Demon Hunter and His Hut

Bang!

Another unskilled slap in the face.

Di Rio was suppressed by Roger again, his fast-moving body was pushed out horizontally, and slammed into the wall behind him with a bang.

Roger frowned.

This guy is actually very difficult to deal with, moving very fast, even if he is stronger than him, it is difficult not to be hurt by him in the face of this level of attack frequency.

Roger didn't think Di Rio was alarmist. The red light at the tip of his glove exuded a strange aura. Although he hadn't been touched, Roger could sense the horror.

In the collisions again and again, the cursed sword collided with the red material on the tip of Dilio's gloves, and even with the sharpness of the cursed sword, it couldn't smash that sharpness.

Its sturdiness is evident.

More importantly, in the collision, the black mist on the sword was missing to varying degrees. Obviously, these things have been absorbed by Dilio's gloves.

Although he looks gentle on the surface, Di Rio, who is attacking, is like a mad dog. He seems to have inexhaustible physical strength, and he goes all out for every attack.

Roger looked to have the upper hand, but the guy was moving so fast that it was hard for Roger to find a chance to hit him hard.

It takes a certain amount of time for Igni and Alder to activate the several seals he has now.

Quinn is used for defense. As for the Axi he has just mastered recently, Roger has never found a good opportunity to use it.

The other thing that made him feel weird was the surrounding room.

The wall that had just been knocked down by Di Rio soon returned to normal.

He always felt that the space he was in was like a living creature, with the ability to repair itself.

I have no ill will towards you.

Roger said softly while looking for Di Rio's trace.

He must keep the Kunen seal in a released state at all times, and in addition, the spirit also needs to be highly concentrated.

I do not belong to the Knights of the Round Table,

Also not interested in what you are doing here, I just came here to learn about the history of this manor.

There is also that mask. Although he may not be what I need, if you want, I may try to exchange it with you for other things.

Roger seemed sincere.

What can be exchanged is Di Rio's attack again and again.

Real combat is not as simple as in the game, there is so-called level suppression.

Strength, speed, skill, environment.

There are too many factors that can affect the outcome of a battle, and Roger has long understood this.

Although there is a gap in absolute energy between different levels, if you take it lightly, you will die miserably in the end.

Nuclear bombs kill people, bullets kill people.

Toothpicks work too.

Just when Roger was considering whether to lure the enemy deeper and find an opportunity to kill Di Rio in one fell swoop.

A flower flashed before his eyes, and when he regained his senses, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

The ancient room disappeared.

What appeared before Roger's eyes was a forest.

what happened?

With the breeze blowing across his face, he took a deep breath, and could even smell the earth and grass.

Since I can't fight fast, then I'll change my mind.

Roger held the sword in both hands and stood the sword in front of him.

The momentum on his body gradually became heavy, and under the blessing of the heart of the sword, his perception of swordsmanship was updated every moment.

Recently, he has indeed relied too much on Quinn's ability to perceive the environment, and his sensitivity to attacks has decreased accordingly.

Suddenly changing the sword stance, the breath on his body was perfectly fused with the French seal.

The grass and woods blocked Roger's sight, which was indeed more conducive to Di Rio's attack.

Suddenly Roger's body dashed forward, and then his body slashed with a sword.

Bang!

Di Rio's high-speed moving body suddenly appeared, and the next second violent force was pressed head-on, and Roger couldn't care less.

One sword after another.

Power, speed and angles are impeccable.

The continuous sword stance was like a tide, Di Riot wanted to get out, but Roger didn't give him a chance to breathe at all.

This feeling of mastering every sword stimulated Roger's nerves, and a gap in his mind gradually became transparent.

Roger finally realized that although the core of Black Bear Swordsmanship was power, it was not the burst of brute force that he normally felt.

On the contrary, this kind of power refers to potential, breath force moves, and powerful sword nets woven from multiple angles, thus forming an airtight sense of oppression.

And this kind of power is the profound meaning of the bear.

【Qian Jun】

Thousands of powers, thousands of powers.

When the overwhelming pressure broke out at the last moment, the profound meaning was enough to smash everything!

Fast and slow, moving and still.

At this moment, Roger had a new insight.

Seeing that the last sword was about to split Dirio in two, Roger's blade turned and the blade swept across.

Snapped!

He slapped Dilio in the face with a sword.

Give me that mask and we can have a good talk.

But in the next second, Di Rio's entire face shattered like porcelain.

In the flying debris, Roger saw the lower layers of Di Rio's face, densely packed with sharp teeth!

What the hell is this?

The next second, the stacked fangs suddenly opened, and Di Rio's whole head opened like a beast's mouth, biting towards Roger!

Moving under his feet, Roger quickly stepped back, but at this time, Dio started from the head, and his body was gradually elongated.

The dense teeth were rolled up, and Roger couldn't even see the end of each round of teeth.

The endless teeth distorted DiRio's body. When Roger exited more than ten meters away, what he saw was a meat column with a length of more than 5 meters and sharp teeth turned all over his body!

Not only that, the teeth on the meat column were also spinning like gears, strangling Roger frantically.

Leaving aside the power of Di Rio's transformation, the picture alone makes people tremble.

Wacky bugs or aliens?

The light of the Igni seal in his mind was great, and in the face of the gushing flames, for some reason, Di Rio did not continue to attack.

Just when Roger hesitated, he saw that a point at the top of the meat column continued to flip.

The next second, a sunken head without a face emerged from it.

This scene reminded Roger instantly of the statue he saw in the fountain at the entrance of the manor.

It turns out that those statues were carved by himself!

The body continued to flip, and the torso below the head gradually took shape, but just as Roger was about to raise his sword to attack, he saw the towering chest and slender waist under the head.

and under the belly...

Fuck?!

Roger's eyes widened in shock.

This guy Di Rio is actually a woman?

No, no!

Roger was bewildered. He recalled the entire process of Di Rio's transformation. Starting from the head, the whole person seemed to be rolled around from the inside out.

The other side of him?

Some enlightenment arises in my heart.

At this moment, a pleasant voice came, Is there an enemy?

The voice was a little confused, as if it had just woken up from a deep sleep and took over this body again.

Immediately after the owner of the voice stretched out his hand, a layer of the rock on the ground was chipped away, and when it fell on the woman's hand, it had become a delicate mask.

There are no facial features on the mask.

The woman raised her hand and pressed the mask in her hand to the faceless face.