Elf Archer of Life in Another World

The sound of footsteps and the sound of the wind made Nian Nian instantly realize that there was danger coming from behind. He simply rolled on the spot, stabilized his body and looked back, and his heart immediately skipped a beat.

Three feet of water!

That formation diagram is!

Nian Nian glanced out of the corner of his eye, and sure enough he saw Tang Qingli who was far away from here, and Nian Nian standing next to him.

Shi Sui had already taken out a jade xun and put it to his mouth.

Nian Nian hid again and avoided San Chi Shui's second sword. In his current state, San Chi Shui was obviously not as agile as I. It wasn't too difficult to hide Nian Nian.

It's just that Zimo... took a look at his own magic power every year.

If you hold on for a few more seconds, you can at least shoot an arrow!

"Hey! Are you still alive?" Nian Nian didn't quite understand the power of Tang Qingli's fire, so he shouted to the figure in the formation.

"He's not dead yet, he's almost dead! He keeps losing blood!" Zimo's voice came out from the flames, and he sounded quite energetic.

"Wait for me for a few seconds!" Niannian glanced at his mana bar again, only to see that the slowly growing mana suddenly stopped, and at the same time he heard a plaintive and ethereal music.

"What the hell is this?" Nian Nian also yelled.

"Confucian skills, group cuts! It weakens the recovery speed!" Zimo also heard this song, and he cursed Mom countless times in his heart and shouted "Fuck" countless times.

"fxxk!" Nian Nian cursed out loud. He glared angrily at Sanchi Shui, who was slashing at him with his sword again, and helplessly dodged it again.

"I'm going to die! There's only one third left!" Zimo's voice was a little panicked. He finally got in, and he was sent back to the city before he could stand firmly? Then he wasn't laughed at by his brothers.

die?

Sanchi Shui seemed to have finally realized that his current attacks were no threat to Nian Nian. After a pause, he fired out three quick swords in a row, all of which pierced Nian Nian's vitals.

Nian Nian didn't take San Chi Shui seriously at first, but she was suddenly startled into a cold sweat when she saw the three swords. After narrowly dodging the first sword, the tip of the second sword had already reached her chest.

forward.

In desperation, Niannian took out a dagger from his waist and knocked it on him. As soon as the dagger touched the edge of the sword, Niannian knew something was wrong. Sure enough, he saw the crystal dagger touching the Yunji sword of Sanchishui.

It shattered with the next blow and turned into a handful of fine crystal particles.

Nian Nian didn't have time to feel distressed. He just used the pause of the attack to avoid the sword again, and barely moved his vitals away from the third sword.

Although it avoided the vital point of her heart, the edge of the third sword still swept across her shoulder, picking up a piece of flesh and blood.

"One fifth!"

Nian Nian felt pain for a moment and took a big step back. At the same time, he couldn't help but cover his bleeding left shoulder with his hand, and accidentally touched the necklace around his neck.

Necklace? Wolf teeth!

With a twitch of his right hand, Nian Nian pulled off the wolf fang pendant, fastened it to the bow string, and pointed it at the compass rotating in mid-air.

This compass won't be broken, right?

This question suddenly flashed into Nian Nian's mind. His hand holding the bow paused. Who would have thought that it was just such a hesitation that San Chi Shui on the side handed him another sword.

"Only the bloody skin is left!"

Hide? It’s too late to hide!

Nian Nian silently said "I'm sorry" in my heart, and used the wolf's fangs as arrows to shoot at the compass that was still spinning in the sky.

With a "clang" sound, the wolf's fangs accurately hit the edge of the compass, knocking it away.

With a "chi" sound, the sword with three feet of water penetrated Nian Nian's raised left forearm, and the tip of the sword barely stopped in front of Nian Nian's throat.

The bow in Nian Nian's left hand almost fell to the ground, and he immediately grasped the sword's edge with his right hand to stop the advancement of the sword.

The man in the three-foot-high water surface expressionlessly pulled out the Yunji sword, and blood splashed on his face, adding a bit of coquettishness.

At this time, Zimo had already rushed out of the disappearing flames, and was about to run over to save Nian Nian, when he heard the plaintive music that had been crying and complaining stopped, and was replaced by another sentimental song.

! Zimo cursed Shi Sui in his heart, wishing he could fly over and chop him down immediately.

