My daughter is amazing

Chapter 23

The monster slowly walked out of the darkness, and with the help of the faint light outside, Luo Er finally saw its whole picture clearly.

The body is like a pile of sticky mashed potatoes piled up in the shape of a hill. The surface is covered with a layer of dark sticky substance, as if poured with a layer of black pepper sauce. There are more than a dozen waving tentacles on the body, like It is the squid whiskers that adorn the top.

It was a new version of the ship he had never seen before, and it was more delicious than the ones he had seen back home... oh no, it was terrible.

As the monster moved forward, it waved its tentacles, wreaking havoc on the buildings and trees along the way. Those tentacles were extremely powerful and extremely sharp. Just by sweeping them randomly, they cut the church hall into several sections like cutting tofu.

"Don't look directly at it, don't listen to its ravings, stabilize your mind!"

The doctor said in a low voice, muttering again for a while, waved a short stick in his hand, knocked on Luo Er's forehead, and blessed him with a translucent barrier.

Then he knocked on his forehead again, filling himself with a barrier.

"We are like ants in its eyes, and they may not notice us. First, step back slowly, keep a distance, and be careful not to attract its attention."

The doctor went on.

Luo Er nodded, and it could be seen that the doctor was quite experienced, which was consistent with his own experience.

The two moved back and forth lightly, avoiding the path of the monster.

The monster seemed to be looking for something, its huge body like a hill was twisting left and right all the time, but it didn't find anything, so it let out low growls again and again, which contained irritability and anger.

The doctor quickly covered his ears with his hands, and bit his lips tightly to prevent himself from making a sound.

His expression was extremely painful, with strands of blood oozing from his eyes, nostrils, and corners of his mouth, and even the gap between his fingers covering his ears was dark red.

He was struggling against the mental pollution, and it was difficult to move his feet.

Luo Er originally wanted to drag him away, but he stretched out an arm first, grabbed the doctor's arm, and dragged him into an alley by the side of the road.

It's Mr. Tank back.

He is not stupid, he carefully did not make any noise, handed a saber he found somewhere to Luo Er, and then asked with his mouth:

'what should I do now? '

Luo Er took out his saber and glanced at it. The quality and workmanship were very average, and it lacked maintenance. It was not too sharp, and even rusted.

But it doesn't matter, as long as the sword is in hand, he has the confidence to fight.

But at this moment, the monster suddenly noticed something, and several tentacles swept towards it like lightning.

With two crisp sounds of '唰唰唰', the houses on both sides of the alley were cut into a pile of broken bricks and tiles in an instant. Luo Er and the other three were no longer exposed to the monster without any cover.

The doctor bit the tip of his tongue hard, forced himself to regain some energy, broke away from the tank's arms, and pushed the two of them hard.

"You guys run!"

Then, he braced his still trembling body, resolutely blocked in front of the monster.

He has been severely polluted mentally, his vision has been blurred, and various hallucinations appear from time to time, and the life he has experienced in front of him is like a revolving lantern.

He is a research-oriented transcendent who has achieved many medical academic achievements, but he is not good at fighting.

But he is also a doctor, whose duty is to protect patients.

In his blurred vision, he vaguely saw a figure rushing towards the terrifying monster.

It should be... just an illusion, right?

But in the next second, he felt a majestic coercion like a mountain erupting nearby.

Roll out the sword.

His right hand held the hilt from the lower part, and held the rusty long sword in his hand.

At this moment, the wind stopped, the monster stopped roaring, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Then, Luo Er's figure instantly disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he had already reached the sky above the monster's head.

He adjusted his posture in the air with a movement that cannot be explained by physics, with his head facing down, holding the sword in both hands, pointing directly at the top of the monster's head.

Then, his figure disappeared again, and appeared at the feet of the monster in an instant, holding the rusted sword in his hand.

A shining sword light cut through the darkness, from top to bottom, across the middle of the huge body of the monster.

In the next second, countless small sword lights flickered on the monster's body, fleeting but continuous, looking like a gorgeous firework blooming on its body.

The movement of the monster stopped...

Then the body of the hill and the arrogant tentacles turned into small pieces, scattered in all directions, and the whole body collapsed in an instant.

This is the "two" of the profound meaning of family swordsmanship

The name is 'Two'

Originally, there were names like 'Qi Ren Dou Cut', 'Qi Ren Zong Zhan' and 'Deng Long Jian', but I felt too ashamed and changed them.

Luo Er took a look at the fragments of monsters scattered around, and it seemed that he was not completely dead, and was still writhing and struggling on the ground.

"Sure enough, one sword is not enough? Your strength, among the ones I have met, can be ranked fifth."

He whispered to himself, the rusty sword was sheathed again, and his right hand lightly brushed against the hilt.

Dashes of sword light reappeared, cutting precisely on those fragments, breaking them down into strands of strands of hair-thin filaments.

These filaments immediately lost their activity, and were quickly weathered and melted into the air.

Luo Er closed his eyes slightly, and took a deep breath.

Every time he kills a monster, he can get a kind of physical and spiritual relaxation and comfort, and the lingering self-blame and guilt of the year will also be slightly diluted, and even the air he breathes seems to be sweet.

But he quickly frowned again, and muttered in a low voice:

"The weapon is not very handy, and the last sword is not perfect..."

After that, he pulled out the embroidered sword again.In the end, only the hilt of the sword was pulled out...

Sure enough, the sword was broken into pieces in the scabbard.

With no weapons, he began to feel guilty again. He was going to take the doctor and the tank to leave quickly.

Just as Kai took a step, he felt that something seemed to be stepped on under his feet.

He stooped to pick it up and glanced at it.

The shape is very special, a bit like a fishbone, and like an arrow with barbs, it is only half the length of a finger.

Although I don't know it, I have a feeling in my heart that this thing is quite special, and intuitively it is not dangerous, without the evil and stench of monsters.

He didn't have time to think about it, he put this thing in his pocket, ran back to the doctor quickly, and patted Mr. Tank on the shoulder vigorously.

Mr. Tank's eyes were blank, and he was stunned in place. He was patted on the shoulder before he seemed to wake up.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here?"

(End of this chapter)