Elf Archer of Life in Another World

Seeing the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer finally appear, Nian Nian couldn't tell whether he was regretful or relieved, but there was always a feeling of relief.

Anyway, no matter what the outcome is, I finally see hope of ending all this.

Although I have never received tasks that were more time-consuming and energy-consuming before, I still feel that this journey is really exhausting.

Even the narrow escape mission of following the group to catch the Blue Emperor Whale was not that difficult now that I think about it.

As he got closer, Zimo also saw those figures, and naturally noticed the conspicuous deer-shaped figure.

Zimo's sword was never unsheathed and hung on his waist. His right hand rested leisurely on the handle of the knife, and it was hard to tell whether he was grabbing the handle or not.

And now, finally seeing the goal of this trip, and seeing the goal that he had calculated and pursued so hard for many days, Zimo's hand tightly grasped the handle of the knife, and soon he felt a tingling feeling of sweat in his palm.

It's like holding a soldering iron.

Zimo seemed to have glanced at the position of the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer inadvertently, and then looked at Sanchi Shui standing next to it holding a sword.

It seemed that the strange self-protection mechanism had been activated again, and the man once again looked like a dull machine.

And the other two people...

Zimo looked up, but he didn't see the compass that Mingtang players always prepared. Looking down again, he didn't find that Sui had any intention of playing any music.

Is this resistance? Or is there some other plan?

These two questions passed in a flash, and Zimo had already stepped out of the foggy dry forest and walked towards the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer.

Sure enough, as he stepped onto the forest clearing, Sanchi Shui had already rushed forward and struck at him with his sword.

Zimo's sword had already been unsheathed, and one strike overwhelmed Sanchi Shui's sword.

Almost at the same time, a green arrow flew out from behind Zimo. Judging from its direction, it was aimed at one of the antlers of the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer.

Shi Sui ducked out of the way and was sent to the tip of Nian Nian's arrow. At the same time, Tang Qingli raised his hand and threw out a compass, which flew to Zimo's head.

The two arrows arrived again, green and blue intertwined. The blue one stuck lightly to the bottom of the compass, freezing itself and the compass together, and then fell to the ground together.

The light of the other cyan arrow suddenly accelerated and caught up with the first arrow. This arrow was no more than a punch away from Shi Sui's chest and split it in half. Finally, it broke at a right angle in Shi Sui's chest.

It hit the ground, leaving a deep hole in the ground.

Zimo did not look at Nian Nian's response, but slashed Sanchi Shui with his sword again, only forcing San Chi Shui to take a step back, holding the sword with both hands to support himself.

Tsk, as expected, the counterfeit is really weak!

Zi Mo secretly cursed, and he stabbed him with another unceremonious sword, but it was in vain. It turned out that San Chi Shui had already ducked out of Zi Mo's blade path, and the looming sword tip stabbed him diagonally.

under the ribs.

Zimo grinned, flipped his wrist, turned around and used the back of the knife to deflect the sword, then raised his arm and cut the blade towards Sanchi Shui's neck.

Sanchi Shui once again retreated neatly, but Zi Mo followed closely and stepped on him. The backhand knife was replaced by the forehand, and he slashed at San Chi Shui with wide open and wide strokes, while moving step by step like a dragon and a tiger.

Bu Bi retreated three feet into the water.

The compass that had been frozen to the ground by Nian Nian's arrow flew up from the ground in circles, throwing out a few crystal drops of water in the sun. As a result, before it could fly back to Tang Qingli's hand, it was frozen by Nian Nian again.

It was sent back to the ground by an arrow and turned into an ice lump.

Zimo, who caught this scene with his peripheral vision, couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this was almost the same as when she used to nail people's throats to interfere with the chanting of spells.

At this time, Sanchi Shui was almost forced to retreat in front of the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer, and Zimo had already seen Sui Kongkong's hands.

This person...

Zimo's reaction was quick enough, and he immediately thought that Sui had probably removed his weapons in advance, such as giving them to San Chi Shui or Tang Qingli for safekeeping, to avoid causing trouble to the two of them.

This approach is much smarter... Just as Zimo was thinking like this, he suddenly saw Shi Sui rushing towards him with his fists waving, and swallowed back what he just said.

Letting a weak Confucian scholar fight hand-to-hand? This deer's idea is also strange!

Looking at the fists in the fluttering white sleeves, Zimo felt that he had never played like this since he started playing games, or had he been played like this before?

Zimo looked at Shi Sui's fist and didn't even have the desire to hide. He simply ignored his presence and continued to slash at Sanchi Shui, who had a distorted face.

But Niannian in the distance did not ignore this punch and the other punch.

In addition to Sui Sui, there was also Tang Qingli who was without weapons. At this time, he, like Sui Sui, was punching Zimo in the back.

Looking at the actions of these two people, Nian Nian was speechless for a moment, and in his heart came a complaint that was exactly the same as Zimo's thoughts at this moment.

Nian Nian suppressed the idea of ​​freezing these two people into ice pimples, and shot an arrow at each of them, left and right.

An arrow flew diagonally towards Tang Qingli's feet, causing a small wave of soil, which immediately caused Tang Qingli to fall to the side unsteadily.

The other arrow passed through Shi Sui's wide sleeve, and the huge momentum directly deflected Shi Sui's fist.

Tsk tsk, I didn’t see it, Nian Nian shook his head, and quietly expressed his disdain for Nian Nian’s arm strength.

Zimo's next sword had already hit Sanchi Shui's sword edge, and behind San Chi Shui was the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer that had been standing quietly.

What's wrong? This thought suddenly flashed through Zimo's mind.

Too honest, right? At this time every year, I feel a little weird.

Before the two of them could carefully capture this fleeting thought, Sanchi Shui, who had been suppressed by Zimo's sword, suddenly stepped back, turned around, and sent the Yunji Sword in his hand into the neck of the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer.