Ah Yan's weapons are two wooden swords, and there is a faint flow of turquoise wood vitality on the wooden sword; Ah Yan's hair is flying, and the vitality flow is flying around Ah Yan's body, with the form of a dragon, and there is a faint momentum of wood thunder.

Mo Yifan is also a flow of vitality, the vitality is like the water of a river rolling out; a sword of ice and snow appeared in Mo Yifan's hand, the sword is like a crystal, and the sunlight is reflected by the crystal, like an ice dragon, with the breath of a lonely bamboo.

Mo Yifan took a step forward with his left foot, took another step with his right foot, and forced it in front of Ah Yan. Ah Yan took a step back with his left foot and stabbed Mo Yifan with a wooden sword, while Mo Yifan stabbed Ah Yan in the chest.

Ah Yan fought back, Ah Yan's swordsmanship was like a dragonfly and half vivid and flexible, and he was always able to suppress Mo Yifan's attack easily and easily, without giving Mo Yifan a chance to fight back.

Feng Luo smiled and quietly observed, thinking: "Yifan's swordsmanship is like a dragon, like a swift flowing cloud; Amu thought.

"This kid is not only powerful in boxing, but also powerful in swordsmanship, as the saying goes: 'The sword is light and agile, and the enemy is killed quickly with skill.'" 'Ah Yan has been a female warrior for many years, and her combat effectiveness far surpasses that of this man. ”

Mo Yifan's sword brought up countless water droplets, and clicked towards Ah Yan's whole body. Ah Yan's sword brought out countless wind energy, each of which was a kind of beneficial insect, and the beneficial insect stood on the water droplets, and the water droplets were slowly devoured by these insects.

Both of them are human immortals, and the total amount of vitality that can be mobilized on their bodies is not enough to provide the two of them to float in the air for a long time, and the battle between the two is mainly on the ground, and both of them want to use their body skills and attack power as a means of victory.

The two of them have a lot of means, but the field energy generated by the battle is strong and strong. With the passage of time, Mo Yifan's victory became bigger and bigger, Mo Yifan responded calmly, Ah Yan changed his moves, and Ah Mu also changed his moves.

The luster of Ah Yan's wooden sword became lighter and fainter, and Mo Yifan's aura became weaker and weaker. Ah Yan accumulated the last strength, she wanted to defeat Mo Yifan with her strongest move, Mo Yifan naturally, waiting for Mo Yifan to make a move.

Ah Yan stabbed Mo Yifan directly in the chest with a sword, but Mo Yifan kicked Ah Yan's hand, Ah Yan's hand hurt, and the wooden sword fell to the ground. Ah Yan lost the last of her strength, supported the ground with one hand, and half-knelt on the ground.

Amu stepped forward to help Ah Yan up, his eyes were full of anger and viciousness, "You have won, you can pass through this forest." Although Amu was in pain, he had to admit that he and Ayan couldn't stop this person, but they must not let him go.

Ah Mu and Ah Yan's bodies gradually faded, turning into countless points of light, and the points of light gradually converged together, "In my sacred name, summon the king of the forest." Ah Mu and Ah Yan turned into a handsome and delicate man.

The man's aura is strong and has the aura of an earthly immortal. It's good that the man is an earth immortal powerhouse, but the bad thing is that the man's will can secretly merge with the breath of the entire forest, and every time the man's heart beats, the trees of the forest tremble.

The man was holding a wooden gun, just like the Erlang God Monarch of the Heavenly Realm, different from the seriousness of the Erlang God, the man was more calm and proud. Mo Yifan ran the Qi Returning Song, and the energy in his body slowly returned to strength.

When the entire forest was completely still, the Lord of the Forest's Will came to this world through the bodies of the two. Although the King of Will is only the realm of earth immortals, he has his own realm, and he has the aura of wood to protect him.

"I am the master of the Luojia Forest, and whoever trespasses on my realm will die!" said the King of Will.

"We're just passing by and borrowing the road, senior, don't you have to be so serious, right?" Mo Yifan said.

"No, this is my home, and I will not allow it, and no one can violate it. The King of Will said angrily. The brilliance of the King of Will fluctuates violently with the change of mood.

"What are you going to do to let me go along, senior?" Feng Luo said. "Bypass, or trade for labor. The King of Will said.

"No way, then I'll have to fight you. Mo Yifan said.

"I'm glad to accompany!" said the King of Will conceitedly.

"Watch me pull your hair bare. Mo Yifan said.

