Fairy’s Box

After escaping from the encirclement of the crossbow puppets and healing his injuries, Yale kept hitting the tree with his head. The huge tree that needed ten people to surround was smashed into pieces by him.

Miscellaneous thoughts! Miscellaneous thoughts! Must have been distracted!

The knight attributed the failure of his mind to lack of concentration, and stubbornly relying on pain to clear his mind. I don't know how many times I bumped into it, but driven by a strong obsession, he suddenly found that his mood seemed to gradually calm down, and his mind tended to be ethereal.

So the figure retreated in a hurry, slammed into the giant tree with all his strength, and shouted: "Miscellaneous thoughts! Go play with the eggs!"

Bang! The giant tree spewed out a lot of bark sawdust, and a large tree hole was cut out at the bottom of the trunk in an instant. Yale's eyes were filled with gold stars, and he fell into the hole on his back, sank into the water without a word, and slowly surfaced again.

The brief dizziness caused him to choke a few sips of water, struggling to prop up his body, and was about to leave. The sound of breaking the air from the rear rose into the sky, and the invisible puppet army had just arrived after hearing the sound, and countless invisible arrows rushed towards the tree hole.

At this moment, the knight had no time to regret it, his fighting qi surged to the fist peak, the three fists merged into one, and the black flames like torrents met the arrows. He quickly turned back and punched, punched through the tree hole and rushed out.

Whoosh! The bowstrings were connected together, and Yale knew that another arrow net was neatly opened.

try again!

He shook his heart, stopped abruptly, and folded his fists, his body was coated with a layer of metallic luster. Although the arrow body at the rear has not yet arrived, the fierce momentum has been pressed over first.

...to feel...the computing power of people is limited...the perception must be locked in a small environment centered on oneself...invisible arrows will strike, and this small environment will be disrupted, even if you can't hear it The sound of the wind, the temperature, the airflow, and even the smell, can change...

Ding-ding-ding! The dense crossbow arrows hit him like raindrops, and they exploded into pieces in an instant. The strength contained in each arrow was enough to break the stone.

In this continuous offensive, the solidification of the blade on Yale's back quickly showed cracks and continued to expand.

click! Finally, an arrow penetrated his shoulder blade. The knight's instinctual luck and grudge forced it out of the body, and at the same time accelerated the consumption and closed the gap again.

This kind of behavior of tearing things apart quickly made him pay a terrible price, and the feeling of arrows piercing his body constantly came from his back.

Darkness, boundless darkness, Yalei could not feel any light, sound, color... The only thing he felt was his body, as if he was immersed in the quagmire, constantly falling...

There was a sudden numbness in the back of his neck, he slanted his head in a strange way, the invisible arrow flashed past his skin, and there seemed to be a ray of dawn in front of him...

It hurts! Why is it so painful!

Before the knight could understand what was going on just now, the pain and powerlessness all over his body entered his mind, only to realize that he was carrying an unknown number of arrows.

boom! He violently blasted out most of the Dou Qi in his body, shattering the arrow, and at the same time, the Dou Qi was dispersed in a circular shock wave sandwiched by the water curtain, causing the steaming water vapor to cover a radius for miles.

The puppet army suddenly lost its target, and when the water vapor dissipated, the opponent had already fled.

While forcing out the broken arrow, the knight jumped and jumped between the giant trees, with fear in his heart.

Danger! This time, it was too dangerous, and the spirit was highly concentrated, but he fell into that strange state, and was almost shot to death by an arrow.

Almost escaping from a safe distance, Yale collapsed on a branch, his heart beating powerfully, and he kept recovering his lost physical strength. After only half an hour of rest, the wounds all over the body had stopped bleeding.

"Fortunately, I have this heart, otherwise, I don't know how many times I have died now." He felt arrow wounds all over his body, fearing that there were no less than thirty places, and he breathed greedily with lingering fears.

"However... Xinyan is too difficult. It not only needs to use the changes in the surrounding environment to accurately calculate the laws of motion of objects, but also make corresponding evasive actions in a short period of time... This is really a technique that humans can practice. ?"

Yale began to doubt the authenticity of the so-called mind. Even if the calculation range was reduced to three feet around, the amount of calculation at that moment was not something that humans could calculate.

But... In the end, he seemed to have avoided an arrow in the dark, what was the situation? instinct? Or, is that the right "eye of the mind"?

The knight silently repaired his body with his vindictive energy, jumped off the branch, and turned back in the direction from which he fled, secretly instructing: "I have to try a few more times!"

After wading forward for about three minutes, Yale heard a lot of uniform footsteps from the right side. He quickly jumped onto a giant tree, and followed the source of the sound to a punch!

In the face of the current puppet army, there is definitely a risk in frontal combat. First, the guerrillas are weakened to one-third of the original, and then continue to exercise.

boom! The water surface at the target was instantly evaporated by the black flames, and with the rising mushroom cloud, a large number of blackened wooden blocks scattered to the ground.

Not waiting for the water vapor to dissipate, it blasted past several times, and then immediately ran away. As soon as the knight's forefoot left, the rain of arrows covered the giant tree where he stood.

boom! --boom! --boom!

The three mushroom clouds tore the puppet army into four pieces. Yalei immediately rushed in like a flock of sheep, and completed the falcon sword transformation with both hands between the electric light and flint. The ten chain swords rolled over in the air, and where they passed, the puppets were chopped into pieces, disappeared, and the backlog floated on the water.

In order to vent the bitterness of being shot into a porcupine repeatedly, Yalei fought and retreated, fighting until late at night, tearing apart most of the puppet army that was chasing him, and then he was satisfied to put away the butcher knife.

The result of such a victory is that the puppets are not afraid of death. No matter how many companions die, as long as they can still move, they will continue to fight.

Seeing that there were only less than 100 people left in the puppet army, the knight stood still.

After getting a breather, the puppet doors quickly regrouped, formed a battle formation, loaded arrows into crossbows, stood in three rows, and used standard three-stage archery to form a whistling net of arrows.

Miscellaneous thoughts! Go play with eggs!

Yale flexed his arms to protect his head, extended his thoughts to the surrounding area again, and concentrated his mind into a single point!

Darkness surrounded him again. For some reason, this time in the dark world, there was a noise intertwined in his ears, and a mass of white light covered his body like a tide...

"Forehead!"

The pain reflected from all parts of the body to the brain, the knight couldn't help but let out a groan, his spirit relaxed, and he found that he had been shot into a porcupine again...

Failed again, let's withdraw first!