Seeing the nine-colored fairy deer finally appear, I couldn’t say whether it was a regret or relief every day, but I always felt relieved.

No matter what, no matter what the result is, I finally saw hope of ending it all.

Although I have not received more time-consuming and energy-intensive tasks before, I still feel that this journey this time is really exhausting.

Even the mission of catching the Blue King Whale with the people in the group was not so hard now.

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

Zimo's knife had not been unsheathed and was always hung around his waist. His right hand was leisurely placed on the hilt, and it was impossible to tell whether he was grasping the hilt.

Now, finally seeing the goal of this trip, and seeing the goal that has been calculating and hard-working for many days, Zimo held the hilt of the knife tightly, and soon felt a little sweaty and itchy in his palm, as if he was holding it on a soldering iron.

Zi Mo seemed to have accidentally swept over the position of the nine-colored fairy deer, and then looked at the three-foot water standing beside it holding a sword.

It seemed that the strange self-protection mechanism was activated again, and the man looked like a dull and dumb mechanical appearance again.

And the other two...

Zi Mo looked up, but did not see the compass that Mingtang players always prepared. He looked down and did not realize that he had planned to play any music.

Is this resistance? Or is there some other plan?

These two questions just flashed away. Zimo had already stepped out of the foggy forest and walked towards the nine-colored fairy deer.

Sure enough, as he stepped onto the clearing ground in the forest, three feet of water rushed forward and raised his sword to chop at him.

Zi Mo's knife had already been unsheathed, and one blow overwhelmed the sword edge of three feet of water.

Almost at the same time, a blue arrow light flew out from behind Zimo. Looking at where he was going, he aimed at a deer antler from the nine-colored fairy deer.

That year, he flashed his body and sent himself to the tip of the arrow every year. Tang Qingli also raised his hand and threw out a compass and flew to Zimo's head.

The two arrows arrived again, and the blue colors intertwined. The blue one was lightly attached to the bottom of the compass, frozen itself and the compass, and then landed on the ground together.

The light of another blue arrow suddenly accelerated, catching up with the first arrow - this arrow was only one punch from Sui's chest - and then split it in half, and finally folded it at a right angle toward the ground in front of Sui's chest, leaving a deep hole on the ground.

Zi Mo did not look at Nian's response, but slashed at Sanqiu Water with one knife, forcing Sanqiu Water to retreat in one step, holding the sword in both hands and supporting it.

Tsk, it turns out that fakes are weak!

Zi Mo secretly complained to himself, and then another knife was pressed over without hesitation, but it turned out that Sanchi Shui had already avoided Zi Mo's blade trajectory, and the faint tip of the sword pierced obliquely under his ribs.

Zi Mo grinned, flipped his wrist, and swung his body and used the sword to swing the sword with his back. Then he raised his arm and cut the blade towards the neck of Sanqiu Shui.

Sanchishui retreated again, but Zimo stepped forward reluctantly, and changed his backhand to forehand. He opened and closed his sword and slashed towards Sanchishui with one knife, while he forced Sanchishui to step back.

The compass, which was frozen to the ground by a arrow every year, flew up from the ground in circles, and threw 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 sent back to the ground by a arrow every year, turning into a lump of ice.

Zimo, who swept this scene with his own light, couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This was just like the same as before her piercing her throat to interfere with the chanting of magic.

At this time, Sanchishui was about to retreat to the nine-colored immortal deer, and Zimo had already seen Sui Kong Kong's hands.

This person...

Zi Mo's reaction was also fast enough, and immediately thought that Sui probably removed his weapons in advance - for example, handed them over to Sanchishui or Tang Qingli for safekeeping - to avoid causing trouble to Niannian and the other two.

This method is much smarter... Zi Mo, who was thinking this way, suddenly saw Shisui rushing towards him with her fists and swallowing the words she had just said back into her stomach.

Let the weak Confucian scholars end up fighting in a hand-to-hand battle? The deer’s idea is also strange!

Looking at the fist in Piaopiao's long-sleeved white, Zimo felt that he hadn't played like this since he played the game for a while, or had he been played like this?

Zi Mo looked at Shi Sui's fist, and didn't even hide. He ignored his existence and continued to slash at the distorted three-foot water.

But Nian Nian in the distance did not ignore this punch and another punch.

In addition to Shisui, Tang Qingli was also the one who lost his weapons. At this time, he was punching Zimo's back, just like Shisui.

Niannian was speechless when he saw the actions of these two people, and a complaint appeared in his heart that was exactly the same as Zimo's voice at this moment.

Every year, he pressed the idea of ​​freezing the two of them into ice lumps and shot one arrow at the two of them, one left and one right.

A arrow flew obliquely to Tang Qingli's feet, causing a small wave of soil, which immediately made Tang Qingli fall to the side unsteadily.

Another arrow passed through the wide sleeves of Shisui's clothes, and the huge momentum directly led to the fist of Shisui's fist.

Tsk, I didn't see it. Nian Nian shook her head and whispered that it was the strength of her arm.

Zi Mo's next knife also pressed against the sword edge of Sanchi Shui, and behind Sanchi Shui was the nine-colored fairy deer standing still.

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

Too honest, right? Every year I also feel a little weird.

Before the two of them could carefully capture this fleeting thought, Sanchi Shui, which was suppressed by Zimo, suddenly stepped back with great strides, and turned around and sent the Yunji sword in his hand into the neck of the Jiu-colored Fairy Deer.
Chapter completed!