From the intersection of Joan of Arc and Zero's eyes, to the fierce collision between the two, to the brief confrontation between Ling Mo and the stitching monster, there was a rabbit up and down, but it was only a few minutes, but a bunch of viewers in the live broadcast room were dazzled and enthusiastic!

"It's the first time I've seen the battle between sixth-level demonic beasts so closely, it's so enjoyable!!"

"This is a sixth-level peak demonic beast! It's all melee based! It's better to fight than in the movies!"

"That girl who calls herself Zero is too perverted in melee combat! She didn't bring any weapons, so she relied on a pair of iron fists to blow up Miss Joan of Arc!"

"It's not going to blow up, is it?

"There is a back and forth of bullshit! Miss Joan of Arc was completely suppressed, and occasionally counterattacked twice, all of them were blind cats meeting dead rats!"

"Water friend 'Asuka' rewarded the anchor with a devastating one!At the same time, he left a message: Support the statement upstairs! I opened EVA in Molten City, and I have some experience in melee combat!"

"If it weren't for Miss Joan of Arc inexplicably using Teacher Ling's skills, she would have been cold a long time ago!

"In those few seconds, Zero is really handsome! Dozens of punches are flowing down, obviously hitting people, but it looks even more beautiful than dancing!"

"The two fists carry the blue divine purification light, and with the shadow behind them, they are so handsome! Coach, I don't want to be a mage anymore! I want to learn this! By the way, is this profession called the Blue Fist Holy Envoy?"

"This profession is so handsome! But I think that combo would be more handsome with a muscular man!"

"Upstairs is full of stupid forks, the Blue Fist profession is very weak at first glance, and it is far from Teacher Ling's martial arts! Haven't you noticed that Zero's physical strength is actually not high? The attack power is also very weak, it seems that it has only unilaterally strengthened its speed and dexterity!"

"The official certified ID 'Sky Watcher' rewarded the anchor with two ultimate wave cannons! At the same time, he left a message: To put it bluntly, this profession is still half a mage! It's not even a fart without divine energy! It's not like Mr. Ling's martial arts at all, and it has completely transformed into a new profession!"

"Blue Fist Sewer! Although it is the first time I have seen this profession, I don't know why there is a will in the dark that makes me think that this profession must be a sewer!"

"However, Zero's limbs regenerate so quickly! half an arm grows in one swing of punch, and it looks like this profession definitely has two brushes!"

"Sailor 'Lazy Angel Jia Baili is my wife' rewarded the anchor with a claw of death! At the same time, he left a message: A group of goods who don't know Taishan with eyes will see the fancy battle between Joan of Arc and Zero, if it is really about technical content, Mr. Ling dodges the Ragdoll Bear's eye rays, and the short body and a bully are the real unparalleled in the world!"

"The official certified ID 'Archon of Light' rewarded the anchor with a Holy Light Apocalypse! At the same time, he left a message: To be honest, the technical content of this action is too high! With my own more than 400 years of melee experience, I swear by my own more than 400 years of melee experience, I feel a little numb when I see this scene!"

"The official certified ID 'Deathwing' rewards the anchor with a terrifying tide! At the same time, he left a message: Watcher! I didn't expect to see you for decades, although your strength has declined, but your combat skills have become more and more sophisticated! When you and I return to our heyday, I will definitely take your head to avenge the removal of my scales!"

“......”

No matter how lively it was in the live broadcast room, Joan of Arc, who was carried by Ling Mo, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that Zero had escaped safely in the end:

No way, according to the legend of the Headless Horseman, it is useless to cut off the head with the help of others, and only by defeating the other party and cutting off his own head with his own hands can he return his neck intact. If Zero really died at the hands of Ling Mo, her last glimmer of hope would be shattered. At that point, she really couldn't guarantee what she would become.

Ling Mo didn't think about it so much, he gently put the Joan of Arc in his hand on the ground, and said with a smile:

"How's it going? I've had a fight with my head, how do you feel now?"

Joan of Arc was a little dizzy at this time, and he couldn't stand on his feet steadily, so he wasted a lot of effort to stabilize his spirit, and Joan of Arc said with a wry smile:

"I'm no match for her. ”

"So sure? Maybe it's because you've just broken through to the sixth-level peak, and you're not very skilled in both body control and the Great Prophecy Technique?"

