My Daughter is So Amazing

　　 The monster slowly walked out of the darkness, with the help of the weak light outside, Rohr finally saw its full picture.

The body is like a pile of viscous mashed potatoes piled in the shape of a hill. The surface is covered with a layer of black lacquer sticky substance, like a layer of black pepper sauce, and a dozen waving tentacles on the body. It is the squid whiskers dotted on it.

　　 This is a new version of the ship he has never seen before, and it is more delicious than the ones he has seen in his hometown...oh no, it is scary.

　　 As the monster moved forward, it waved its tentacles, violently destroying the buildings and trees along the way. Those tentacles were so powerful and extremely sharp, they just swept randomly, and cut the church hall into sections like tofu.

　　 "Don't look directly at it, don't listen to its babble, stabilize your mind!"

　　 The doctor whispered, and there was another utterance in his mouth. He waved a short stick in his hand and knocked on Rohr's forehead to bless him with a translucent barrier.

　　 Then knocked on his forehead again, and he also made up a barrier for himself.

　　 "We are like ants in its eyes, and we may not notice us. Let's step back slowly, keep a distance, and be careful not to attract its attention."

　　 continued the doctor.

　　Roll nodded, and he could see that the doctor was quite experienced, which was consistent with the experience he had realized.

　　 The two moved slowly back, avoiding the path of the monster.

　　 The monster seems to be looking for something. The huge body of a small mountain has been twisting from side to side, but there is no discovery, so it let out a low roar, which contains irritability and anger.

　　 The doctor hurriedly covered his ears with both hands, biting his lips tightly, not letting himself make a sound.

　　 His expression was extremely painful, blood oozing from his eyes, nostrils, and corners of his mouth, and even the gap between his fingers covering his ears was dark red.

　　 He is struggling to fight against mental pollution, and it is difficult to move half a minute under his feet.

　　Roll originally wanted to drag him away, but he stretched out an arm next to him, took the doctor's arm, and dragged him into an alley on the side of the road.

　　 It is Mr. Tank who is back.

　　 He was not stupid either, he cautiously did not make any noise, handed him a saber that he did not know where he found, and then asked with his lips:

'what should I do now? ’

　　Roll took out his saber and took a look. The quality and workmanship were average, lacked maintenance, not too sharp, and even rusty.

　　 But it doesn't matter, as long as the sword is in his hand, he has the confidence to fight.

　　 But at this moment, the monster suddenly noticed something, and several tentacles swept toward this side like lightning.

　　 With two crisp sounds of ‘swish’, the houses on both sides of the alley were instantly cut into a pile of broken bricks and shingles, and the three of them were exposed to the monsters without any cover.

　　 The doctor bit the tip of his tongue hard, forced himself to regain a little energy, broke free from the arms of the tank, and pushed both of them hard.

　　 "You run away!"

　　 Then, he forcibly supported his still trembling body and resolutely stood in front of the monster.

　　 He has suffered from serious mental pollution, his vision has been blurred, and various hallucinations have appeared from time to time, and his life is like a revolving lantern in front of him.

　　 He is an extraordinary researcher who has obtained many academic achievements in medicine, but he is not good at fighting.

　　 But he is also a doctor, and his duty is to protect patients.

　　 In a blur of vision, he vaguely saw a figure rushing towards the terrifying monster.

　　 should be... just an illusion, right?

　　 In the next second, he felt a majestic coercion like a lofty mountain erupting nearby.

　　Rol has a sword.

　　 He held the hilt with his right hand from the bottom, and held the rusty long sword back in his hand.

　　At this moment, the wind stopped, the monster no longer roared, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

　　 Then, Rohr's figure disappeared instantly.

　　 When he appeared again, he had already reached the sky above the monster's head.

　　 adjusted his posture in the air with an unexplainable movement, head down, holding the sword in both hands, pointing directly at the top of the monster's head.

　　 Then, his figure disappeared again, and instantly appeared at the feet of the monster, raising the rust sword in his hand.

　　 A shining sword light cut through the darkness, from top to bottom, passing through the middle of the monster's huge body.

　　 In the next second, countless tiny sword lights flickered on the monster's body, flashing and passing, but endless, looking like a gorgeous firework blooming on it.

　　 The movement of the monster stopped...

　　 Then the small hill's body and arrogant tentacles turned into small pieces, scattered in all directions, and the whole body collapsed in an instant.

　　 This is the secret "two" of family swordsmanship

　　'S name is "two"

　　 used to have names like ‘Qi Blade Doujia’, ‘Akiman Zhan Zhan’’ and ‘Dragon Sword’, but later I felt too ashamed and changed it.

　　Rol took a look at the fragments of the monster scattered around. He didn't seem to be completely dead, and he was still writhing and struggling on the ground.

　　 "Sure enough, a sword is still not enough? Your strength, in what I have met, UU reading www.uukanshu.com can be ranked fifth."

　　 He whispered to himself, the rusty sword was re-sheathed, and his right hand brushed lightly on the hilt.

　　 Sword lights reappeared again, cutting precisely on those pieces, breaking them into strands of hair-thin filaments.

　　 These filaments immediately lost their activity, and the rapid weathering melted into the air.

　　 Roer closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath.

　　 Every time he kills a monster, he can get a kind of physical and spiritual relaxation and comfort. The self-blame and guilt that he lingered back then will be slightly diminished, and even the air he breathed seems to be sweet.

　　 But he quickly frowned again and muttered in a low voice:

　　 "The weapon is not easy to use, the last sword is very imperfect..."

　　 After that, he pulled out the embroidered sword again. Only the hilt was pulled out...

　　 As expected, the sword has been cut into a piece in the scabbard.

　　Without his weapons, he began to feel guilty again. He was going to take the doctor and the tank and leave as soon as possible.

　　 just took a step, and felt that something seemed to be stepped on under his feet.

　　 He bent over to pick it up and glanced at it.

　　 has a very special appearance, a bit like a fishbone, and also like a barbed arrow, only half the length of a finger.

　　Although I don't know him, I have a feeling in my heart that this thing is very special, and it is intuitively not dangerous, without the evil and stench of monsters.

　　 He didn't have time to think, put the thing in his pocket, ran back to the doctor quickly, and patted Mr. Tank on the shoulder.

　　Mr. Tank's eyes were dull, his whole person was stunned, and he was patted on the shoulder before he seemed to wake up.

　　 "Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here?"