It's just that Xiyan is delicate, and he has been imperceptibly influenced by the god of war since he was a child, so in terms of the enemy, it is impossible to be careless at any time.

It's a pity that the deerclops didn't know that he had already died on the death star, and now he only had one fanatical idea, that is, to quickly snatch the fairy sword in the hand of this little girl, which is even more important than grabbing people's souls for Fuyao.

However, the deer-clutched monster is not a fool, judging from the situation when he used his yin and yang sleeves to sneak attack the mountain, it is obvious that he is also a spirit with rich skills and tactics, and he can transform into a human with the body of a deer, which means that his cultivation must be at least more than five hundred years.

After sorting out his thoughts a little, the deer-antlered monster slowly raised a pair of thick palms, and said silently in his mouth: "The spirit of the antlers, the soul of the stagger, I cast the spirit knot with my spirit, disease!"

After thinking about it, the seemingly ordinary palms of the deer-antlered monster actually turned white in an instant, and immediately formed a huge circle and rushed towards the position where Xiyan was standing.

As far as the aperture could reach, all the grass on the ground was broken, and even the sand and soil were rolling everywhere under the invasion of energy.

"Insect carving skills. ”

Xi Yan's face did not change and he glanced at the huge circle of light that was impacting him, and the remnant snow sword in his hand shook the wind, and a chill burst out of thin air in the sword body, flowing around Xi Yan's surroundings.

A moment later, the cold aura emanating from the sword body actually turned into thick ice picks, neatly arranged in the front and back of Xiyan.

"Curse the evil!"

Xiyan let out a silent scream, and after receiving the command, the ice pick that was suspended out of thin air instantly met the circle of light shot out by the deer-clutched monster with an indomitable momentum.

Although these ice picks of Xiyan don't seem to have anything peculiar, they don't seem to be as devastating as the Aperture of the Deerclops in terms of momentum.

But the moment the two forces came into contact, the circle of light conjured by the antler monster was immediately pierced by the root ice picks and countless large holes, and before it could impact in front of Xiyan, the circle of light had already exhausted its power and drifted away in the slightly smoky night wind.

However, the icicles that Xiyan forced out from the sword did not stop attacking, and after breaking the aperture of the deer-clutched monster, these icicles still slammed towards the place where the deer-clutched monster stood.

Although he was still close to the deerclops monster, the kind of chill emanating from the ice pick had already frozen him to the point that his hands and feet were numb, and his heart was even more terrifying.

Although he had long expected that this self-proclaimed fairy had a deep cultivation, he was at most in the middle of his life, after all, he looked like he was sixteen or seventeen years old, even if he started practicing in his mother's womb, his ability was definitely limited.

Of course, under normal circumstances, there is nothing wrong with his positive thinking.

However, as a spirit, he ignored a very important question, there were countless ancient gods and demons in the barbarian realms, how could the strength of those gods, demons, and demon descendants be judged from appearance?

Take Xiyan, who looks like a girl in front of her, don't look at her face as only sixteen or seventeen years old, in fact, as a descendant of the Protoss, she is already more than a thousand years old.

Of course, Ling Yan, the favorite daughter of the Emperor of Heaven, must be similar in age to her, but the lifespan of the Protoss is different from that of ordinary people in the Barbarian Realm, compared to the old monsters such as the Emperor Ling Xiao and the God of War Fanxian, who have experienced thousands of years, the two of them are indeed relatively immature.

Of course, these are all later words, so I won't show them here for the time being.

Besides, when the deer-antlered monster was frozen by the oncoming extremely cold ice picks, his limbs were numb, and those ice picks had already crashed into him with lightning speed.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of the wind breaking the wind with the ice picks whistling in his ears that the deerclops woke up from the shock, and when he raised his eyes to look at the situation ahead, he was suddenly frightened to the point that his heart was beating wildly.

However, in his busy schedule, he still poured all the cultivation of his whole body under his feet, and took advantage of the moment when the ice pick had hit him, and suddenly flew into the air.

Don't look at his body is a little bulky, but his body is extremely flexible, and this kind of rapid flying can dodge Xiyan's icicle attack at the moment of a thousand shots.

After losing its target, the icicle naturally stabbed into the ancient tree behind the deerclops.

The chill carried by the ice pick poured into the tree like a flood for the first time, and in the blink of an eye, the ancient tree that had been hit by the sky sneered several times and broke off from the inside out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a moment, it fell to the ground with a bang, causing a cloud of dust to fly in the forest, and even the other mountain birds in the forest who were sleeping overnight were frightened and fled in all directions, and all kinds of strange cries were heard on the field for a while.

The deer-clutched monster, whose body was suspended in mid-air, witnessed the tragic situation in the forest with his own eyes, and couldn't help but pat himself on the chest to show his happiness.

After Xi Yan made a light move to repel the deer antlers, he immediately shook his body smartly, transformed into the side of the kidnapped child, hugged him into his arms, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, child, sister protects you!"

At the same time, he glanced at the mountain in front of him from the corner of his eye, and saw that there was blood flowing out of his arms and abdomen, and he thought that he should be injured.

Thinking that he was also righteous and brave, Xi Yan generously took out two Returning Ruins Soul Pill refined by Senior Brother Heavenly Punishment from his pocket and threw them on the face of the mountain, and commanded in a calm tone: "This is the Returning Ruins Temple's Soul Pill, you take him, and the wound will heal in a few moments." ”

"Thank you...... Thank you. ”

Yama weakly stretched out his hairy monkey arm, grabbed the two living pills on the ground in the palm of his hand, and kindly reminded him: "That antlered monster has ...... There is a magic weapon of yin and yang sleeves, you ...... You must not be big...... Be careless and beware of his sneak attack!"

"Don't worry!"

Xi Yan grinned slightly, and responded casually: "This antler monster has harmed countless people, and he doesn't want to be alone today!"

As he spoke, he raised his head slightly and glanced into the air, looked at the deer-clutched monster suspended in mid-air, and asked loudly: "Do you admit defeat in this gambling fight?"

"Nonsense. ”

The antler-torn monster squinted at Xiyan on the ground, and retorted angrily: "It's just a move, don't want me to admit defeat easily!"

After that, the antler-ored monster quickly shook the robe in his left hand, looked at Xiyan with a wicked smile, and said arrogantly and provocatively: "I'm going to make a trick next, if you admit defeat now, it's still too late, if you don't admit defeat, I'm afraid you'll have to follow in the footsteps of Shanzhen!"