Elf Archer of Life in Another World

"Who?" With a sharp shout, Nian Nian suddenly stood up, stretched out his arms and stretched out his bow, his fingertips focused on the wind, and his arrow pointed at a thick green pine tree in the forest in the distance.

The three of them were all startled. They quickly turned around to look, only to see leaves falling in the wind and no living things.

Seeing that no one answered, Nian Nian stopped asking. He loosened the fingers of his right hand and flew out an arrow. The green light went straight towards the big tree.

Looking at the momentum of the arrow, the three of them all naturally turned their attention to the big tree that was about to be pierced, but unexpectedly found that the green light disappeared the moment it was about to be nailed into the tree trunk.

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Instead of disappearing, it made a sharp turn, bypassing the tree trunk, and flew to a place where they could not see it. It was only because the sharp turn was too fast and the arrow light circled the tree trunk too fast that it looked like

It just disappeared in an instant.

Almost at the same time that the arrow light disappeared from their sight, a figure flashed out from behind the pine tree and rolled on the spot, narrowly avoiding a ray of blue light that flew past his scalp.

"Why is it him?" Nian Nian looked at this man standing up from the ground.

After the man stood up, he patted his chest exaggeratedly, dusted his clothes a few times, and gave Niannian a thumbs up from a distance.

"Who do you know?" asked Sanchishui, who was already standing next to Nian Nian. Tang Qingli and Shi Sui stood behind them on the left and right, one holding a compass and the other holding a compass.

A finely crafted jade xun.

This is the first time I have seen Shi Sui planning to take action in every year, and it is also the first time I have seen the weapons used by Shi Sui, or more appropriately, musical instruments.

Nian Nian only glanced at Shi Sui briefly from the corner of her eye, but her attention was still focused on the person who suddenly appeared in the forest.

This man was dressed in gray cloth and carried a slender sheathed weapon on his waist. One hand was resting on the long handle of the weapon, and the other hand was teasing a tit that had landed on his shoulder at some point.

Chickadee? She frowned every year. At such a close distance, she didn't even notice where the tit flew from. She immediately thought of the holy mages who came from the continent of Gaia like herself, and also thought of the exquisite machines of the dwarves.

, every year suddenly a bad guess comes out.

"I don't know who this person is, but he was one of the people who attacked us at night by the river," Nian Nian explained to a few people around him while watching the person walking towards him easily.

, "And based on the position I observed at the time, this person seems to be the leader."

Tang Qingli immediately stepped back and turned around, hurriedly looking in the direction where Qinghua Fuling and the demon had stayed.

Except for the person in front of her, Niannian didn't feel anyone else approaching, so she didn't stop Tang Qingli. She kept holding the bow steadily with her hand, and pointed the tip of the arrow accurately at the person's eyebrows.

"A member of the Mo family?" When the man came closer, Sui Sui and Sanchi Shui could see clearly the man's clothing and appearance. Naturally, they did not recognize the man's appearance, but the gray and rough figure

The commoner clothes and the knife on the waist are obviously the characteristics of the Mohist sect.

The Mohist sect advocates frugality, so the school uniforms of the Mohist players are all made of linen and coarse clothes. The style is simple and the color is very monotonous. They are completely different from the Jade Emperor Academy players who pay attention to well-dressed students.

If the Mohist players practice martial arts, the weapons they use are knives, ring-headed swords, horse-zanting swords, and other types of knives, and even Japanese swords are used by some.

The man in front of him is using a straight and narrow horizontal knife. This horizontal knife has a handle but no guard. It is obvious that this is a knife that can be used to hold the knife whether it is being retracted or drawn out, or even when fighting with the enemy.

Knife masters have very dangerous knives in their hands.

Sanchishui, who was standing one step ahead of Nian Nian, strode forward to meet the visitor. He took off the long sword from his back, threw the scabbard away, held the sword in front, pointed the sword's edge diagonally toward the sky, and stopped at his feet.

He jumped forward, but in two steps he was already in front of the man, and even swiped his sword towards the man's neck.

The man didn't panic, he dodged to avoid the sword edge, turned around again and lifted up the hand on the handle of the sword. The blade hit the sword edge, and with a clang, he swung the three-foot long sword away.

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"You sent people to sneak attack us in the middle of the night? And sent people to disrupt the flower demon's ceremony?" Although Sanchi Shui's sword was swung away, he retreated calmly. It was obvious that the sword just now was just a test.

It doesn't even count as sword skills.

"It's me." The visitor pressed his wrist, and the horizontal knife that had only been unsheathed for a few inches was pushed back into its sheath.

"Who are you? Why do you want to deal with us?" Sanchishui asked sternly, but then he added, "Forget it, it's not important, let me chop two swords first!"

Before he finished speaking, he thrust out a sword. The speed was obviously much faster than before, and his steps became light and flowing. The three-foot long sword in his hand was looming in the mottled light in the forest, and only a few silver lights could be seen.

Pointing directly at the face of the man in gray.

Sanchi Shui's skill was obviously activated now, and his sword moves were aimed at the man in gray one after another, forcing him to step back and dodge step by step. The long sword in his hand was like a dot or a painting, with a few dots of silver light.

Soon they became one, sealing a few feet around the man in gray.

The tip of Nian Nian's arrow has been locked firmly between the eyebrows of the man in gray. Although she will not take the initiative to make a sneak attack, she is definitely not a person who pays attention to martial ethics. If she is defeated by three feet of water, or she is about to be injured,

If there are any signs, she will take action without hesitation.

