Chapter 901: Exotic vine

Chapter 901 singular vines
Zhang Binghua is naturally more careful. He is the same as before, he will sacrifice the red spirit and defend the jade, and check the scattered bones. The injured places are different, some are in the head, some are In the ribs, etc., more, I did not see any injuries, presumably did not hurt the bones, but the wounds can be seen, are small, small holes, it seems similar to the needle!
"This is strange. If it is killed by the scorpio, it must be a bone, how can it be complete? Even if there is a complete bone, it is also a big hole in the bowl. How can it be so small? Is there any other beast?" Zhang Xiaohua secretly sinks.
However, this is a lot of bones, naturally indicating that the route is correct, even if it is not the same palace as the Ruijin Temple, and relying on Zhang Xiaohua's cheap character, it is also a matter of all.
Holding the prajna epee, the dream is also driven in front of the body, Zhang Xiaohua steadily forward, and half a meal, Zhang Xiaohua suddenly stopped, not here is amazing, and It was a sudden scent in his nose that smelled a faint fragrance.
This fragrance is very weird. Although it is extremely light, it can be very sorrowful. But if it is carefully smelled, it is somewhat erratic. Even Zhang Xiaohua’s thoughts have to be touched. Going to pursue, and at this moment, Zhang Xiaohua’s heart suddenly stunned, and a thin silk vine appeared in the messy ruins under his feet. Just like the green lightning, he stalked the foot of Zhang Xiaohua!
Zhang Xiaohua’s knowledge has always been released. Only the heart is attracted by the fragrant incense. One is not entangled in silk vines. When he sees the thin silk vines, he immediately understands the cause of death of the previously seen bones. ? During the finger movements, the dream is a whistling, extremely precise cut on the silk vine. The dream side is sharp, and the silk vine is immediately broken. However, this silk vine seems to have life. After a light green juice oozes out, it is also shaking and shaking.
"嗖", the silk vine did not withdraw. Instead, the first one was lifted up, and it was going to be wrapped around Zhang Xiaohua’s body. "This is still..." Zhang Xiaohua thought, the ruthless epee in his hand The wave is the stem of the silk vine on the front ground.
"啪" sounded, the silk vine broke from the stem, and the front part fell like a dead snake on the ground.
The rest, when you see it, is immediately retracted.
Not waiting for Zhang Xiaohua to see the broken silk vines pick up and watch, suddenly it was a breeze, and when Zhang Xiaohua looked up, he was shocked!
I saw that the ruins of the station where he stood, I don’t know where it is, maybe it’s a broken place, maybe it’s a crack in the ground, or a crack in the pillars. There are countless silk vines like a wicker in the sky, and all the flowers of Zhang Xiaohua are in all directions. It is covered!
"This... Is this the result of Liu Shucheng?" Zhang Xiaohua was shocked. Putting the ruthless epee on the ground, he took out the nameless sword from the belt. The silk vine was really powerful. Zhang Xiaohua just took the sword. Withdraw, countless silk vines in all directions are flying and attacking Zhang Xiaohua.
Although Zhang Xiaohua was horrified, she could not be too flustered. She had already tried it with dreams and prajna. It was not particularly difficult to deal with. So, the left-handed method was shaken, within a square, it would be driven by dreams. It is possible that the silk vines that are going deep into this are all smashed, and the right-handed sword is also infused with infuriating, pushing the swordsman and waving in the whole body.
There may never have been such a scene in the ruins. A small sword is like a dancing elf. It dances happily in a square. No one moves, there is a green silk vine, and each green silk vine Landing, it is a small green juice splashing, and the three-footed swordsman in the small sword is also the same, but for a long time, Zhang Xiaohua is under the countless broken silk vines.
Zhang Xiaohua laughed and laughed. He walked a few steps forward. He was empty in front of him. He has entered the ruins. He has never been so refreshed. Although this vine is a deadly killer for ordinary rivers and lakes masters, For Zhang Xiaohua, it is just like the wicker that I played in Guozhuang in my childhood. There is no lethality at all!
It is also the work of half a cup of tea. The ground has already splashed countless green juices, but this juice has a faint fragrance, which is what Zhang Xiaohua had previously heard.
Just as Zhang Xiaohua was as striving as a stroll, and in the past, the countless silk vines were suddenly blown by the wind, and suddenly they disappeared, and at the same time, a whistling sound, from far away And near.
The laughter is like a whistle, sharp, not wanting to be sent out from the mouth of a person, not waiting for Zhang Xiaohua to hesitate, descending from the sky is a row of afterimages, it is a thick, wicker-like branches. Just like the long whip that is common in the rivers and lakes, it is only from the sky, but the speed of this whip is too fast, and the real body is not seen, and only a row of shadows is seen in the eyes.
