Imatsuzong gradually woke up and opened his eyes again. He still had the familiar smell and the moss-like walls.

I'm back in that dream again.

There is only one day before the last entry. Sure enough, I will dream every day from now on.

The premise is that Imatsu-jong can survive.

He looked at the gate of the dungeon, which was covered with cracks and was almost shaking.

In the dark, his intuition told him that the wooden door could no longer be persisted, leaving him with the opportunity...

Only one left.

Imatsu-zon took a deep breath and felt surprisingly calm.

The more crisis, the calmer he is. This is his advantage.

Bang!

Imatsu-zon reached out to grab the armor. The next moment, he began to take off his armor and gave up his defense.

Without armor, he will face the enemy's attacks, which will be even more dangerous.

Soon, Imatsuzo took off all his armor and left only the linen clothes inside. In the humid dungeon, it was night again, and the chill made him shudder.

"Hopefully it can do it..."

Yi Masamune found the iron chains from last time and arranged them again.

This dream is indeed a bit like a game. If he dies, everything will be reset next time he comes in, such as the monster's status, the monster's position, and the wooden door that was once opened, etc.

However, some of Imatsu-zong's actions would also have a residual impact. The iron chain and skull he found last time were placed in the position of death, which was very eye-catching and found at a glance.

After finishing the arrangement, Yi Masatozo began to wait patiently, calming down.

It is related to his life and death and cannot be neglected.

As time passes, the dungeon in silence becomes colder and the yin energy is infiltrating.

Yi Masajong was lurking quietly like a cheetah in the shadows, motionless.

Bang!

Suddenly, the entire wooden door shook wildly, and waves of wood chips flew, and through the cracks of the door, you could see the corrupt body!

The monster is here!

Yi Masamune cheered up and stared at the front.

Without a moment,

The entire wooden door was unbearable and exploded with a bang.

A skeleton guard with ferocious faces mixed with wood chips, saw Yi Masatozo who was "curled up" in the dungeon, and he was even more fierce. He took steps without thinking and rushed over!

Bang!

The skeleton guard was tripped by the iron chain under his feet, and his body was instantly unbalanced.

at the same time,

Yi Zhengzong was like a cheetah coming out of the cage. He jumped suddenly, his scalp pressed against the opponent's long sword, and barely passed by, approaching the opponent's face!

The skeleton guards were speechless, but they could feel that they were a little panicked.

The guard wanted to withdraw the sword, but his unbalanced body did not allow it. Moreover, Yi Masatozo was simply an old Yinbi. He even put his armor behind the iron chain (which he took off himself) and vowed to kill this guy.

There is no way to turn things around.

The skeleton guards fell forward with helpless eyes.

puff!

Yi Masatozong swung his long sword and cut off its neck in one fell swoop, making it straightforward.

In an instant, a light red light appeared on the skeleton guard's body, and a light red light penetrated into Yi Masazong's body.

Yi Zhengzong was frightened. Before he could check his body, a gust of wind broke out and instantly, his shoulders were painful.

Turning around, an eagle feather arrow was piercing hard on his shoulder.

And enemies!

On the corridor outside the dungeon, there was a skeleton guard holding a long bow of the horned eagle, pulling the bow and rolling the strings. The sharp arrow with feathers looked cold under the lights.

Yi Masajong came to his senses and did not dare to pause at all.

"Fight!"

Yi Masatozong had already planned it. He now ignored the severe pain on his shoulders and raised the guard's body, mainly with his uninjured right hand, and his left hand was carrying the cross sword, and rushed away.

"Wow, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,"

Yi Masatozo roared and rushed forward all the way, secretly coining the momentum of "Swordsman".

The skeleton corpse held high also blocked his vital points, preventing the other party from killing him with one blow.

Swish!

The sound of the wind breaking back, and Yi Masatozong felt a pain in his calf and was shot again!

Even so, it could not stop him.

Yi Masajong was lightly equipped with no armor on his body and ran very fast. In the blink of an eye, Yi Masajong had approached the skeleton guards, and even, he felt that he was running faster than he thought......it seemed to be a little faster?

Before I could think about it, seeing the skeleton guard in front of me and was about to pull the bow and skeleton again, Yi Masatozon decisively threw the corpse away. Bang! The corpse turned into a parabola and hit the guard hard, making the opponent tilted.

"Hey, is my strength that big?"

Yi Masatozo felt even more weird, but he didn't have to think about it now. He moved faster and drew his sword first.

Swish!

A silver light exploded,

The skeleton guard in front of him froze, and the next second, a thin line slowly emerged from its neck.

Bang!

The thin skull hit the ground heavily, splashing beautiful water.

At the same time, a red light emerged from the body and crashed into Yi Masajong's body.

"call!"

Yi Masatozo breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but sit down.

Finally passed.

The bet was right, too.

Generally speaking, when a normal person enters a dream, he faces the crisis in front of him and will never take off his armor. This is a human inertial thinking, and he thinks that armor can protect himself.

But think about it the other way around.

Isn’t inertial thinking a kind of constraint that limits people’s thinking?

If you wear armor, it will drag down your speed.

Such a long floor corridor is enough for the shooter to shoot out three or four more eagle feather arrows.

The armor could not protect the face. As long as one hit the face, Yi Masatozo would die suddenly on the spot.

Armor is a kind of body protection and a kind of "mind bondage".

He kept tying his mind, making him huddle in his armor, and did not dare to give it a try.

So it seems-

Armor and swordsmanship are also another kind of "dungeon"?

Those who are good at riding fall on horses, while those who are good at water drown on water.

That's exactly the truth.

Fortunately, Tenkura Matsuze woke him up in the afternoon, so that Imatsu-song would not be limited to this.

He gave up his armor, and was not limited to swordsmanship, used the environment, and also skeleton corpses... Just like the little fist of Tenkura Matsuze hit him, he understood the despicableness and learned despicableness.

"By the way, there is that red light..."

Imatsuzong recalled that when he was killing the guard, a red light appeared and penetrated into his body.

That kind of red light is somewhat similar to the situation where he is holding the skull in the dungeon.

The only difference is that there is no memory on the red light of the latter...

Also, my body doesn't seem to hurt anymore...

Thinking of this, Yi Masatozong seemed to understand and hurriedly looked at his shoulders, but found that there was no blood on it.

The eagle feather arrow was inserted on it, but the wound was scarred. In just over a dozen seconds, how could it be scarred?

It should be the credit of Hongmang.
To be continued...