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Hazel is very focused.

He has always been a focused person and is very proud of it. He always says to others: "Concentration is the most basic quality of a person," and then adds: "Thus can you become an excellent person."

The additional sentence has no subject, but everyone who has heard it with his own ear can find the subject in Hazel's humble and proud face.

Although the magic lights in front of him filled the small cliff, and the figures and vines were shaking constantly, he still focused on the collapsed deep pit beside the cliff, singing carefully while subtly adjusting the landing point of this skill.

All others can do is to stand stalemate with them and barely protect themselves, and what he can do is not only that. He only needs one skill to burn the hideous and ugly vine monsters under his feet to ashes. Therefore, he needs to concentrate on calculating the mana he can put in and the effective coverage of this skill.

Not only that, he also needs to embody the precise control of a high-level fire holy mage. Not only can he not burn those careless self-help people, but he also needs to perfectly avoid other innocent lives.

In this way, you are a focused and excellent person.

The skill is about to be completed, and with a few more syllables, the angry flames can fall among the monsters. Hazel was not in a hurry and still confidently and clearly spit out the last three syllables.

What spit out from his throat was not the thick man's voice in his imagination, but the funny "climbing" sounds, like a rooster pinching his neck.

Hazel opened his mouth, his eyes glaring out of his sockets, and a "grizz" sound was leaking from his throat with a sharp torn pain.

He didn't dare to bow his head, but only dared to hold his neck and look down hard, his pupils pressed against his lower eyelids, staring at the thin wooden stick that was still slightly trembling in horror.

The tail end of the wooden stick is two cross-cut sheets, each of which is polished into an elongated triangle with curved edges.

Is this an arrow feather? An arrow is inserted into my throat?

Hazel eagerly touched the back of his neck with his trembling hands, and suddenly retracted his hand after touching a sharp object, touching his throat again, but he didn't dare to touch the half-feathered arrow exposed outside.

Every breath was accompanied by suffocation, and he didn't even dare to swallow a mouthful of saliva. He couldn't see his wound, but it wouldn't be wrong to have a hole in his throat. Will saliva seep out of that hole? Do I look funny?

The more he thought so, the more saliva he secreted in his mouth. Hazel had never felt so embarrassed, but he still didn't dare to touch the arrow that penetrated his throat.

"Pull it out..." Someone around him said this, but when Hazel went to see it, he only saw a few pairs of dodging eyes.

He also knew that the arrow should be pulled out, but how to pull it out? Pull it forward or backward? Does this arrow nail through my throat? How to pull it out if it gets stuck in the bone?

He looked at his companion who was still resisting those monsters with help, but everyone was very focused on the enemy in front of him, and no one noticed him.

I noticed him every day, from the beginning, and I was observing his reaction at this moment. It seemed that this person was not a cruel and decisive enough, and if Master Guangming was not healed in time, even if he pulled out the arrow, the hole in his throat would not heal so quickly. Then another...

Another fire-type saint mage not far from him stopped singing when he saw the tragic situation of Hazel. Although he was still muttering something in his mouth, his eyes were constantly sweeping around, looking for something vigilantly.

Niannian knew that he was looking for the person who shot the cold arrow, and she did not intend to point the attack at him so quickly. She just planned to restrain the two fire holy mages and let them pause their magic singing. Now that the purpose has been achieved, there is no need to expose their position too much.

Now the night is heavy, and the battle situation over there is bright, and every year they probably won't find themselves in the dark with their human eyes, even though she is standing so brightly not far from the cliff.

After seeing the arrows of Nian Nian, Sanchishui stared at the battle situation over there and asked, "How to do it?"

Niannian didn't look at him, staring at the cliff over there, and asked him, "Can you go up?"

Sanchishui also glanced at the cliff, estimated the height, and nodded: "Yes."

"I'll cover you up, don't kill them all, let them be more busy." Every year he made a decisive decision.

Sanchishui didn't ask her how she planned to cover her, nor did she ask what she would do if she went up and was killed. She nodded gently, held the sword in her hand, lowered her body, and quickly approached the cliff where she was fighting fiercely.

Three-foot water carefully dodged the countless vines twisted and beaten on the cliff. Only when they approached could they discover the hideousness of these vines. They were like giant pythons that kept twisting, and the barbs on the vines were like poisonous sharp teeth. These vines extended out of the twenty or so human-shaped plants on the ground, some were climbing up along the cliff wall, and some were raised high, and then smashed heavily into the gap on the cliff.

