Xidao Bei was silent, the spiritual power knife was horizontal in front of his chest, his eyes narrowed into a thin line, as thin as the sky and water connected, Xidao moved north, accelerated forward, the aura of heaven and earth shook, and there was a temporary disorder, and his knife was already in Dugulang's waist. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Dugu Lang took a few steps back unhurriedly, the spell came out, the wooden thorn was born, interspersed with the "click" from his feet, the long knife of the north of the west road changed direction, cut the wooden thorn, the wood thorn was broken, and it fell into the air, and the soles of the north feet of the west road accelerated, passed through the wooden thorns, and attacked fiercely.

Spiritual power is like a knife, magic is like a dragon, a knife is born of a technique, the left surgery, the right hand knife, pure nature.

"Boy, give me death."

The spell is like water, blocking all directions, imprisoning itself, the spiritual knife cuts horizontally, slashes Dugu Lang in the waist, Dugu Lang's feet move, and the spiritual power sprays out, **** feet, the body flies upwards violently, under the ground, among the soil, a tree suddenly rises, breaks through the ground, breaks through the confinement, and naturally comes to the feet of Dugu Lang.

Condescendingly, standing on top of the big tree, the technique of the divine tree, leisurely appeared, the huge divine tree, slightly inferior to the building wood, momentum, body type, or other aspects, can not be compared, but it is still shocking.

Xidaobei's figure stopped abruptly, raised his head and looked at Dugu Lang coldly, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and said, "The Divine Wood Technique?" Boy, do you think you can be saved by using this trick? You are too naïve, I am known as a magician, and there are countless spells, and your Shenmu technique, I have already had a spell to crack it. ”

Left hand, the spiritual power comes out, the flame rises, the blazing fire, like a soaring butterfly, fluttering, flapping its wings, the wind rises, the heavens and the earth tremble, the flames are filled, like a fairy, shining and burning.

The flames came out, the temperature rose sharply, the surrounding trees began to turn yellow, and a little bit of vitality disappeared, Dugu Lang above the sacred tree, felt the fear of the divine tree, the natural fear of the flame, the leaves gradually lost their vitality, the branches were wrinkled, and the flame was specially restrained by the sacred tree.

"Sorcery, Blaze."

The flame is taken from the fire of the earth, and is fused with the fire of heaven and earth, and is born into a flame, which burns all trees, and is the nemesis of trees.

The flames fell, the trees burned, Dugu Lang stood still, staring at the north of the West Road, the sacred tree was visible to the naked eye burning, burning, burning, the leaves disappeared, the branches were destroyed, and there was only one branch left, and the flames continued to rise, permeating the feet of Dugu Lang, and Dugu Lang's feet stepped on it slightly.

There seems to be some kind of melody moving, and as if the heaven and earth are oppressing, the flame can't climb up Dugulang's body, and gradually goes down, little by little, there is something in the sky that makes it afraid, and it doesn't dare to go up, retreat, and leave the sacred tree.

Dugu Lang's feet trembled again, the Shenmu was vibrant, the leaves were alive, the trees were alive, the Shenmu stood in front of him, Li Mingyue stared at Dugu Lang in surprise, he didn't need to do it, he pinched the magic trick, the flames dispersed, and the Shenmu recovered, this is not something that ordinary people can do, she can't.

"Dugulang, who is he?"

The person who had doubts in his heart was Jian Eleven, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, and a little wave appeared in his heart, the wave was very small, very weak, almost undetectable, and as it was transmitted to the distance, the ripple gradually became larger, became more violent, and turned up earth-shattering waves.

"He ......."

The sword is moving, but the heart is not.

Absent-minded, and the sword didn't care, the attack became weak, and under the cloak man's cloak, his eyes flickered, staring at Dugu Lang, the corners of his mouth were slightly chanting, and he didn't know what to say, and he seemed to be very happy.

Yao Ling'er resisted Li Mingyue while staring at Dugu Lang, her movements were skillful, and her spells were strong, comparable to her senior brother being lonely and invincible, her body moved, her spells came out, she didn't need any spells, her eyes were deeper and deeper.

"Dugulang, yes, but you made a mistake."

After the flame was extinguished, Dugu Lang had already appeared above his head in the north of the West Dao, the spiritual power knife slashed down in the air, the blade was sharp, the spiritual power was condensed, and the resentment in his heart had reached such a point, Dugu Lang shook his body to avoid this blow, his hands slowly pressed on his body, and pushed forward, at that moment in the north of the West Daobei, all the spiritual power in the body disappeared, and he couldn't feel it, as if he was imprisoned.

The body fell directly, with a bang, there was an extra hole in the ground, the dust dispersed, Xidaobei got up, raised his head and stared at Dugu Lang angrily, the spiritual power knife flew up, and then the body chased after him, holding the knife, slashing, the action was fast and coherent, one blow after another.

The blade is in the mang, such as the hand is moving, he slashed dozens of knives in a row, the body does not stop, anger dictates, his left surgery, the technique cooperates with the knife technique, domineering and flexible, the spell is imprisoned, and the spiritual power knife is domineering and slashing.

Dugu Lang's body is like the wind, floating away, the spiritual power of the soles of his feet moves, his body shakes, dodging the spiritual power knife again and again, and the spells continue to pour out, wooden cages, wooden thorns, wooden vines, all wood attribute spells, subconsciously used, imprisoned, attacked, defended, or cracked the spells of the West Daobei, one by one.

