come down.

Then wake up.

Xu Fei returned to the bloody secret room.

He tensed his whole body as soon as he opened his eyes and entered a state of fighting.

Then, he found that he had no armor on his body, and immediately felt a sank in his heart, subconsciously tightened his fingers, and firmly grasped the hilt of the sword.

Fortunately, the sword is still there.

Why can't armor be brought over, and Cardenas long sword can?

Questions flashed through my heart.

Xu Fei didn't have time to think carefully because he saw that the iron door of the secret room had been opened, and a black shadow stood in front of the secret room, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

In the past two days, this black shadow appeared in his mind more than once, almost turning into a psychological shadow.

The cursed swordsman, who was originally as still as a statue, slowly turned around, his scarlet eyes locked on Xu Fei, with no rationality in his eyes, only complete madness, violence and desire to kill.

The moment his eyes collided, he realized that the target of the cursed swordsman was not Silver Blood, but him.

This scene seems familiar.

Xu Fei remembered the nightmare last night.

He took a deep breath, raised his blood temperature to the highest point, and sent friendly greetings to the Cursed Swordsman.

"What are you looking at?"

The cursed swordsman's response was a fierce slash.

The blade covered with black waxy substance is difficult to identify in dark light environments. Fortunately, after writing the farewell letter, Xu Fei turned off the lights and pulled the curtains. His eyes had adapted to the low-light environment, clearly capturing the movements of the cursed swordsman and immediately avoided them sideways.

"Swish"

The long solid wood table covered with mold spots is divided into two parts, with smooth and neat sections.

The skeletons on the table scattered, and the skull bounced slightly on the stone slab on the ground, and were then shattered by a heavily falling combat boot.

Xu Fei's eyelids twitched. If this sword was slashed on his body, his fate would probably not be better than that table.

The cursed swordsman failed to hit the attack and did not continue to pursue. Instead, he stood there, withdrew his sword, and instead held it in both hands, the black waxy substance on his arms surged towards his whole body.

It looks like it's going to use its big move.

what to do?

run?

Xu Fei subconsciously glanced at the iron gate, and at the moment his eyes drifted, the cursed swordsman stepped forward, and his arms burst out with the accumulated power like a spring released after tightening.

When the sword is drawn, the blade is not moving fast. It is as slow as 0.5 times in Xu Fei's perspective. However, after one second, the dark blade disappears in the sight.

Disappeared?

No!

It's too fast, so fast that I can't see clearly!

Danger!

Although the blood temperature has increased to 49.2℃, Xu Fei felt a feeling of coldness all over his body.

This is the feeling of death coming.

Intuition tells Xu Fei that if he chooses to dodge, he will definitely die!

At this critical moment of life and death, it was impossible to think rationally. Xu Fei chose to follow his instinct. He held the sword in his right hand and held the left palm against the sword spine, blocking with all his strength.

"clang!"

A spark suddenly appeared, reflecting the face of the cursed swordsman.

It was a face that could make people have nightmares for several nights when they were mosaiced.

The huge force was pressed down from the sword body and passed along Xu Fei's palm to his arms. He shook his whole body, his arms numb, and there was a tearing pain at the tiger's mouth.

At this moment, he understood the pain of Volcano and Cao Yifei.

At the same time, he realized that the cursed swordsman might not be as terrible as he thought.

If the opponent is Cao Yifei and Volcano, he will definitely attack his lower plate when he is stiff due to blocking heavy slashes, such as kicking his ankles, knees, or even giving him a broken leg, causing him to lose balance.

But the Cursed Swordsman did not do this, but continued to increase his strength and pressed his sword body down.

Why?

Several clues flashed through Xu Fei's mind and there was a guess.

Perhaps, like those prisoners, this guy turned into a monster due to cursed blood, completely lost his mind, and acted entirely on his bloodthirsty instinct. The difference is that he was a regular soldier before and received professional training. Even after losing his mind, he did not forget how to use weapons.

Thinking of this, Xu Fei took a step back.

The cursed swordsman did not set a distance to observe, but followed closely, and continued to mechanically swung his sword to slash towards Xu Fei, further verifying his conjecture.

Xu Fei blocked the sword again. Every time he blocked the sword, he took a step back until his back was pressed against the wall.

Behind him was a thick stone wall, and there was no way out, so Xu Fei was not panicked because this was exactly his plan.

"clang!"

While blocking the sword blade again, Xu Fei placed his center of gravity on his left foot, raised his right foot and thrust hard towards the cursed swordsman's left knee.

With the support of the wall behind him, he doesn't have to worry about losing balance under the reaction force and falling backwards.

Sure enough, the cursed swordsman neither dodges nor dodges.

When I kicked my left knee without knee pads, my entire soles and even my calves were numb, and itchy, like a thousand needles.

What a hard knee.

If it weren't for the back against the wall, Xu Fei would have fallen backwards and then split in half.

Fortunately, his guess was completely correct, and the adventure was successful.

A strange sound came from the cursed swordsman's kneecap. Xu Fei struck while the iron was hot and kicked it with all his strength.

Then, the curse swordsman lost his balance and fell to the left.

That's now!

Xu Fei seized the opportunity, flashed forward, and slashed at the damaged armor with all his strength. He cut a wound outside the right arm of the cursed swordsman holding the sword. Then he took back the sword and stabbed it hard, pierced through the left chest of the cursed swordsman, finally flipped his wrist and tweaked it hard.

Win!

The cursed swordsman fell heavily, and Xu Fei's mouth raised slightly.

The smile suddenly frozen before it fully appeared on his face.

At some point, the black waxy substance on the cursed swordsman's right arm had fallen off on a large scale, and spread along the sword body to Xu Fei, wrapping his arms around him.

Xu Fei was stunned and looked down. The cursed swordsman's scarlet eyes lit up with a bloody light.

Not dead yet?

Is the heart not his key?

From the corner of his eyes, he saw the broken breastplate of the cursed swordsman, and Xu Fei's mind exploded with regret.

The armor on this guy's chest was damaged by external force, leaving only a small and half of the incomplete armor pieces, which barely covered his right chest. Through the hole where the long sword was twisted in his left chest, only rotten lungs could be seen.

His heart is on the right side!

Xu Fei wanted to draw out his long sword to make up for his mistake, but his hands were out of control.

The hands, shrouded in dark matter, seemed to be disconnected from the brain and remained motionless.

Then, something even more terrifying happened. Xu Fei's hands seemed to have an independent consciousness. He ignored the instructions conveyed by his brain and began to grop in his upper body and explored towards his throat.

"Go to death!" Xu Fei pushed hard towards the cursed swordsman's right chest, adding a few cracks to the broken armor.

The cursed swordsman did not move, and the blood-colored light flashed in his eyes.

"Fuck you! Death!" Xu Fei kept kicking his chest until the hands that no longer belonged to him strangled his throat.

pain.

Hypoxia.

Dizzy.

struggle.

asphyxia.

Fall down.

Endless darkness.

"Dong"

Xu Fei fell to the ground, and the black waxy substance gradually fell off his arm, returning to the end of the cursed swordsman's right arm to gather, forming a pitch-black hand.
Chapter completed!