When Zhang Xiaohua sees it, he does not think about it. He jumps in the air and wants to hide this whip. I know that this branch has just been under him. The front end is a glimpse. The is covered, and Zhang Xiaohua will One finger, flying away from dreams, straight to the outside of the stem, and he himself is a right hand wave, Jianmang skyrocketing, all of a sudden cut off the head of the head.
The sound of "哧" sounded, the sword mans was cut on the branches, and it came in. A scent of juice was also sprayed out. However, the swordsman was only pierced, but it was cut, but it was impossible, and the branches were awkward. It is to shake off the long sword, and at this time, the dream is also pierced into the stem, the knows that it is through the body, straight through the thick branches.
The branches hurt, and they swayed in the air. The magic is that these small swings, which were pierced by dreams, have gradually contracted, and the wounds of Jianmang are gradually shrinking.
"The power of wood, the power of life! It is extraordinary!" Zhang Xiaohua suddenly understood the meaning of the power of wood, that is, the gold power of weapons such as dreams, long swords, but also can not restrain the huge branches.
Seeing the weapon is not working, Zhang Xiaohua’s first thought is the fire symbol. I saw that he shook his hand and received a long sword. Several fire characters were played, and the blunt sound of
噗噗
was a few flames. Burned on the branches.
However, this flame is also very small, compared with the huge branches, it is really not enough to see, that is, Zhang Xiaohua’s own heart is also awkward, the branches are burning, the branches seem to be a little scared, but then Is to squirt the light green juice from the branches, only to press the flames... is to extinguish!
The miracle of Zhang Xiaohua’s wing is not present after all!
"Hey, is the battle of Immortality so complicated?" Zhang Xiaohua frowned and began to think about what tools to use. It took no moment to think about it. The instruments in the purse seemed to have no effect on this branch. At this time, the branch is again the pumping claws will come over!
For a time, Zhang Xiaohua made a big fuss, and he probed his hand. He pulled up the prajna epee from the ground and smiled. "But it is a wicker. I have to look at it. You will be ruined, what can you make?" Moth!!!"
Speaking of a sword, it is a branch.
The branches are very flexible, but they can't hold the swordsmanship of Zhang Xiaohua's hands. "There is a slap in the slash, and the epee is pierced into the branches. A light green juice is sprayed out, and Zhang Xiaohua does not look at it. When the prajna was pulled out, then it was a hand-shake, a sword flower, and the "brushing" point was above the branches, but in the blink of an eye, seven or eight fist-sized holes were left on the thick branches.
Zhang Xiaohua recruited the sword and was about to re-pierce it. I know that the branch is different from the previous reaction. The jitter of the branch is first, and then it is enlarged. It does not stop. Zhang Xiaohua knows one. Sweeping, I was surprised to find that the ruins of the prajna epee were different. The holes were different from the wounds that were smashed by dreams. They did not heal. Instead, the light green sap did not stop, and they kept coming out~~
"Ha ha ha" Zhang Xiaohua overjoyed: "It is a thing to drop a thing!"
Immediately, it was changed to Zhang Xiaohua's claws and claws. When the body was stretched, it was the result of weaving the dream sword and stabbing the branches that were still shaking in the air.
"噗噗噗" a few sounds, and several holes appeared on the branches. The branches were hovering, and the branches were drawn across the waist of Zhang Xiaohua. Zhang Xiaohua flashed, and the branches stalked Zhang Xiaohua to avoid. "Aloud, I went back!"
Where will Zhang Xiaohua let go, will be one vertical, just keep up.
The speed of branch retraction is very fast, but for a long time, Zhang Xiaohua is just throwing away, and it is a straightforward half-baked tea. In front of it is a damaged palace. Next to a pillar, the plaque is written on it. "Aoki Temple".
When I saw the plaque of this Qingmu Temple, Zhang Xiaohua’s heart was stretched, and it’s not necessary to say it. Going forward, it’s definitely the
weak water temple
,
from the fire hall
and the
thick temple
, but I don’t know, the ruins. Central, within the five elements of the big line, is there a "Mo蹙 Palace"?
Look around, this Qingmu Temple is not too far from the Fire Hall. According to the previous memory, Zhang Xiaohua is holding the prajna epee and walking towards it without fear.
As early as in the Temple of Qingmu, there were not many bones that I saw just now. There were only scattered scattered ones. It must have been hurt by the thick branches. When I entered the Qingmu Temple, it was clean and clean. I think everyone did not escape the branches. The attack, all died on the way to the Qingmu Temple!
It’s just... What is worthy of so many people coming to this Greenwood Hall?
The same is true of the Ruijin Temple, so no one is going?
Zhang Xiaohua looked at the Qingmu Temple, which was covered with green vines. He jumped up and went straight inside. When he came to the place where he was in the eye, he was stunned.
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