Xu Fei's brain was running rapidly, thinking about various possibilities.

The power of the Curse Swordsman has decreased, which means that he will not be as disadvantaged as before when facing him head-on.

But, do you have to fight the monster here for a lifetime and death?

If you cheat your position, run to the exit and leave this secret room...

No.

no.

Now there is a chance to win, why run away?

Exposing your back to your enemies is the stupidest behavior.

What's more, after being infected with the Curse Blood, the body's recovery ability will be greatly improved. Xu Fei remembered that when he was infected with the Curse Blood, the wound in the palm of his left hand was basically healed after just one night.

The curse swordsman in front of him was much stronger than Xu Fei at that time. Maybe it would take a long time before this guy's left knee would heal. At that time, he would not only catch up, but also turn the black matter on his left knee back to his right arm to restore all his strength.

Therefore, it is best to fight quickly and kill him while he is sick!

Hesitate, you will lose.

Xu Fei made up his mind, no longer hesitated, and took the initiative to launch an attack.

With the practical experience accumulated in Beichen Sword Hall, he changed his past habit of using armorless swordsmanship and did not go straight to the key points. Instead, he tried cautiously and patiently, taking both offense and defense into consideration, and did not give his opponent the opportunity to use armor to exchange for life.

In a blink of an eye, the two long swords had fought several times, and Xu Fei's attack was blocked by the Cursed Swordsman, but he was not discouraged. On the one hand, he had turned the situation around and took the initiative. On the other hand, after several temptations, he discovered the weakness of the Cursed Swordsman.

The swordsman's swordsman's swordsman is very solid. The reason why he says it is solid is because he does not have superb skills. If Xu Fei's swordsman before was a work of art, then his swordsman is a simple and crude tool. He is not very good at it, but he can also achieve good results with skillful use.

With sword skills alone, it is difficult for Xu Fei to open a breakthrough in a short period of time.

However, modern kendo has undergone thousands of years of inheritance and improvement. In addition to the swordsmanship itself, the supporting footwork and body techniques are also constantly being refined and optimized.

In contrast, perhaps because of the loss of reason, or perhaps because he had not received this training during his lifetime, the footwork and body movements of cursing swordsmen can only be described as clumsy.

After discovering this weakness, Xu Fei changed his playing style again and deliberately narrowed the distance, but did not fight against him or fight against him. Instead, he used his flexible advantages to constantly launch real and real attacks from all angles, forcing him to constantly change his position.

If the cursed swordsman was still rational, he would be able to feel the depression of Xu Fei and Volcano when he was practicing yesterday. He could use up to seven points of strength, and he could only be led by the nose and completely fell into a passive state.

When confronting head-on, simple moves may not be inferior to exquisite sword skills, but when fighting at close range, the gap in skills will inevitably create flaws.

Xu Fei ignored those flaws that were not enough to be fatal to one blow. While maintaining the offensive rhythm, he waited patiently, and finally found an opportunity after more than a dozen moves.

In order to block Xu Fei's sword edge from the oblique angle under the ribs, the cursed swordsman had to retreat and make way out, and at the same time, he turned his right arm and swung his sword down the ribs to intercept the attack.

Just as he retreated, Xu Fei stood on tiptoe slightly, exerted force on his toes, and drilled forward. At the same time, he curled his left arm and pushed his elbow towards the right arm of the Cursed Swordsman. His right wrist flipped, turning his pick into a piercing, piercing the cursed Swordsman's breastplate from bottom to top at a faster speed, piercing through the heart, and then snatched it hard.

"Puchi"

The cursed swordsman's scarlet eyes quickly became dim and his torso was stiff, but the long sword that blended into his right arm was still moving at high speed under the action of inertia.

Fortunately, Xu Fei pressed the cursed swordsman's right arm with his left arm and elbow in advance, and this sword failed to divide him into two.

The sword blade cuts the muscles of Xu Fei's left arm and cuts it on the humerus, but fails to go further.

pain!

The pain of heart-wrenching bones!

The humerus on the left arm must have been broken, but this is not the biggest trouble.

After killing the Cursed Swordsman, a rich blood color penetrated into Xu Fei's body along the sword body. Subtitles appeared in front of him, forming a status bar, and the content continued to change.

【Hyperplasma: mild

Blood temperature: 49.2℃ (51.2℃)

Status: Minor injury]

...

【Hyperplasma: mild

Blood temperature: 51.2℃ (53.4℃)

Status: Minor injury]

...

【Hyperplasma: mild

Blood temperature: 53.4℃ (54.5℃)

Status: Minor injury]

...

After several changes, the subtitles finally freeze.

【Hyperplasma: mild

Blood temperature: 55℃ (55℃)

Status: Minor injury, blood thirst]

When he saw the word "blood thirst", Xu Fei realized that something was wrong and immediately stretched his right hand that could still move towards his pants pocket, took out the silver blood, and bit the cork.

The next moment, the unbearable hunger and thirst suddenly exploded into my mind like a bomb.

thirsty!

I can't stand the thirst.

I was so thirsty that I wanted to tear open the bodies of all the moving living creatures and drain every drop of blood.

Then, silver blood poured into the mouth, and the crazy flames that burned rationally disappeared.

Xu Fei shook his head vigorously and took another sip.

After drinking more than half of the bottle of silver blood, my mind finally calmed down and the biting pain appeared again.

He gritted his teeth and pulled out the blade that was deeply embedded in his left arm.

"hiss--"

The blue veins on the forehead swelled, blood gushed in the left arm, and cold sweat flowed from the back.

The status bar begins to change again.

【Hyperplasma: mild

Blood temperature: 54.9℃ (54.9℃)

Status: Minor injury]

...

【Hyperplasma: mild

Blood temperature: 54.8℃ (54.8℃)

Status: Minor injury]

...

What's going on?

Xu Fei was shocked. The blood temperature was related to his strength. He broke through life and death and killed the cursed swordsman in a terrifying and dangerous manner, which increased the maximum blood temperature to 55℃. This was the harvest he had fought back with his life!

Seeing the value falling little by little, Xu Fei was extremely anxious, but he didn't have time to think about the reasons.

The wound on the left arm must be treated immediately, otherwise he will be shocked due to blood loss.

Xu Fei took off his shirt and cut it into strips with his sword to bandage the wound. In this situation, he didn't care about bacteria and wound infections, so he had to stop the blood first.

Perhaps because his body was strengthened again and his recovery ability was further improved. After the wound was bandaged, he no longer bleeding, and the value in the status bar no longer dropped, fixed at 54.8℃.

Xu Fei frowned slightly, and soon thought of the reason for the decrease in blood temperature: blood loss.

He couldn't help feeling glad that he bandaged the wound first, otherwise the maximum blood temperature would drop even more.

At this time, the cursed swordsman's tall body leaned back, and the black waxy substance on his body fell off on a large area and quickly dried up.

Without the cover of black wax, Xu Fei discovered that the monster had no right hand. There was a strip of cloth dyed in black and red at the end of his right arm, one end was tied with a broken arm and the other end was tied with the hilt of the sword.

The cloth strips triggered many associations, creating a picture in Xu Fei's mind:

The soldiers who were still humans lost their right hand in the battle. In order to continue fighting, he tied the hilt of the sword and his right arm together with a cloth strip, then held the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and used the long sword as a two-handed sword until he lost his mind and turned into a black blooded man.

"Go away."

Xu Fei stared at the swordsman's gradually disintegrating body and murmured in a low voice.
Chapter completed!