Chapter 38 The Villain Dies Due to Many Things

Kirk's steps were staggering and slow, and he had to endure great pain every time he moved.

However, his firm belief and stubborn character kept him from falling.

Shivering, I moved a distance of five meters, but it seemed like I had walked thousands of miles.

His body is not strong and he is not tall. Even if he is thrown on the street, he will not attract anyone's attention.

However, at this moment, he is a true warrior!

Enduring the severe pain in his chest, he took a deep breath, used all his strength, and yelled out: "Come on, you son of a bitch, I'm not dead, I'm standing here, Ahem, stand here!"

In an instant, the sound echoed throughout the entire hall, like a huge boulder thrown into the middle of a lake, causing countless breaking waves.

Everyone, including the boss, stopped and turned their heads to look at him.

The dying Kirk was like a seriously injured hungry wolf. He struggled to lift the knight's sword in his left hand and let out another roar: "Come on, you cowardly bastard, let me feel your weak arms again, and Those poor thin legs like hemp poles, let me pierce you with the sharp sword in my hand and throw you into the stove to make a roasted whole cow, haha, cough, hahahaha!"

Roar!

The tauren boss understood his taunt and let out an angry roar.

A pair of huge fists hit the ground hard, and a violent tremor centered on it and spread rapidly to the surroundings.

The three Quincy people who were closer suddenly became unstable and fell to the ground one by one, showing frightened expressions.

Kirk and I were farther apart, but too badly injured to contend with the aftereffects of the tremor.

Fortunately, I held on to the wall for support, but Kirk's body tilted and fell sideways to the ground.

His body, which was already in danger, was hit hard again. He wailed in pain, his face turned ferocious, and he suddenly turned over, supported his body with his knees, knelt down and stood up, holding the knight's sword in his left hand tightly. It was still firmly held in his left hand, as if it had become one with him.

He raised the knight sword high, his face became more ferocious, his eyes widened, staring at the tauren boss who was rushing towards him, and he let out the last roar in his life: "Brother, I'm coming!"

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the tauren boss smashed Kirk into a pulp with his ruthless iron fist.

At the same time, it’s the best time for me to take action!

The entire right arm was covered with a layer of faint golden light, exuding a sharp and deadly aura, and was raised high.

The tauren boss smelled a hint of danger in an instant, and stared at me five meters away with a pair of bloodthirsty bull eyes, like an ant.

There was a hint of fear in his crazy eyes.

It's afraid.

"Come on, let you feel the anger from the ants!"

I roared, the pale golden light in my hand gathered on the edge of the weapon, and slashed hard!

An illusory golden light rose up, like a huge thunder sword, and hit the body of the tauren boss.

The tauren boss roared and raised his arms, trying to resist this seemingly illusory lightsaber with his strong body.

However, a bright light flashed across, and the entire hall fell silent.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

The wall of the hall suddenly made a slight noise, and then, there was a crunching sound on the wall.

Wherever the powerful light went, the entire hall was divided into two sections!

Looking at the tauren boss again, it stood frozen five meters away from me, staring at me, motionless, like a finely crafted stone sculpture.

After about five seconds, there was a sound of tearing teeth.

The huge body of the tauren boss had a very thin line of blood drawn from its shoulders to its crotch, and then, with a snap, it fell into two pieces.

The huge bull head rested on most of its intact body, panting violently and letting out bursts of painful wails.

The light red eyes were no longer bloodthirsty and crazy, replaced by despair and unwillingness.

It couldn't believe that such a powerful self was defeated by an ant!

I think if it could have the memory of its past life, maybe it could figure it all out.

I leaned against the wall, slowly slid down, and sat on the ground, breathing heavily.

This trick only has a chance of appearing when I'm dying, and once I use it, my body will basically be overdrawn.

"it is finally over."

I raised my head and muttered to myself.

Boom!

There was a crisp sound, and a flower of blood spattered on my right chest.

Well!

I vomited a mouthful of blood, endured the severe pain, and raised my head in surprise.

Not far away, Yifang blew the muzzle of her flintlock gun. The expression on her face was very natural. She definitely did it on purpose.

Beside her, Jaslin held up her staff and faced me, her expression full of caution.

And Quincy, with a smile on his face, walked slowly towards me, and the knight's sword in his hand drew a white line on the floor.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. An Xiaoyi, the final victory belongs only to me and my team."

Quincy behaved politely, raised his hands slightly, saluted me, and said: "As for you and your team, I will send you to live in heaven for free later."

"I only thought you were money-grubbing adventurers, but I didn't expect you to be corpse thieves."

My face was as dark as water and my tone was cold.

"Don't put it in such a bad way, Mr. An Xiaoyi," Quincy said with a disgusting smile, "I prefer others to call us smart people."

"Okay, let's stop chatting." Quincy held the knight's sword, squinted his eyes, and said, "As a reward for helping us eliminate the boss, I can grant you a small last wish."

"I'll give you ten seconds to think about it, how about it, am I very kind, hahahaha."

Quincy's laughter was very ugly, like a mourning crow.

"I only have one last wish, and I have it now. There is no need to think about it."

My voice became weak, like that of a dying patient.

"What last wish?" Quincy looked at me with interest, his expression was like an audience watching a clown's performance.

"My lover's head is carved on my left arm. I usually wrap it in gauze and don't show it to others easily. Now that I'm about to die, I hope I can kiss it before I die."

The look on my face was melancholy and sad, and my eyes showed pleading.

"What a love that moves me." Quincy pretended to be moved and wiped away tears: "Your sincerity moved me, and I promise you this last wish."

As he spoke, he raised his knight's sword and used the tip of the sword to skillfully cut off the layers of gauze wrapped around my left arm.

The broken gauze slipped to both sides, revealing his left arm covered with black stripes.

"Where's the avatar?"

Quincy looked at my left arm suspiciously, which was covered with patterns and patterns he had never seen before.

"Do you know how the villain died?"

I opened my mouth and showed a weird smile.

"What did you say?" Quincy vaguely felt that something was wrong. He raised his knight's sword in fear, pointed it at me, and asked in a panic.

"Villains die from too much trouble."

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