"Then it's up to you to see if you have that ability. The King of the Forest was confident with some contempt. I am in the domain here, in my own domain, if I can't even beat these two humans, I don't have to mix up on the edge of the sea and the sky in the future.

Mo Yifan ran the song of nourishing qi and returning to the yuan, Mo Yifan was instantly surprised, he couldn't gather the vitality here here, Mo Yifan knew that it must be the ghost of the elf in front of him, Mo Yifan was angry, but there was nothing he could do.

Mo Yifan had no choice but to reluctantly condense an Ice Yuan Qi Sword. In the heart of the King of Will, his breath continued to rise, and after about sixty breaths, his own cultivation broke through to the peak of the Earth Immortal.

The King of Will Shuai attacked first, and countless points of light appeared around the King of Will, each point of light was a small sun, and the points of light rushed towards Mo Yifan in a wonderful trajectory, Mo Yifan continued to point at Mo Yifan with his sword, and every time the point of light disappeared, the breath of the King of the Forest dropped slightly imperceptible.

The forest is like a river, water, wind, and endless light, and the whole forest is completely one with the Lord of Will. Mo Yifan was like the wind, attacking left and right, walking with his hands, showing the essence of the Qi Returning Yuan Sword.

Mo Yifan is like a fluttering butterfly, when he is anxious, when he is slow, he is slow, there is a kind of demeanor between fast and slow, and the king of will is constantly attacking, and he will never slow down his movements, the actions are simple and effective, and he does not waste the slightest vitality.

Mo Yifan's will is as strong as a rock, his heart is unwilling to waver, once there is the slightest hesitation in his heart, he will lose. The King of Will is naturally very relaxed, he himself is the embodiment of the will of this forest, and the will is himself and his strongest means.

Mo Yifan's footsteps flickered, as if he was walking, and the Yuan Qi Sword attacked the body of the King of Will instead. Mo Yifan didn't care about the points of light flying towards him at all, these points of light had a strong corrosive ability, and every point attacked Mo Yifan's body.

Mo Yifan's Qi Returning Song already has the fire of the realm, and the King of Will can't break through Mo Yifan's defense for a while, Mo Yifan also explored some essential characteristics of the King of Will's attack methods in the battle, and Mo Yifan thought of a method - attacking with fire.

Mo Yifan's Yuan Qi Sword began to transform into the fire attribute, the temperature around him became higher and higher, the King of Will felt as if his body was about to be ignited, the King of Will began to retreat, and Mo Yifan pressed forward step by step, staring at the King of Will.

The energy on the King of Will is getting weaker and weaker, fire is the nemesis of wood, he was defeated, he didn't expect Mo Yifan to defeat himself with such a simple means, one thing to one thing, he was a pity to lose, he was helpless.

"Yifan is amazing, such a strong enemy was defeated by him with wisdom. Feng Luo thought. Feng Luo admires Mo Yifan even more at the moment, this is her husband, and her man should be like this.

Mo Yifan forced the King of Will next to a giant tree, and the King of Will said painfully and helplessly: "I am defeated, you can pass." "The King of Will is miserable, but defeat is defeat, and no matter how much he struggles, it is in vain.

Mo Yifan was ashamed and said: "We are really forced to do so, as long as we borrow the road, I hope you don't be surprised." Mo Yifan was very sorry and hugged his fist to the King of Will.

Mo Yifan took Feng Luo and walked deeper into the forest, "Slow, little brother." The King of Will shouted.

Mo Yifan stopped and asked, "What's the matter?"

The King of Will said: "After this forest is the land of the hundred tribes, and the people of the hundred tribes are some fierce gods and evil spirits, you had better come from and go back, and not be contaminated with the breath of evil demons." ”

Mo Yifan said: "I know, but I want to go home, the people of the hundred tribes may not be good people, I just don't mess with them." ”

The King of Will stretched out his hand, and the surrounding wood spirit qi condensed and turned into a wood spirit bead, the King of Will handed over the wood spirit bead to Mo Yifan, and the King of Will said: "This wood spirit bead is for you, it can resist the miasma in the forest, and it can also cure all kinds of poisons." ”

"Thank you. Mo Yifan put away the wood spirit bead.

The King of Will's energy was exhausted, and his body continued to decompose, and then reorganized again, turning into Amu and Ayan.

Ah Mu and Ah Yan naturally don't care about Mo Yifan, since he has thought about it, let him live well, the world of the human race is the most complicated.