Alas, it's not flexible at all. Sanchishui still has the mood to comment on the attack methods of these flower demons. Such a large number of people crowded here and swung them out indiscriminately. No wonder they would be suppressed by those who were condescending with magic.

He once again avoided a dark green vine as thick as a thigh, and his body jumped lightly on a piece of land without being covered with plants. It was rare that there was still a foothold in this place close to the cliff. He praised his good luck. After looking up, he half-squatted for luck and accumulating strength. He suddenly lifted his body, and took two feet in the air in a row, straight through the gaps among the two waving vines, heading straight to the top of the cliff.

The people on the cliff are not blind either, so naturally they have seen aliens or similar people in this group of monsters.

The magic bullet that had been prepared had hit Sanchi Shui's head. Sanchi Shui was not panicked. He was mentally prepared. He held the sword in his backhand and slashed it, scattering the two magic bullets, but this block had cut off his skills and his body fell along the cliff without being controlled.

Sanchishui was about to put the sword on the cliff and slow down his fall, but he felt something was wrong under his feet. He quickly lowered his head and saw two arrows inserted into the cliff under his feet. The arrow feathers were still trembling. He took the toes of his right foot and stepped on both feet, and rushed up with the elastic force of the two arrows.

Then two arrows appeared at his feet in the same way, and he continued to rush up again as the two arrows shot from year to year.

He had already reached the top of the cliff with his sword. He swept forward one hundred and eighty degrees with the sword, and rolled forward with the momentum of the sword. Before he could get up, he swept another sweep. He straightened his body and flipped his wrist and stabbed at a man in a robe in front of him.

The people on the cliff were busy dealing with a row of blue feathered arrows that suddenly flew toward, and wanted to avoid these two swords of three feet of water. Not to mention singing skills, they couldn't stand firmly at this time.

The holy mage who was stared at by Sanchishui was already retreating. When he saw a little cold light flying towards his face, he was about to fall when he tripped under his feet. Sanchishui followed the trend and pressed his right wrist, then pulled it diagonally upward, and a blood line appeared on the neck of the person in front of him.

The other leg kicked the man in the stomach and kicked him far away. Sanchishui immediately turned around to find the next target.

A fireball rushed straight to the shoulder of Sanqi Water. He was about to dodge sideways when he saw a hole in the fireball. A green light passed through it, rubbing his body and flying behind him. A painful groan came from behind him.

Sanchishui grinned and rushed to the man who set fireballs at him in a few steps. He tweeted his backhand from bottom to top. The man held a staff horizontally and wanted to block it. Sanchishui retreated with his elbow and then stretched forward, sending the tip of the sword into his chest.

Sanchishui withdrew his sword, moved his center of gravity backward, lowered his body, and swept his legs over, and the man in front of him had already covered his chest and fell to the ground.

Almost at the same time, a large shadow covered the cliff's top, and stretched out fangs to the people on the cliff's top like a group of snakes.

Sanchishui turned around and handed it out again. In his busy schedule, he saw a compass in the air slowly rotating. The huge blue array map projected by the compass just enveloped the angry plants under the cliff.

"withdraw."

A familiar calm voice came, and Sanchishui followed the sound and saw the man who claimed to be Lak standing aside, holding a bloody wooden arrow in his hand. A man covering his throat was rolling in pain at his feet, dyeing the grass into scarlet red, just in line with the color of his robes.

Sanchishui narrowed his eyes maliciously and stabbed Lak without saying a word. Lak calmly knocked on the ground with the staff in his other hand, and a huge transparent shield flashing with golden light appeared in front of him.

If the word Lark is not enough to attract the attention of others, this golden shield is too dazzling.

The people who had not noticed that Lark had been dodging and retreating to him. The people who had already shrunk to the light shield rushed into the forest and soon disappeared. Two people even dragged Hazel, who was moaning silently on the ground, and retreated deep into the forest.

Lak seemed to have not noticed those companions who left him alone, and curled his lips with contempt. He looked at the sword's tip as the three-foot water was getting closer and closer, and his body was still moving.

Sanchishui also saw the smile, and his hand holding the hilt tightened even more. He stared at the light shield with a burning look, and sent the sword in his hand over without hesitation.
Chapter completed!