There are no gorgeous colors, no gorgeous moves, no domineering momentum, only bland, indifferent treatment of the person in front of him, the body moves, the divine wood is under his feet, the vitality is continuous, the spiritual power is inexhaustible, it seems that he has no loss at all.

"Bang."

A knife cut down, the Shenmu was separated by half, from top to bottom, the blade was sharp, it can be seen, the west road north closed the knife, and looked at Dugulang coldly: "Dugulang, do you know how to run?"

Dugulang stopped and said calmly: "Run? If you think too much, you still worry about yourself. ”

The cracked Shenmu healed violently, and after healing, a face grew on the branches of the Shenmu, clearly visible facial features, anger was visible, this face grinned at Xidaobei, a black shadow flashed in the sky, and by the time Xidaobei saw what it was, the body had already entered the depths of the soil, and the ground was shattered.

It was an arm, a huge arm, one hand covering the sky, the hand of the tree man, both arms outstretched, both legs outstretched, coming out of the depths of the earth, staring around, cold but arrogant, huge body covering the sky, Sword Eleven stopped attacking, the cloaked man withdrew his hand, and looked at the sky in shock.

What is that?

Li Mingyue's eyes were filled with a shock, what kind of magic was it, why had he never heard of it, he stopped attacking, put away his spiritual power, and looked at the tree man in the sky, Yao Ling'er's eyes were deep, black and white, white occupied a lot, her eyes stared at the tree man, and she kept going up, seeing Dugu Lang standing on the shoulder of the tree man, and looked at them proudly.

There is a terrifying aura permeated by the tree people, similar to them, with Dugu Lang, such a spell makes Dugu Lang have one more helper, the tree man in the realm of the little saint, tall and mighty.

"What kind of spell is this?"

Dugu Lang looked down and said lightly: "Haven't you come out yet?" I know you're not dead, it's just one blow, and you're injured at most, so why bother pretending to be it. ”

Under the ground, where it was shattered, there was a boom, and a figure rushed out, full of spiritual power, the spiritual power knife became larger, and every inch of his body was filled with this spiritual power, his eyes were red, and he stared at Dugu Lang, but he still couldn't hide the blood stains on his clothes and the traces on the corners of his mouth.

In the thick breath, with a little mess, Dugu Lang said again: "It seems that you were seriously injured by this blow?"

With a smile, banter, ridicule, Xi Daobei heard it, and the others also heard it, looking at Dugu Lang solemnly, standing on top of the tree man, his eyes were cold, he couldn't see a little pity, and there was a faint aura on his body, which made people very uncomfortable, ghostly and evil.

It seems that the Dugu Lang above is no longer the polite, well-dressed, and gentlemanly Dugu Lang before, and has completely changed a person, a person they don't know.

Unfamiliar.

It's very unfamiliar.

Xidaobei was furious, unable to suppress it, and immediately rushed up, the spiritual power knife waved, the knife light flickered, the spiritual power cut, the tree man reached out and held it, the spiritual power shattered, the knife light disappeared, the fingers were taken out, pressed on the top of Xidaobei's head, and the big hand covering the sky fell violently, and it was completely too late to react.

"Ahh

Bang

After the scream, with bursts of dirt rising, the sky and the earth became blurred, the tree man withdrew his hand, and stood there, the trees on his palms were entangled, becoming denser, and Dugu Lang stood flat on the tree man's shoulder, without any expression.

The power of the treeman's blow made everyone look at each other deeply, and they were afraid to retreat, away from Dugulang, a strange person, whose means were unpredictable, and his cultivation was even more profound, what they saw before seemed to be inconsistent with the one in front of them.

Yao Ling'er glanced down worriedly, sensing the breath of Xidaobei's life, she stepped back, her eyes swept over Dugulang, and the jealousy and fear in her heart became even stronger.

"Ahh

The sound of anger and explosion sounded from below, and Xi Daobei frantically waved the spiritual power knife, cutting the surrounding soil, the soil was shattered, the dust was scattered, and it spread above the tree man, and a figure suddenly came to Dugu Lang's side, slashing fiercely.

"Sneak attack?"

Dugu Lang's face did not change color and moved lightly, and he narrowly avoided one knife, two knives, three knives, several knives in succession, without touching Dugu Lang's hair, Dugu Lang's hands, spiritual power gushed out, and countless rattans emerged above the tree people, binding the west and north.

"Magic, the art of wood and vine."

Mu Teng was close to the north of the West Dao, and was cut down by him, countless rattans fell from under the ground, under his feet, in the air, or around his body, all of them were rattans, although the blade was sharp, although the speed was fast, he could not stop the rattans, and his body was completely restrained.

Immobile.

"Ahh

The spiritual power is great, the spiritual power as sharp as a knife cuts the rattan on the body, the shackles are lifted, Xi Daobei does not dare to stand on the tree man anymore, and quickly withdraws, after withdrawing, he regrets it, and a black shadow descends on his head, coercing and subduing, unable to resist.

The tree man covered the sky with one hand, and when he slapped it with one hand, the light disappeared, and there were black shadows in his sight, and the black shadows blocked all directions and fell suddenly.

Bang

The ground trembled a few times, the dust was raised, and the mountain peak suddenly cracked a crack, from top to bottom, as if it had been split by someone, split into two, and the strength was so great that it could be seen.

West Daobei disappeared from sight, the palm of the tree man returned to the sky, indifferently looking at everyone, Dugu Lang stood on it, without saying a word, his eyes stared below, deep in the crack.