13 The Sword of the Reverse Bending

After slashing the sword, the scarecrow suddenly discovered that the sword edge was facing his lower body, but what could it be? Although I don’t understand why that person did this, this kind of sword is not a light toy for children to play with. It is impossible to cut it back immediately.

The material of the sword body is not heavy. Although the sword body is thick and long, it is only more than twenty kilograms in total. Although this is the case, it is not like a willow branch that can be shaken by Chen Ming as soon as he says. An ordinary desktop computer host is about 5KG. Imagine the feeling of tying two or three hosts together and swinging. Chen Ming's power was only 13 o'clock after receiving the Nightmare Space Enhancement, but it is only the strength level of an adult and stronger man. Although his powerful agility gives him a faster attack speed, it takes about half a second to accelerate from the beginning to swinging of a full-strength sword. From the end of this sword to the next sword swing, it can be said that it is definitely not something that can be accomplished in just one moment.

However, Chen Ming's eyes showed excitement that was inconsistent with the current situation, and a hint of expectation.

Just as the bird-headed scarecrow showed a trace of malicious intention, thinking about how to attack next, and what kind of attack to seize such a huge gap to give the hateful human boy the opposite side a profound lesson, a dazzling red flame burned in front of it. Although it was a flame, it made the scarecrow feel as if it saw the steam sprayed from a pressure cooker. Here it felt that the deepest thing was not temperature, but extremely compressed and powerful pressure, like a ferocious and huge bird of prey trapped in the cage for a long time, as soon as it opened the prison door, it burst out all its strength and madness, flapping its wings, as if it was longing for freedom or perhaps unwillingness and anger towards the shackles. Once it was freed from the constraints, it would release everything of itself with all its strength. With a clear sound, the wind under the wings seemed to sweep everything around, drown everything around... crushed!

Eagle Exceed, launch!

The red flame attached to the sword suddenly erupted horizontally and pushed the sword hard. In just a moment, half of the sword stopped casting and slashed backwards. The bird-headed scarecrow had not even figured out what was going on. The right leg of the big sword was severely cut from the root. The red sword that had not stopped casting continued to slash forward, cutting its left leg half, deeply stuck inside. The black air on the section of the wound was even forced by the erupting red flame. The momentum seemed to be trying to defeat the black demonic energy, and even squeezed into its wound to chase, fierce and wild.

The Eagle Exceed burst out the stored power and pushes the weapon to have stronger attack power and faster speed. According to Chen Ming's actual measurement, the force of this propulsion is about 50% of his own attack. His downward slash was about 50 degrees to the ground. If you look at it separately, you can see it as two orthogonal forces of about the same size. The horizontal force to the left is about half of the full force, while the power of his Exceed is pushed to the right at all levels. With his own force to close, he quickly overcomes the inertia of the sword and quickly uses the thrust to swing the next sword, and indeed successfully cut off the enemy's weapon.

Taking advantage of the last bit of push, Chen Ming pushed the hilt forward, and the place he cut into was spinning hard for half a circle, leaving only one-quarter of it still connected. When the red flames of advance disappeared, Chen Ming had already drawn out his sword and took a few steps back and watched coldly with caution.

After all, the scarecrow is still a scarecrow. Even though he has the so-called passive skill "high-quality materials" that adds a lot of defense to it, the straw body and bamboo skeleton cannot withstand the slash of the sword in any case. Without the suppression of flames, the dark demonic energy seemed to be blocked and suddenly unblocked. With a squeaking scream, he saw that the life strip above its head suddenly decreased by half. After three seconds, the demonic energy of the wound stopped. The scarecrow's spirit suddenly became much weaker. It seemed that the compression just now caused some significant internal injuries to it.

Facing such a half-dead enemy, Chen Ming, naturally would not be ruthless. He would chop up his feet and squeak completely disappeared in more than ten seconds. Chen Ming looked at the white key in his hand and couldn't help feeling a little depressed, but he was still very satisfied with his speed - he cut for a few minutes when he first met the scarecrow elite.

The monsters in the Nightmare World are not a bunch of simple data like the game. Chen Ming had doubts when he first came here. This place is like another world that really exists. Every person, beast, grass and tree in it has real life. This feeling cannot be deceived by data. Chen Ming shouted loudly in his heart, and this place is simply another world.

