Thousand Blades of Death

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The moment when the sword bounced back, there was a sense of reverence. He felt that the attack had not yet hit the sword he saw in front of him, so he was kicked off first.

"The right hand itself is illusion. The real arm and sword are invisible!"

In other words, the sword that was blocked was actually an illusion, and the invisible sword struck the flesh.

The expression on Shaqronte's face disappeared completely, and he said in a flat tone:

"Yes. This is just a combination of partially transparent magic and illusion magic. I studied the professions of illusionist and light warrior. Once I understand the principle, it is actually just a trick, right? If you want to laugh, you can laugh? "

How could it be laughed. Indeed, the truth is very simple, and I think I never thought of it before. However, nothing is more terrifying than an invisible sword in a deadly battle that will kill you in one blow. And seeing phantoms is more likely to be confusing.

"Because the ability is divided into two occupations, judged by warriors alone, maybe I am not as good as you, but..."

Shaquironte's hand holding the sword turned around. However, is that really his arm? It may also be that the phantom arm is seen now, the real hand has pulled out the dagger, and is waiting for the opportunity to throw at himself.

Realizing the horror of illusion, Clem sweated coldly.

"Among magical magic chanters, illusionists can only use magic that belongs to illusions. Although some high-level damage magic can perform illusion attacks, causing the illusion of the brain and killing... but I am not so powerful. "

"Sounds like lying. There is no evidence to guarantee that what you said is true."

"That's right." Sandhill was smiling. "Hey, but you don’t have to believe it. Well, let me think about what I wanted to say... yes. In short. Because of this, I can’t apply enhanced magic to myself. I can’t cast spells to make you. Weaken. But...can you see through illusion and reality?"

As soon as the words fell, the body of the sand duront split into several overlapping shapes.

""Multiple afterimages.""

Everyone will think that the middle one is the deity, but no one can guarantee that.

How can you give magic chanters time!

Clem's purpose is to gain time, but it is too dangerous to give magic chanters time to use supplementary magic.

Clem shouted loudly, using power-ups and awareness-enhancing combat skills, and rushed towards Sandhill to shorten the distance.

""Sparkle"."

"Uh!"

Clem's vision was suddenly missing. However, the magic effect disappeared immediately. It seems that the magical resistance came into effect.

Clem stepped towards the enemy and waved his sword as if to sweep through everything. However, only one of them entered the attack range. If all objects are included in the attack range, they will be forced to engage in ultra melee combat. This makes it impossible to use force when using a sword.

The sword hit one of the sand dunes and cut it sideways. However, the opponent did not spur blood, and the blade passed through the opponent's body without any resistance.

"--guessed wrong."

A burst of cold rose from the internal organs. Suddenly it became hot near the throat. Clem extended his left hand to protect the hot spot.

There was a sharp pain in the hand covering the throat, and blood poured out, bringing an unpleasant touch to wet the clothes. If he felt the murderousness, or failed to take the opportunity to sacrifice a hand, his throat was already severed. He was glad to retrieve a life, clenched the roots of his teeth, swept his sword with pain.

Once again, the sword blade did not encounter resistance, and only opened the air.

It's not good to continue like this.

Clem realized this, and switched his martial arts at the same time, instead using "Avoidance" to retreat. In the field of vision, the two remaining sand dunes raised their swords at the same time. Clem knew that the swords were all phantoms, and focused all his nerves on his ears.

The chain mail shirt he was wearing and the heart beating from his body became noise. All that should be heard now is the voice of the man in front of him.

-No-no-this is it!

That was not the sound from raising the cleaved sword. There was a slight wind-cutting sound in the empty space in front of him, coming towards Clem's face, and it was in the middle.

Clem turned around hurriedly-with the heat from his cheeks, there was pain that the skin was torn apart. The hot liquid flows from the cheeks and down the neck.

"Half!"

Clem spit out the blood flowing into his mouth, betting everything on this blow.

Just now my left hand was used as a meat shield, and at this time I could feel nothing but pain under the wrist of my left arm. He didn't know if he could move his fingers. Maybe even the nerves were cut off. But Clem still let the left hand hold the hilt, at least to add strength.

An explosive pain came and he clenched his teeth. However, the left hand can still move and hold the hilt. He felt that the entire left hand seemed to be severely swollen, which should be just an illusion caused by severe pain.

He clasped the hilt with both hands to maximize the strength, lifted the sword to the upper section, and slashed vigorously.

Blood-sprayed out. With the touch of cutting hard objects, blood spouted like a fountain. This time it seemed to hit the body.

The attack seemed to hit the point, and Dunelongte fell heavily on the floor. Clem couldn't believe that he could beat the man who competed with the steel-level adventurer, but he did lie on the ground, which is an indisputable fact. Suppressing the joy that rushed to his heart, Clem glanced at his sacred door.

He seemed to have no intention of running away.

Perhaps the spirit was slightly relaxed, and the pain from his cheeks and left arm to the whole body even made him sick.

"Not a big victory..."

If he could even be arrested together, he would have nothing to say, but it was too difficult for Clem. Even so, the man who can capture the six arms and try to guard the escape must have been able to obtain quite sufficient intelligence.

Clem wanted to arrest the other party, and took a step, suddenly suspicious of the expression of Suo Ke Daor. He looks too relaxed.

Why can he be so relaxed?

At this time, a hot touch penetrated the abdomen.

Suddenly the body loses strength like a broken line. His vision became completely dark for a moment, and when he recovered, he was already on the floor. He couldn't understand what happened. When the burnt red iron stick was inserted into the abdomen and the pain spread out, he gasped heavily. A pair of feet stepped into the field of vision where he could only see the floor.

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