again, I launched a wandering tactic.

Specially picking its joints to chop, one sword can't cut and then another sword, let him be as hard as steel, and I can't hold my endless grinding.

After all my efforts, I finally heard the exciting sound of metal fracture. The joint of its left arm was hardly scratched by me. Under the action of its heavy body twisting and beating, the fracture continued to expand, and the entire forearm was In this way, most of the ziquaga was split, like an iron chimney blown off by the wind, hung on its elbow, swinging back and forth with the body.

There are doors!

I was overjoyed in my heart and accelerated my pace even more. This time the attack position was replaced by its right arm holding the sword.

There was another violent jingle, and its right arm joint finally showed signs of loosening, and the trajectory of the cut would sometimes deviate. Sometimes when I hide to the side, the direction of the sword might follow. It shifted with the deviation of the loose arm, and slashed against my chest without crooked or obliquely, and made a shallow scar on the flat chest.

These occasional deviations from time to time make me miserable, and the most effective way is to remove its right arm as soon as possible.

Enduring the torture of scratching one or two shallow wounds from time to time, the knight sword in his hand once again chopped off the nail on the joint of the puppet's right arm.

The sky is worth it. When my chopping feet were soft and my hands were numb, I also chopped off the last iron nail on the puppet's right arm. As the heavy body swayed, the empty right forearm creaked. Slipped down.

So far, the pair of arms of the puppet have been abolished by me.

Next is its legs.

I used the same method to remove the joints of his thick legs.

In the end, the puppet lost its limbs and turned into a stick.

I was so tired that I sat down on the ground, panting and wiping my sweat, and said, "Huh, I'm really tired of my baby. If I didn't cut your weakness, I really don't know what the result will be!"

Knocked the puppet's breastplate, which was motionless with the sword, and sighed: "It's pig iron, it's no wonder it's so hard."

Then he said to himself: "I don't know what it will drop if it is eliminated in a while. If nothing falls, it would be a bit of a loss..."

Suddenly, my eyes caught the stump of a puppet on the ground, and an idea came to my mind.

He stood up quickly, collected the stumps of the puppets from a place, picked up the right forearm holding the sword, stretched out his right hand to measure it, and can reach in.

I held my breath and reached in inch by inch, and my vigilance was also raised to the highest level. In case of any suspicious situation, I would pull out my hand as soon as possible and throw away this thing.

However, the facts seem to be different from what I thought. The stump of the puppet that was chopped off was empty inside, without any hidden weapons.

After the five fingers were brought together, I tried to open the palm, and there was no obstruction except for the creaking noise between the knuckles.

I tried to clenched my fist again, and it was no problem.

I was overjoyed, and without hesitation, I put on the forelimb of my left hand. In this way, both hands are protected. Even if I lose my weapon for a while, I will have the confidence to take it empty-handed.

Think about it, after being in the dungeon for so long, I didn't even have a decent set of armor except for the worn leather jacket, leather trousers and leather boots.

A sense of sadness came to my heart.

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