Chapter 1726: Brighten up

Because of my knife, I can only cut off the vines the thickness of my fingers, but I can do nothing with the vines of the wrist.
This also directly caused the vines I faced five minutes later, all of which were the thickness of the wrist, or even thicker.
Faced with this situation, I expressed a lot of headaches.
With the blessing of the earth-yellow light, the cutting is continuous. No matter how hard you try, it will not help. Unless I try to cut with a sword, I am still a little far away from the tree body. Its body, if it can't hurt the deity, what's the point of cutting off more vines?
distressed......
Wandering in the surrounding layers of vines, it feels like a rat wandering among a group of snakes, both thrilling and exciting.
Anyone who is not careful may put his life here. In order to live, he can only be quicker and more alert. This is an instinct, an instinct to survive.
I'm weak enough to be forced to survive by a treeman.
At first, at level 8, he could single-handedly challenge the ghost-faced spiders at level 9, and even chase them in the tunnel.
That period of time, like a medal of glory, is engraved in my memory.
It's a pity that time flies, time flies...In fact, it hasn't been that long, it's just that the enemies encountered are different.
Now that I, at level ten, was trapped by an eleventh level treeman, it was hardly sad.
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After all, physical strength is limited.
Even if it is as strong as the Achilles and his cohorts, there will be time to exhaustion.
Not to mention me.
A feeling of exhaustion, like a tide, hit my body.
I can clearly feel that my movements have slowed down.
I was able to run easily on the vine, but now I can barely get caught by it.
At the same time, I was able to cut through a layer of stems and leaves with every knife, but because of the lack of arm strength, it was difficult to hurt it even more.
I whispered and panted, and tried to shuttle through the vines to survive, but I was finally by a vine that suddenly raged because of the inability to succeed.
Then, in less than a breath, my whole body was wrapped in layers of vines, like a zongzi.
Finish the bird.
This is the first thought that flashed through my mind.
Immediately afterwards, I desperately said: It's over, it's going to become a tree man dung. This is the result I don't want to see.
"Don't worry," Daidachi comforted me: "You won't become feces so easily. With your self-healing power, you can at least struggle in the tree-man's stomach for a week."
"Furthermore," Odachi smiled and said: "You will never see the day when you become a tree man dung."
"Huh?" I was overjoyed, holding the last hope, subconsciously asked: "Can you help me escape?"
"No," Otadao said, "It seems that you didn't understand what I meant. I mean, the reason why you can't see the day when you become is because you died before it became shit."
I glared at Odachi with the last bit of strength.
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"Xie Guang Slash."
An imperceptible voice sounded.
A surging force of fading is rapidly condensing.
The next second, white light flashed.
I heard the sound of breaking branches several times.
The Treant's vines trembled abruptly, and the strength of the bundle became weaker.
Being able to breathe freely, I first took a sharp breath, and then looked around, trying to escape from this vine cage.
However, there are too many vines to escape.
At this moment, another voice sounded. It was a female voice, very nice and clear.
"Tian Lei."
Suddenly, the slightly dim roof dropped a dazzling white light, and at the same time an explosion sounded in my ears, making my ears buzzing and my hairs standing upright.
After the explosion, the vines that bound me began to tremble, like the hands of a rare old man standing in the cold wind.
After shaking for about three or four minutes, the vines suddenly loosened, and I fell all the way down the leak, and fell again.
Because of my weakness, I couldn't stand up for a while, so I had to roll on the spot while holding the Odachi. After rolling to the side of the rock, I quietly observed the situation on the field.
The blindfolded elf adventurer still assumed a slashing posture, and had not had time to recruit.
Three meters away from him, a tall female elf, holding a staff of equal arm length, looked at the tree man.
About ten meters away from the two, the Shuren was angry and stared at the man and woman fiercely.
It has fangs and sharp teeth and looks terrifying, but what is funny is that the new vines on its canopy have become scorched and black at this time, and black smoke is rising.
In addition, I was still in certain locations and saw a few small flames that had not been extinguished.
Really raged.
But the female elf doesn't care if you are angry or not, just listen to her singing again, her voice tactfully and ethereal echoing, at the same time, the head of the magic wand quickly condenses a ball of crackling electric balls.
As the electric ball grew bigger and bigger, the Treant felt the threat more and more clearly. It twitched its roots and moved quickly, trying to take advantage of the situation to attack the female elf.
"Ignore me?" the blindfolded elf murmured, while the tip of the sword rushed down, then lightly raised, and said solemnly: "Ice Blade·Wave Sword."
Clusters of ice blades meander forward like a snake, heading straight to the tree man.
The treeman had been prepared for a long time, and dozens of vines burst at the same time, and it hit the snaking ice blade.
For a time, the broken ice thorns and broken vines fell on the ground, and when the power of the Ice Blade and Wave Sword was completely offset, only four of the dozen vines were still intact.
What a strong ice blade attack!
I secretly sighed.
The damage of the ice spur attack is still considerable, but more importantly, it is of strategic significance-it can slow down the opponent's movement speed and gain more attack time.
After eating this Ice Blade·Wave Sword, the four intact vines were taken back by the Treant at a noticeably slow speed. Immediately afterwards, dozens of vines rose actively and killed them towards the blindfolded elves and female elves.
In my opinion, the Ice Blade and Wave Sword cannot be counted on, after all, there are too many vines, and can only freeze up to a quarter.
In that case, how will he face this intensive attack?
While thinking about it, a clear gunshot broke my mind.
Looking up, I saw a male elf wearing a western cowboy hat, striding straight to the tree man.
White skin, clear water chestnut face, bright eyes like a sparrow, tall nose bridge, thin and closed lips, putting these almost perfect organs together, it becomes the handsome and extraordinary face in front of you .
The black lining shirt, lavender trousers, and a fluttering brown-red satin robe, as well as the corners of his clothes that flutter in the wind, all set off his chic style vividly.
And the new revolver in his hand made my eyes shine even more.
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