Chapter 185 Pentakill

Facing the continuous attacks of roots, my head was as big as a bucket, and it was really difficult to attack.

The body's consciousness wanted to force a breakthrough, but in my heart I was unwilling to do so. After all, the feeling of being tightly bound by the roots was quite uncomfortable.

However, the result is this: I think in my mind not to rush, not to rush, but my body naturally attacks me, like an angry leopard.

Damn it, I was tricked by the killing intention again. Next time I must find a way to control it and gain the sovereignty of my body!

As soon as I stepped into the rhizome area, my right foot was tightly bound by the roots that were swarming up, and I couldn't take a step forward.

The left foot that followed was not spared. His whole body was frozen in place, like a victim stuck in the mud. No matter how hard he tried, it was all in vain.

My body is still struggling and twisting, with a strong murderous intention driving it to get rid of the shackles of the roots as soon as possible. I swing the Naotachi sword in my hand again and again, cutting towards the roots on the ground. However, the regeneration ability of those roots seems to be the same as The previous Yamon was completely different. He was not affected by combat skills at all. New roots split out within seconds, and they still split within seconds, exactly every second.

This is really tiring my body and worrying my mind.

In order to prevent my body from being exhausted due to the excessive intensity, I had no choice but to shout at the girls not far away: "Hey, who knows magic? Burn these roots for me!"

As soon as the voice passed, all the female adventurers were stunned. The next second, five female adventurers stood up in succession, holding different types of staffs, and chanted the spell in unison. Then, five magic stars The missiles were shot out at the same time, rushing towards my feet.

The murderous intention driving my body, in addition to activating combat skills, also has another effect that I can't give up, and that is the perception of danger.

When I fought with the first Amon before, its boxing skills were always in a state of suppressing me. It was almost certain that I would be injured as long as I received a punch.

At this level, the body driven by murderous intent will often instinctively make difficult blocking and evasive actions to avoid or neutralize Amon's attacks.

At the moment, five bright magic missiles are flying towards me, but my body controlled by the murderous intention has no reaction at all. In other words - the power of the magic missiles of these mage girls is completely unable to cause harm to me.

In other words, to me, they are legendary, fighting against the five scum!

Magic missiles exploded all around me, and one of them even hit my foot. However, it was really not a big deal, it was about the same feeling as a corgi hitting my foot.

Although the power is not great, the effect is outstanding.

The tightly entwined roots around the feet were suddenly exploded into two pieces, and both feet were freed one after another.

"Well, good job!" I praised them.

Three of the five mage girls actually laughed out loud in embarrassment, and I guessed the remaining two were facially paralyzed.

The body without restraints began to move wantonly again. The murderous intention drove the body and once again rushed towards the five walking piranha flowers.

Roots continued to attack me on the way, but this time I didn't need to ask for help. The five girls shot magic missiles in unison, bombarding me in the path I passed.

It seems that the default magic missiles cannot cause any harm to my body. Anyway, the subsequent magic missile attacks are indistinguishable, but this also brings me an illusion - why do I feel the magic missiles hitting me? Much more than magic missiles that blow up roots?

After this battle, my clothes and pants were probably in serious trouble. Fortunately, the magic missiles that hit me didn't hurt or itch, and were no different from the balls that bounced on my body, so I completely ignored them.

The five walking piranha saw that I was running smoothly without any obstruction, so they rushed up. They were all unhappy and rushed towards me with five big mouths the size of washbasins.

Are you trying to use your numerical advantage to bite me to death?

I have deep doubts about their behavior: What effect will it really have on me?

I have to admit that their teeth are indeed sharp and strong. If they bite me a few times, they will definitely be seriously injured. So the question is, do they have a chance to bite me?

Anyway, I, who have no tendency to self-abuse, would never create such an opportunity for them under any circumstances. Moreover, behind me, there were five magician girls who kept exploding their roots to help me escape from their restraints.

That is to say - I am not fighting alone!

The body is only one step away from the walking piranha, and I can even clearly see the scraps of clothing stuck in one of its teeth.

With a cold smile, I moved my lips and sent them my final farewell words: You can die.

After saying that, I waved my hand, and a cold light flashed. I cut the first walking piranha in two. The flower disk fell off, trembled, and then turned into black ash and disappeared without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third ones were chopped off by me at the same time, but what flew out was the upper half of the gums, and only the lower half was left.

At the moment when the second and third walking piranha turned into black ash, I took a step forward, and before the fourth walking piranha could react, I struck down with my knife and divided it into two halves. Neatly and without deviation.

Then, he stepped forward, jumped up high, stabbed down with the tip of the knife, and stabbed it hard between the teeth of the last walking piranha. With a strong twist, the gums and teeth in its big mouth were twisted into a bloody mess. Then he drew the knife violently, bringing out a stream of red liquid, just like human blood, but without the fishy smell of human blood.

Then he turned around and cut it with a knife, splitting it into two halves after losing most of its teeth.

Before the flower plate even hit the ground, the last walking piranha disappeared without a trace.

On the ground, apart from a piece of withered yellow-green rhizomes, there were only a few solitary coins reflecting the misty white light.

"Ah, the pervert has won!"

After a moment of silence, a girl suddenly exclaimed, breaking the surrounding wind.

"Master Pervert is so powerful!"

The other girls also cheered, and some even jumped up excitedly.

However, the moment I turned to them, the cheers suddenly stopped.

The girls' expressions were stiff and motionless, and they only stared at me. The distance was not close, so I couldn't see their expressions clearly. I could only vaguely feel it from the atmosphere. It was not a friendly atmosphere, but more like being attracted by something. scared.

Could there be another walking piranha appearing behind me?

I turned my head subconsciously and saw a white shadow rushing towards me, carrying strong wind and cold light.