Vol 3 Chapter 852: Do you have any last words?

The wooden man saint who was frantically attacking Lu Qingxue suddenly stopped moving, and the tall tree man who was waving countless canes quickly jumped backward at an unimaginable speed.
The vine swung over again was shattered by Lu Qingxue's sword, and the two sides finally moved apart.
At this moment, a thick layer of fallen leaves and broken branches have been spread around Lu Qingxue.
"iron Man!"
The hoarse voice was full of horror at this moment, the entire trembling forest was shaking, and the leaves were falling.
However, there was no sound.
"Iron man, answer me quickly!"
Up to this moment, the Mu Ren Sheng couldn't accept the fact that the Iron Man had died.
In his memory, the iron man has a hard body comparable to a mecha shell, and any part of his body can be liquid metalized to complete instantaneous repair.
The ironized brain and heart made him immune to mental power attacks and the coercion of any mental vision.
It can be said that even the head of the bloodfang group... the man who brought supreme fear in the dark could not easily do it if he wanted to kill the Iron Man.
But why now, in the information he obtained through the perception of the entire forest, he can no longer get the breath of iron man?
Mu Fan moved his right foot away from the half iron head that was crushed into the soil, and looked at the tall tree man 30 meters away indifferently.
Although the opponent has the same height as the imperial body Shura, the weak aura is incomparable to a C-level mecha.
The Bloodfang group is just a group of people walking in the dark with their own peculiarities.
After all, it can't be on the table.
"Sure enough... the difference between you and Solomon... is too far."
Mu Fan looked up at "Tree Man" and said quietly.
"...Who are you anyway!" Mu Rensheng screamed in anger in the direction of Mu Fan.
"You gave me a blood tooth order, why do you ask who I am?"
The curved sickle blade that was spinning at the speed of Mu Fan's hand suddenly threw out at this moment!
The vines on the left hand of Saint Mu Ren's left hand were still slowly growing, and his right hand suddenly broke.
The tall Treeman didn't seem to react at this moment.
He strode back in horror when he heard the muffled noise of the heavy branches falling to the ground.
"From the time the Bloodfang Order was issued, you have never missed your hand. You will definitely die!"
The body of the wooden man sage began to shake at this moment, and then suddenly collapsed into countless canes in the next second, falling on the surrounding tree crowns, leaving only the echo of that sentence.
At this moment on the ground, numerous sharp wooden thorns were pierced simultaneously within a radius of fifty meters.
Lu Qingxue suddenly saw a circle of white moonlight beside Lu Qingxue, and she was on guard.
"I can't perceive it anymore."
After sweeping his cold eyes, he looked at Mu Fan, with questions in his eyes.
Because at this moment it seemed that the entire jungle had come to life, and it seemed that the entire jungle was the incarnation of the wooden holy man, Lu Qingxue could no longer determine the direction with her keen sense of temperature.
And Mu Fan didn't move a bit at all, the terrifying wood thorns drilled from the ground were actually stepped on in the dirt by his feet wrapped by the dragon rider and could not get out.
"He can't run."
The six energy braids flying behind Mu Fan's head pointed to four directions at this moment.
At this moment, Mu Fan came like a god.
Taking a gentle step, Mu Fan's body gradually disappeared.
The second step was taken, and only a shallow transparent outline remained.
As if walking into the mist out of thin air.
Mu Fan's breath also disappeared in Lu Qingxue's perception, but it clearly appeared in her eyes.
It was a road that spread straight ahead from where Mu Fan stood before, and all the wood thorns on this road exploded in an instant.
All the towering wooden thorns seemed to be blasted out of thin air.
The shallow outline appeared in the position before the split of the wooden man.
Head down and leaned over.
The legs jumped up suddenly.
In the midair, the dark golden gorgeous armor appeared.
Mu Fan staggered past the tall black bitter tree, but with his left hand lightly pulled out the dark golden short stick that was submerged in it.
When the hand armor and the dark golden short stick were held together, the two faint blue blades appeared again, bringing out a beautiful and gorgeous streamer in the air.
Supporting the ground with one hand, the body fell lightly.
The moment Mu Fan raised his head, a faint blue flashed across the eyes of the dark gold faceplate.
With a bang.
The earth waves blew up on the spot.
The brilliant blue mist danced in the air.
Mu Fan's body passed through the mist at this moment.
The next moment, the four afterimages that once ended the night ghost appeared again.
Every figure was blurred, but the curved sickle blade that swept through the air clearly proved that this was Mu Fan.
Mu Fan, who was wearing the Dragon Knight's armor, had already doubled his speed.
Under the entrapment of the dark golden afterimage, the four light wheels instantly became a radioactive route and expanded to the distance.
Among the densely scattered tree vines, there are four vines that are extremely thick and fast, but they are hidden in the deepest part.
Above them are the wriggling rattans.
This is the final result of the vegetalization of the Holy Body of the Wooden Man, which is to extend life through the form of plants, and finally reorganize into a complete human when it reaches a safe zone.
In a sense, Mu Ren Sheng, vitality should be the most tenacious existence.
However, today it has encountered the most terrifying hunter in the world.
The only inheritor of the temple... Mu Fan!
A light wheel silently catches up with the giant vine that is looking into the distance quickly, and then directly covers the surface of the vine with a beautiful and cold murderous intent.
The moment the light wheel touched the vine, it was twisted to pieces.
The entire vine seemed to roll in pain like a perception.
However, the light wheel did not stop, and a light trail was suddenly drawn in the air along this vine with precision and accuracy.
Four afterimages...
Four light tracks!
There was a sharp howl from the tip of the vine.
The boiling green juice splashed in the air.
At this moment, all the vines are violently twisting, flapping, and rolling.
The tiny vines withered at the same time, while the rest began to kink and gradually reunited.
The four figures disappeared at the same time.
A dark golden figure appeared at the forefront.
Mu Fan kept a forward posture, stomping on the ground with one foot, raising the earth soaring, the curved sickle blade in his hand stopped spinning.
His eyes turned calmly.
Seven or eight meters behind him, those canes condensed in the air into a human form with a snap, and fell to the ground.
This time, the state of the wooden man saint was extremely tragic, completely different from the state when he first appeared.
An unhealed sword mark remained in his eyes, and his arms were broken shoulders. There were four deep knife marks on the abdomen, waist, and thighs that could not be healed. The gurgling green blood was gushing outward.
The wood whiskers on his body are now declining, showing a state of withered.
The Wooden Saint lay on the ground. At this moment, his almost chopped legs were shaking, unable to move at all.
"Do you have any last words?"
Mu Fan, wearing a dark gold armor, walked to the wooden man saint, looked down and said lightly.
"……I do not…"
Sage Mu Ren said harshly~EbookFREE.me~ He wanted to speak his own voice.
"Needless to say."
A calm voice sounded, and Mu Fan interrupted the other party without blinking.
Then he waved the curved sickle and cut it down.
The blue light blade silently wiped Mu Rensheng's throat, and the weird and stern voice came to an abrupt end. The eyes swept by the sword mark were wide open, as if looking at Mu Fan silently.
The surrounding jungle instantly shuddered... Countless vines clinging to the trunk withered and fell.
Lu Qingxue stared at Mu Fan in amazement, and pointed to the corpse that looked like a root carving on the ground...
"Didn't you let him say his last words?"