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The monster was killed.

Wu Xiaode dragged it by its legs and threw it directly into the mist outside the pavilion.

The black cat watched this scene silently and drew another mark on the ground.

When killing the banshee, it made a mark.

This is the second way.

"Are you counting?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Yes, there are three guys with bad intentions who want to kill the man behind you and seize his immortal soul." Black Cat said.

The fog outside the pavilion dispersed again.

A man holding a short knife slowly walked over.

He wore a black mask and stared at Wu Xiaode, as if he would draw his sword at any time.

"He's a swordsman."

Wu Xiaode sighed and placed his hand on the Butterfly Soul Saber.

"I'm very curious as to why you want to protect these gods from the past era. You shouldn't be from this world."

The black-faced swordsman said.

"There's no need to ask about my origins. In short, I can't let you kill him." Wu Xiaode said.

"If you don't stop me, I will give you a generous reward." The masked swordsman said.

"Leave, otherwise I will take action." Wu Xiaode said.

The masked swordsman was silent, then suddenly laughed:

"Boy, do you think your sword skills will be better than mine?"

"It has nothing to do with sword skills, I just really know how to kill you." Wu Xiaode said lightly.

——If your sword skills are not good, how can you kill people?

This is somewhat ridiculous.

But the masked swordsman understood.

If the difference in strength between the two sides is not too great, there is a way to kill people without relying on sword skills.

Don't defend, only attack.

That is to say, die together.

This competition is not about sword skills, but about who is more ruthless.

"How can a person who uses a knife be afraid of such a threat? It seems that we still have to fight."

The masked swordsman said.

Wu Xiaode stopped talking.

He held down the knife, his murderous intent frozen in his body, and walked slowly towards the opponent.

The masked swordsman also fell into silence, positioned his sword on the spot, and waited quietly for the opponent.

The distance between the two keeps shrinking.

Close!

Wu Xiaode still didn't draw his sword, he just hit the opponent.

The masked swordsman's pupils shrank suddenly.

This guy is serious!

Generally speaking, the person who strikes first will seize the advantage, and can even make the opponent too tired to cope with the continuous slashes, making it impossible to launch a counterattack.

But it's different if you work hard.

The one who strikes first will be seen through.

Because no matter how the sword changes, the moment the sword's power is exhausted, it will eventually cut into the person's body.

It's like no matter how delicious the fruit is, someone will eventually taste it.

If the opponent is determined to die, he will wait quietly for the sword, analyze its impact point, and then——

He rushed forward without any resistance.

While this knife pierces your own body, use your hand knife to pierce the opponent's body.

Even more experienced warriors will slightly adjust their body to meet the opponent's knife, so that the place where the knife penetrates is not a vital point.

At the same time, the place where he hits the enemy must be a vital point.

time.

Only at the click of a finger.

The masked swordsman had the ability to make a decision with just a snap of his fingers.

Either die together or take back this knife.

His hands were steady, his moves were flawless, and his eyes were fixed on Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode also stared at him.

It’s just a snap of the fingers.

The masked swordsman flashed and retreated into the mist outside the pavilion.

He shook his head, put the knife back into its sheath, and said calmly:

"In this world, there is no magic to heal serious injuries."

At the last moment, he gave up and died together!

Yes.

It is completely uneconomical to commit one's life to this kind of world for the sake of a soul.

Wu Xiaode stood still.

"The night is beautiful tonight. If you go to admire the moon, I won't stay."

As he spoke, he sheathed the butterfly sword.

This is a scene talk.

If the other party has already retreated, you need to give the other party a few words to get off the stage.

In the world of martial arts, no matter how high your skills are, you will still lose face.

This is etiquette.

After hearing this, the masked swordsman raised his head and glanced at the sky.

The sky was obscured by fog and nothing could be seen.

"Yes, the night is beautiful. I hope we can talk about the art of swords in the future instead of killing you to death."

He agreed, turned around and walked deeper into the mist.

Wu Xiaode waited until he was out of sight before slowly relaxing.

Black Cat said:

"Very good, your mission for today is completed."

"You have three options."

It pressed lightly on the blood on the ground.

The blood immediately flew into the air and turned into lines of small words:

"Option 1: You can return to your world and stay for ten minutes;"

"Option 2: You are a mortal, not the world, so it is relatively simple to improve your strength. You can upgrade it by one level;"

"Option 3: Obtain higher permissions in the unreal world."

Wu Xiaode was stunned and couldn't help but ask:

"I only have a few fights and can I improve my strength by one level?"

"Of course," Black Cat looked at him like a country bumpkin, "You have to know that the one who should stand out here is the will of the world, not you, a mere mortal."

"It is not easy to improve a mortal's strength in the illusory world."

"Of course, even if you improve, most of your strength cannot be used in the virtual world. Only the part related to the body and cold weapons can be used."

Wu Xiaode nodded silently.

in this case--
To be continued...