"Mr. Ling, don't put gold on my face," Joan of Arc shook his head and said gloomily: "In today's battle, I was actually being beaten unilaterally, and I was able to exchange injuries for injuries, just because that imposter hadn't seen my moves, and the response was a little hasty." But it's not going to work again and again, she's now familiar with my fighting style, and she's sure she'll be able to push me into a corner little by little with her extremely solid basic skills. ”

"Can't you turn the tables with the Great Prophecy?"

"It's difficult, my rank is slightly lower than hers, and it is impossible for a powerful divine word to take effect," Joan of Arc thought to herself, feeling that there was still no chance of victory: "Even if it is a distracting divine word, it is difficult for me to guarantee how effective it will be, but in any case, as long as I use the Great Prophecy Technique, my energy will be drained, and if it cannot play a decisive role, I will die." ”

"Since there is no chance of winning at all, why don't you go home directly, continue to live in your headless horsemann population, and make a comeback after practicing the Fuxia Divine Skill?"

"Mr. Ling, you are laughing, whether the little woman can turn the tables or not, whether she can fight back to the limit depends on you!" Joan of Arc put on a smiling face and praised without restraint: "Seeing Mr. Ling's unimaginable combat skills, my admiration for you is simply a five-body throw! If it weren't for the body of this necromantic creature, I would love to throw myself into the arms of martial arts in the next second! For the sake of my sincere yearning and the face of your friend Santa Claus, Mr. Ling, please be sure to teach me one or two big moves that can turn the tables in a desperate situation!"

Looking at Joan of Arc's face full of smirks and sneers, listening to her undisciplined praise, Ling Mo pointed at her face with some tears and laughter, and then said: "Do you think that if you praise me for two sentences, I will not know the southeast and northwest, right?

"I know, but it's not costly to boast two sentences, why not do it?" Joan of Arc finally felt better at the moment, touched his stomach, and said with some embarrassment: "However, before learning the big move, I think it's better for us to find a place and have a full meal first." After the battle just now, the Great Prophecy has drained all the energy in my body. In human terms, I feel like I'm hungry and want to bite on everything I see. ”

"Indeed, after the transformation, I felt a little hungry, and it was more efficient to go to eat first. Ling Mo nodded, and then glanced around, at this time, the ghost lantern demon in mid-air had already run away without a trace, the sky was as blue as a wash, and the sun-wheel flowers under his feet had just been ravaged by the aftermath of the battle of several people, and it was also a mess, a large number of sun-wheel flowers fell to the ground, not like they could bear funny fruits in a short period of time, and it was estimated that it was very difficult to eat here.

After thinking about it, Ling Mo said:

"Before I came here just now, when I sensed the direction of the energy flow of the leylines below, I felt that there was a plant settlement near here, in the opposite direction to the Sun Wheel Flower Bush, which was slightly weaker than the Sun Wheel Flower Bush, should we try our luck there?"

"How far is it? If it's too far, I'm afraid I'll go crazy if I can't make it to the ground. ”

"Within ten kilometers, can you hold on?"

Seeing Joan of Arc nodded, Ling Mo stopped talking, and was about to trigger it again, when suddenly he patted his head, took two steps forward, picked up a long object on the ground, and said with a smile in his hand:

"The strange bear dropped this as he was leaving, and almost forgot. ”

Joan of Arc also patted his head, no wonder, after all, it was something thrown by the enemy, and it was normal to think it was a trap if you didn't look carefully, and forget it. She leaned over with some curiosity and asked, "Mr. Ling, what is that bear for you?"

"It's a piece of paper, he probably wants to leave me some message, right?" Ling Mo guessed, it was a snow-white printer paper, neatly folded, without a single wrinkle, and it looked like it had been carefully preserved. While speaking, Ling Mo unfolded the note in his hand, and sure enough, the familiar printed handwriting appeared in front of the two of them again:

Pamela was dying of illness in the basement, and the colleague next door was singing obscene platitudes, and the other side was playing with the newborn children. Upstairs there were two people laughing and playing cards. At the altar across the street, Harrow was crying about her misery. The joys and sorrows of the creatures in the world are not the same, I just think they are noisy. ”

After reading the note, the two looked at each other for a moment, and Joan of Arc said, "It seems that this researcher, who is respectfully called 'father', does not love them as much as Pamela and Harrow thought. ”