And when Nian Nian heard this music, he suddenly felt his whole body sinking, as if he suddenly had a big sandbag on his back. Not only was his footsteps heavy and unable to move, but his whole body seemed to be frozen.

Zimo knew something was wrong when he saw it. The level of Nian Nian was still too low, and there was a big difference between Nian Nian and Shi Sui. His resistance to this skill was almost non-existent, but he was more affected than anyone present.

big.

But unfortunately, under the influence of the music, his movement speed was also affected, and he didn't have time to rush to Nian Nian and give that kid San Chi Shui a knife on her behalf.

The effect of Shi Sui's group skills is linked to the number of people. The more people affected by the skill, the weaker the skill effect shared by each person. On the contrary, now that there are only two of them here, even if Zimo is at the same level as Shi Sui,

He was pulled back in his tracks.

Nian Nian watched San Chi Shui strike at her sword again. She tried her best to turn her body around, exposing half of her back to San Chi Shui's Yun Ji Jian.

A sharp pain burned from his shoulders to his waist. Niannian looked at a large blood bar and gritted his teeth without making a sound, nor did he take out any arrows from the quiver.

Another burning pain hit me from my back, and Niannian felt that my back should have been scratched with an x.

This version of Sanchiguo is definitely not flexible enough. Nian Nian still had the guts to complain, "Can't you turn to the front and give me a sword?" The left sword and the right sword were intended to write the word "cool"?

However, the blood line has dropped a lot every year. Is it possible that this time it is going to die?

Inexplicably, I really don't want to die... I always feel that it would be terrible.

Nian Nian saw Zi Mo walking towards her step by step, and then saw the afterimage of the huge formation that once trapped Zi Mo.

This afterimage is not round, and a piece is obviously missing on the side near the dead forest.

Like a sudden inspiration, Nian Nian used all his strength to pounce forward, and after landing, he rolled towards the dead forest by inertia.

Huh? So smooth? It seems... Before rolling into the dry forest filled with mist, Nian Nian glanced in the direction of Nian Nian.

It was Sui Zheng who grabbed his left wrist with his right hand and stared at the injured Nian Nian without blinking.

In the last second before falling into sleep, Niannian felt that she saw the person calling out a name.

Are you calling her? But why does it feel like...the mouth shape is not quite the same...

Zimo looked at Nian Nian who fell asleep after falling into the dry forest, and his heart in his throat dropped back to his chest. Just at this time, the music of Nian Nian also stopped, and he jumped and fell behind Sanchi Shui.

Sanchi Shui was still swinging his sword at Nian Nian in the dry forest, but his feet seemed to have taken root and he never stepped into the scope of the dry forest.

Zimo looked at Sanchi Shui's puppet-like behavior, frowned slightly, and struck him on the shoulder with a knife.

Sanchi Shui, who seemed to have been awakened, quickly turned around and held out a sword. He faced Zimo's slow sword strike, but was suddenly pressed hard by the sword, and the sword edge almost scratched his own.

neck.

After a brief pause for a few seconds, the music started again, this time it was passionate and thick, even a bit sharp like a sword.

Zimo only felt that the sword edge that he had just pushed back bounced back, and in turn suppressed his own sword.

The nickname of the Confucian gang of troublemakers was indeed well deserved. Zimo muttered, his forehead was already sweating, and he felt even more unsure.

His life was already in danger, and he didn't want to actually kill Sanchi Shui in front of him. Now he was really in a dilemma.

"Every year?"

Zimo, who was having an ideological struggle, suddenly heard a third person's voice, and the voice was very familiar. It was the same voice he heard every day for the past two days.

Zimo turned his head slightly and saw Simil, who was wearing a white robe, sitting next to Nian Nian, lowering his head to check on her.

"I said, take care of this side first! Life is still alive here!" Zimo shouted, withdrew the knife in his hand, and dodged the oncoming sword.

"Come here, let's go!" Simil picked up Nian Nian and walked into the mist of miasma, turning back and motioning for Zi Mo to follow.

Zimo stepped sideways into the dry forest. Sure enough, he was safe. Only then did he notice that there was a faint white light around him, isolating him from the fog.

He looked back and saw Sanchi Shui slashing at the mist again and again, but the expression on his face was already a little distorted, as if he was struggling.

It doesn't look like too much of a waste, Zimo thought, catching up with Simil in a few steps and disappearing with him into the thick red mist.