All the people who appear here are real people with all internal organs, and the same is true for demons. Chen Ming found that although the demon has a strong self-healing ability, deep knife wounds will still cause more serious loss of health, just like... a person whose artery blood vessels have been cut off. The enemy and his own attack power cannot be calculated simply by data, just like if his head was hit just now, even if his vitality far exceeds the maximum damage caused by a scarecrow attack, he will definitely die.

The key emitted a soft, milky white light. Chen Ming wiped the blood from his head and held the key with the attitude of not wasting it. But it was useless and he didn't feel any frustrated. Just as he was about to open the key to see if there was anything useful to him, Chen Ming suddenly noticed that the light from the sun outside seemed to shake a little. The control room was facing east. Although the door was closed, a piece of glass on the door could still allow the morning sun to penetrate easily.

Chen Ming did not make a sound, flipped his hand and put the key into his private space. He turned his head slightly, looked at the glass on the door, and stared at it for a few minutes. Nothing appeared behind the glass. Chen Ming did not make a sound, but a trace of coldness could be clearly seen from his eyes. In the wide control room, there was only a ray of sunlight projecting in, making other places particularly dark and cold. It was vaguely visible that a huge wound on his forehead, a young man with black-framed round glasses lowered his head and stuck out his tongue to lick the blood flowing from his forehead to the corner of his mouth. The eyes behind the glasses were strangely filled with calmness, as if he had already realized killing and death.

He gently climbed up two ladders, paused slightly in front of the door, and grabbed the hilt with his right hand tightly. Then he gently twisted the door handle with his left hand, but did not push it open. Instead, he took a step back and slowly pushed the door open with the tip of his sword, looked out slightly, took a step forward, and quickly pointed the sword forward.

Chen Ming was surprised to see a knight uniform wearing a sect, holding a sword and sitting on the controller, trembling slightly

The young man was staring at him with fearful eyes widened. Chen Ming was shocked to confirm that this person was not a knight of the sect but a reincarnation like him, because a terrified voice, "Who are you!" was said in Chinese.

In this world, the plot background is a certain European region called Fortuna, which uses language in English. Although Chen Ming has not reached the state of understanding English at first glance, he can directly understand their meaning with the help of the Nightmare Seal. The language he spoke when he talks with them will be automatically translated into English. However, this does not mean that in Chen Ming's ears, English and Chinese are the same. It is still the same as the difference between a mouse pad and instant noodles, which is completely impossible to make a mistake.

Without showing any of his emotions, Chen Ming was still staring at him coldly as he thought about the matter. Although he looked very useless, he could not guarantee that he would not cause danger to him. Chen Ming finally discovered that the person with the same situation as he did not imagine that he would work with him to build a harmonious society in an all-round way. Instead, he was full of vigilance. Chen Ming, who had experienced the threat of death, is now more cautious than any of his previous lives. He instinctively refused to accept anything unreliable. Even Chen Ming himself was surprised that he had such thoughts.

When it comes to Chen Ming's image at this time, it is not a young man who is frightened. The black-framed round glasses could give people a gentle and knowledgeable temperament, but the flesh on the eyebrows behind the mirror was curled bloodily, revealing the white bones inside. A long wound extends into the hair. The hair that was soaked in the sea water was mixed with blood at this time, which was ferocious and entangled, and particularly creepy. It is hard to imagine what attack could cause such a wound to not destroy the glasses. The blood on the head covered half of the face, and there was also a hideous hole on the shoulder, dyed the clothes all over the bright red, and holding a handful of red in his right hand.

The red sword was more like a red-burned soldering iron, pointing straight at him, and the slightly opened left hand was covered with blood. You could even see the blood was dripping from the fingertips but was hung there by his stickiness. It was particularly hideous and terrifying. The slightly lighted lens made him unable to see the eyes of the man opposite, but he also felt a cold chill. Relying on the controller, the young man slowly stood up, and was about to pick up the weapon in his hand, but he saw the man put down his sword and finally spoke. Although he did not answer his question, the young man felt a little lighter.

"Who are you"
Chapter completed!