"I don't think so, no one can really understand the grief of others, even the crying of a loved one, sometimes it will only make you feel noisy. Ling Mo stared at this note for a long time, and when he spoke again, there was a hint of depression in his tone for some reason: "It is very stupid and unreasonable to forcibly ask others to communicate with one's own heart, and the final outcome will definitely not be too good." ”

"Is that so?" Joan of Arc was noncommittal, obviously not agreeing with Ling Mo's opinion, but seeing Ling Mo's expression, she didn't continue the topic, Ling Mo pointed to the words on the paper with his fingers, examined them word by word, and then folded the note very preciously, put it in his trouser pocket, looked up and said to Joan of Arc:

I like this sentence very much, and because of this sentence, the next time I meet that ragdoll bear, I can give it a chance to say his last words. ”

Joan of Arc pursed her lips and said, "It doesn't matter. Importantly, Mr. Ling, from this note, do you understand what message the disgusting bear is trying to convey?"

"Obviously, no. ”

Ling Mo smiled: "Only the weak go to play those boring decryption games, relying on those so-called 'clues' to find answers. The strong only need to crush all the way, and the answer will automatically appear in front of you. If it doesn't appear, if necessary, it will simply destroy Talon County completely. ”

Joan of Arc gave Ling Mo a thumbs up, expressing a 'you are really domineering'. Immediately, the two of them began to run again along the way they came, this time walking fast and fast, and they had no time to pay attention to the scenery on both sides. Halfway through, Joan of Arc suddenly said with some concern:

"Mr. Ling, didn't you say before that there are only two or three places near Dalong County that can really support sixth-level demonic beasts?

"Don't worry. A cloud of blue-gray energy emerged from Ling Mo's hand, handed it to Joan of Arc, and said, "Do you think that my 'Zero Skill Foundation' is easy to unravel? Although it is used by your body, the power is somewhat discounted, but within eight hours, that imposter will definitely be in an energy seal state, if I meet you, I should laugh three times." ”

"Is that so?" Joan of Arc relented slightly, and shut up without speaking. As the two walked farther and farther apart, the surrounding scenery began to change slowly:

There are fewer and fewer towering vegetation of all kinds, and the trees are no longer dense, but gradually becoming sparse. The damp and sticky feeling in the original forest gradually faded and began to become refreshing, and on this abandoned old mountain, the vertical height has only dropped by 200 meters, and the environment has changed from a forest area to a grassland area. Continuing to walk, the grassland turned into a wasteland, and after a few gentle slopes, what appeared in front of me was the endless Gobi.

The air became dry and hot, in stark contrast to the dense forests several kilometers away. People have to sigh that the Jedi are the Jedi, and the switching of the environment does not talk about the basic law at all. There are no obstacles on the flat Gobi Desert, there are spider web-like cracks everywhere, and the field of vision is unusually open. Looking into the distance, Joan of Arc easily saw that in the northeast direction, there was a large area of giant green plants, which looked a little illusory and distorted due to the influence of the heat wave, and was looming at the horizon at this time.

Joan of Arc pointed over there and asked, "Is that our goal?"

"Yes and no," Ling Mo didn't look back, and ran directly towards the southeast with Joan of Arc, without even looking at those green plants: "On the Gobi Desert in the rotten land, there lives this kind of ghost called 'Mirage'. These guys often create illusions in the desert and the Gobi Desert to lead travelers in the wrong direction. When the traveler is exhausted, thirsty, and exhausted, these mirages will swarm up and suck up the traveler's out-of-body soul. ”

Joan of Arc nodded to be taught, and followed Ling Mo for a few more miles, and in his field of vision, the plants in the phantom gradually appeared, revealing their true faces:

It was a giant pillar cactus that was super huge, more than ten meters high!

Originally, although this kind of cactus is not very common, it is not a rare species, and it is distributed in deserts all over the continent, as if the cactus ball raised at home has been thickened dozens of times and stretched hundreds of times, and the green skin on the body is covered with all kinds of sharp radiation thorns. But the shape of these giant pillar cacti in front of me is particularly weird:

At the top of the stout column, there are three hollows in the shape of an inverted griff, which looks like a particularly simple human face; on each side of the column, there is a small fork like an 'arm', and at the end of the 'arm', there is a red swollen sarcoma! From a distance, it looks like a pair of fist gloves, and these giant pillar cacti are like strong fist beaters ready to attack, and the appearance is unbearable.