"You don't have to be so nervous," Xali stretched out a hand to press down Nian Nian's left hand holding the bow, "and you'd better make Sanchi Shui go crazy enough, otherwise he won't be able to get out of his mouth, and there will definitely be trouble in the future.

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"Then what if he can't beat that person?" Nian Nian said, but he still lowered the bow according to Nian Nian's strength.

"If you can't beat him, then you can't beat him. As long as you can't die." Shi Sui replied, "The two of us just have to give him a hand before he dies."

Nian Nian twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly, dispersed the green wind arrows condensed on his right hand, and simply watched the show with Shi Sui, who was not nervous at all.

"What's the origin of the sword in the three-foot sailor? The sword seems to be there all the time." At this time of year, she is in the mood to satisfy her curiosity. It is impossible for her with super dynamic vision to not be able to see clearly in the three-foot water.

If the sword is drawn out, then there can only be something weird about the sword itself.

"That's the Yunji Sword. The Yunji Sword Sect issued it when they first started. Every player in their sect has one. Its characteristic is that the sword's blade is like a cloud, making it invisible."

Shi Sui explained to Niannian in detail, "Although it is an entry-level weapon, Yunji Sword itself can be grown and strengthened. In addition, its quality and additional special effects are very good, so many Yunji Sword Sect players are not satisfied with it."

Before making their own weapons, they would always choose to use the Yunji Sword, and there are also people who plan to keep the Yunji Sword until it becomes a divine weapon."

"Where's Sanchi Shui? Does he plan to keep it forever?" Nian Nian felt that San Chi Shui didn't look like a person who had the patience to develop a magic weapon on his own.

"Of course not, but the biggest advantage of homemade weapons is that they suit him. He just hasn't decided what kind of sword he wants to forge yet."

While the two were talking, three feet of water had already forced the man in gray under a big tree. The continuous sword light was close to the man's body, and it was about to force him to the point of no retreat.

situation.

However, Sanchi Shui suddenly retreated. He raised his sword-holding hand flat, the tip of the sword met the tip of the gray-clothed man's nose, and asked dissatisfiedly: "Why don't you fight back? Are you looking down on me?"

"If I fight back, won't you be even more angry?" The man didn't care at all about the sword tip that was spitting out cold light at him. He simply leaned back and leaned against the big tree and said with a smile.

"You!" Sanchi Shui felt that his previous breath not only didn't come out, but instead rushed to the top of his head. He simply sent the tip of the sword forward, about to drive it into the eyebrows of the man in gray.

"Tsk!" The man shook his head, barely dodging the sword, and dodged to the side, shouting: "Hey! Those two watching the show over there! Do you care?"

Nian Nian answered him immediately and nailed an arrow to the ground in front of his toes. The man's toes shrank in shock, and then he heard Nian Nian say slowly: "Hit him well, we have seen enough."

Just take care of it.”

Nian Nian's arrow was really tricky. It flew just when he was about to dodge but didn't, and directly blocked the movement of his feet. At this moment, it was too late to change direction, and he could only watch helplessly.

A sharp cold wind hit him head-on.

Although San Chi Shui didn't know the purpose of Nian Nian's arrow, he caught the person's figure and immediately switched to a move "Sancai Transformation", pointing directly at the three points between the person's eyebrows and temples on both sides.

, the speed is as fast as three swords thrust out at the same time.

Sanchi Shui saw that the three swords were about to fall on the face of the man in gray, and he felt secretly happy. He was about to utter a taunt, but saw that this man was still unhurried and smiled at him at this critical moment.

one time.

As soon as this smile flashed into Sanchishui's eyes, a sharp pain shot through his wrist at the same time. Sanchishui felt the pain, and the hand that drew the sword couldn't help but tremble, and the tip of the sword was not affected.

He tilted his head outwards in a controlled manner, wiping the man's cheek and piercing the air.

The move failed, and Sanchi Shui was still unwilling to give in. He flipped his wrist and was about to send the sword edge horizontally into the neck of the person in front of him. He was shocked when he glanced at the opponent's movements and quickly stepped back several times.

Stepping forward, he looked at the man in gray and the knife in his hand in shock.

After Sanchi Shui took a few steps back, he immediately looked at his right wrist. First, a few drops of blood seeped out, and in a moment, a deep blood mark appeared on his wrist, although it was not enough to make him unable to lift it.

When he raised his sword, he couldn't use any skills, but his hands were shaking slightly under the severe pain, which still compromised the strength he could exert.

"What's your name?" Sanchi Shui, who had calmed down a little, asked the man in gray.

"Zimo." The man in gray clothes held his knife in his right hand, but the tip of the knife was pointed downwards, and answered Sanchishui with an unchanging smile.

Only then did Sanchi Shui notice that the man's scabbard had been turned from the right side of his body to the left side, and Zimo had just pulled out the knife with his right hand, scratching his wrist, and taking advantage of the empty door in front of him.

When he opened, he raised the knife to strike down. If he hadn't retreated quickly, there would have been a stab wound from top to bottom on his body.

Sanchi Shui's fighting spirit suddenly rose. He raised his hand and took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, poured a few pills into his mouth, and pulled up the blood line that had just fallen due to injury.

Then he glanced at his wrist, which was no longer bleeding due to the effect of the blood medicine. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands, pointed the tip of the sword straight at the sky, and showed a wanton smile to Zimo: "Zimo, right? Let's do it again!"