Chapter Ninety-Four: A Fatal Blow

said that it was too late, and then quickly, after the blue light hit the sleeping deer, it actually bounced back directly at Xingrou, but fortunately, the Nine Kings reacted in time and pounced on Xingrou, otherwise this time it would definitely hit Xingrou.

In the midst of the lightning, Xingrou suddenly realized why the Nine Kings didn't attack with internal force. It would be much more convenient if there was a gun in his hand at the moment, Xingrou thought regretfully.

Seeing that the two of them were avoiding, the sleeping deer quickly attacked again!

Xingrou shouted, "This can't be done, we don't seem to be able to fight back?" Why don't we run? ”

Jiuwang said: "This thing, once it smells someone's scent, it will lock this person and chase and kill until it eats people into its stomach, it is useless to run, it will always follow to the ends of the earth, and it can't let it run out of the dark continent, otherwise it will become a scourge in the world!" Today, it's either dead or we're dead! ”

Xinrou was secretly frightened, I didn't expect this thing to be so evil. Thinking again, as soon as he entered the dark forest, he encountered such a danger, Zhan Xianjun had been in for a day, and he didn't know what the situation was. I couldn't help but feel even more anxious.

"Is this beast only eyes?" Xingrou asked, without a ranged weapon, it was really not easy to attack its eyes head-on.

The Nine Kings dodged, looking for an opportunity to strike, and replied, "Do you see the four horns on its head?" Between the four horns, there was a white hair, and under the white hair, it was its life. But it's harder than the eyes to hit there, but I'm afraid that before I get close, I've been stabbed to death by the horns. ”

As he spoke, the Nine Kings had already slashed through the head of the sleeping deer, their fur was flying, and blood was dripping, but this injury could not be fatal to it at all, but it aroused its monstrous anger!

The sleeping deer roared angrily, attacked more fiercely, and rushed towards the Nine Kings with its head bowed.

Fortunately, the Nine Kings were agile, and it didn't pounce. The two of them fought for a long time, and no one took advantage of it.

It's not a way to go on like this, Xingrou thought.

Just now, the Nine Kings injured the Sleeping Basket, and the Sleeping Horn seemed to concentrate all his anger on him, temporarily giving up attacking Xingrou and pestering the Nine Kings all the time.

Starrou quietly withdrew and climbed onto a nearby tree.

She wanted to jump on the back of the sleeping deer, but unfortunately she couldn't do it lightly, so she had to climb up the tree and see the right time to jump on it.

The Nine Kings were in the middle of a struggle with the Sleeping Deer at this time, and they didn't have time to think about her strange behavior.

The sleeping deer was two people tall, shaped like an ox, and its back was too wide to be ridden with its legs between its abdomen, and it was easy to fall off.

So the action must be fast, jump on the back of the deer, grab the horns, and stab the vital point, you must do it in one go!

Xingrou knew that there was only one chance, and if she couldn't strike a blow and was thrown off by it, she was afraid that she would be torn to pieces by it immediately.

But she couldn't care about it anymore, and when she waited for a suitable angle, Xingrou took out a dagger, held a knife in one hand, and quickly jumped on the back of the sleeping deer!

Sensing the threat from its back, the Sleeping Roe was about to turn around, but Starrou landed on its back, grabbing the horns with one hand and holding the dagger in the other, and slammed into the white hairs on the top of its head with the momentum of its fall.

The sleeping deer let out a terrible scream, and the blood column spurted out from the wound on the top of its head, like a whale squirting water!

It swung its body frantically, trying to throw Xingrou down, but Xingrou grabbed the horns and didn't let go, and her face and body were soaked with blood spurted from the sleeping deer! The palm of the hand felt hot, probably because the skin was worn by the horns.