Chapter 43 (2/2)

”A rookie who has just opened up the sea of strength can actually take over my chivalry skills!” ”If you were born into a Teutonic aristocracy, you would be the talent that the Empire was training,” Meles roared

”Giggle” a few times, Myers gnawed his teeth and sneered: ”but, you are actually a little Junker For the benefit of Teuton, I will not allow such monsters as you to live. ”

With a whimper, Meles's body turned into a shadow and slid forward, stabbing Joe's heart with a sword.

Joe's arms were in sharp pain. His whole upper body was paralyzed and swollen. He lost his ability to move for a while. He can only watch the sword stab over, a little bit of the stab to his fatal.

In the scarlet vision, the scarlet evil spirit continuously spurts out from Myers.

Perhaps because of his extraordinary strength, Myers is like a living fire pass. The scarlet evil spirit from him is extremely strong, and it spreads very fast. In a few breaths, it has covered the whole room of the fish farm.

Joe took a big breath, and the scarlet evil spirit kept coming to Joe.

The wound on Joe's arm was wriggling. Some small wounds had been completely healed. The paralysis and acid swelling in his body were rapidly disappearing, and the strength was constantly recovering. In Joe's view, the speed of Meles's stabbing through the sword was becoming slower and slower.

Joe can clearly see the angle of the sword, the whirling track of the thin blue wind winding on the sword, and can calculate where the sword will pierce his body, how many muscles it will cut, from which angle it will stab into the heart, cut several blood vessels, and how much damage it will bring to himself.

He even saw, for the first time, Meles's movements, his head, his chest, his hands, his legs, his feet, how he stepped out of each step, how his arms moved, and what the outline of his muscles was like.

The flaw of each movement of Meles, the weakness of every action, the deficiency of every action

At a glance.

Joe was even confident that he would be able to kill Meles with his bare hands as long as he could keep pace with Meles.

His Adam's apple, his heart, his liver, his back kidney And his fragile neck!

If Joe's speed can keep up with Myers, it's no more difficult for an unarmed Joe to kill him than it is for an experienced chef to kill a young pigeon!

Joe tried to move his body!

But he couldn't move at all His body can't keep up with his sight, his thinking speed.

With the tip of the sword approaching, Joe could even see the tiny air ripples in the front of the wind sword.

He even wanted to tell Meyers that his angle of the sword was 1.35 degrees off.

If Meles could modify his angle and strength according to Joe's advice, his speed would be 30% faster.

Terrible fighting instinct, terrible fighting instinct.

In Joe's pupil, the magic circle of three circles and six pointed stars is spinning like a windmill in a hurricane. Every move of Myers is thoroughly analyzed by him, and there are countless ways to deal with it in his mind.

It's just that his body can't keep up with this fighting instinct.

Can't move!

I can't move at all!

The speed of thinking was so fast that Joe felt that Meles's sword came so slowly. In a short moment, it seemed like a whole day and a night. He watched the sword approaching him.

A tall, thin figure suddenly appeared in front of Joe.

In the same way, a stabbing sword with a tip of three feet long issued a rapid ”hissing” sound. Thousands of thin silver lights between the fingers rolled up the harsh wind, like a storm, smashed the wind sword of Myers, drove back Meles, and then turned into a very thin silver halo, stabbed Meles, enveloping his whole upper body in the silver light rain.

Meles exclaimed, cursed, and then backed back at full speed.

A hoarse and obscure voice full of evil smell sounded in the room. He quickly recited several obscure syllables, and the whole room seemed to shake with his chanting voice.

”Your face!” It's full of evil voices, and suddenly screams and growls.

Meles uttered a terrible howl, and his whole face, in a shrill tear, fell from his face with blood.