A large number of demon commanders and demon generals who knew demon magic rushed forward, while those demon soldiers continued to stay in place.

Fang Yun stood still, looked at Nie Xiaoqian, and said: "Xiaoqian, I can't save you today, but when I escape from here and save Su Zhen, I will bring someone back and swear to destroy this tree demon!"

"Fang Lang, don't care about me, I'm ...... I'm dead......"

"!" the tree demon grandmother's roots whipped harder, and Nie Xiaoqian's body became even darker.

In the hundred-zhang wide canyon, the trunk of the tree demon grandma stood tall, and Nie Xiaoqian was like a leaf in the wind, which could wither at any time.

The roots of the tree in the Dryad's grandmother continued to rise and fall, churning in the soil, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Hundreds of zhang away, Fang Yun suppressed the anger in his heart, looked at the demon general who rushed over, and said slowly: "Pull the bow!"

Everyone continued to bend their bows and shoot arrows, still enhanced by Fang Yunqiang's bow poem, more than fifty bows and arrows just flew into the air, and hundreds of tree roots burst out from the ground, like giant pythons flying into the sky, smashing all the arrows fiercely.

The roots of the trees lit small flames, which quickly retracted into the soil and extinguished the flames.

Seeing that Fang Yun's attack was ineffective, the demon man began to unleash his hexology.

"Withdraw!" Fang Yun immediately led people to retreat.

The demon generals' witchcraft was just mediocre, because the two sides were far apart, and their witchcraft even dissipated halfway, but the witchcraft of those demon commanders was not trivial.

A colorful snake demon raised its head and opened its mouth, and two turquoise venoms erupted from its fangs, flying in mid-air and condensing into a dark green cloud the size of a house, and the thick cloud quickly turned into a small turquoise poisonous mist snake.

"Roaring ......" As soon as the tiger demon handsome roared, he saw thousands of cyan wind knives condensed in mid-air, and then swept through the poisonous mist, carrying poisonous mist snakes one after another, attacking Fang Yun and the others like hail.

Many people's scalps are numb, and this wind knife flies extremely fast and in large numbers. It also carries a poisonous mist, which is unstoppable, and turns around and runs.

Fang Yun unhurriedly stretched out his hand and flipped through it, and took out a Jinshi protective newspaper and a laurel paperweight from the drinking river shell.

I saw a translucent giant tree with light and shadow enveloping everyone, and all the wind knives and poisonous mist snakes were blocked out.

Fang Yun wrote "Arrow in the Stone", and a giant arrow with a thick arm flew straight towards a demon general, but as soon as it flew into the tree demon's grandmother, three tree roots burst out of the ground, and lightly stopped the giant arrow.

The men stopped. I was a little disappointed when I saw this scene, and the use of talent and poetry may not play a role in front of ordinary demon marshals, let alone powerful demon marshals like the tree demon grandma.

Those demons standing on the roots of the tree laughed and scolded loudly, but they never walked out of the tree demon grandmother.

Fang Yun and the others stayed away from the root area, and those demon barbarians stopped attacking.

Yan Chixia said: "You don't need to be tempted, the roots of the tree demon grandma are invulnerable, even if my lip and sword are difficult to touch its body." And as long as the dryad grandmother doesn't die, the roots of the tree will be endless. I had tried to slay her roots over and over again, and after a quarter of an hour, most of my talent had been depleted, but her strength had not diminished in the slightest. ”

"Brother Yan has a good plan?" Fang Yun used the power of courage to isolate the inside and outside as he spoke.

Yan Chixia shook her head and said, "I thought about fire attack. But not to mention that her roots could draw all the flames away, and the flames of ordinary fire oil could not ignite her at all. Your strong bow poem contains a slight glowing star power, which is easily extinguished by her, not to mention anything else. As long as the sword can attack her tree, any jinshi can kill her. The problem is that any Jinshi's rhetoric will be blocked by its roots. To kill the Dryad. It is necessary to destroy its roots, and it takes at least three Hanlin to attack continuously to suppress the roots, and then one jinshi can kill them. ”

Fang Yun said: "Your words and swords can't kill the tree demon grandma." Is there a way to kill these demon generals?"

Yan Chixia said proudly: "Although my sword can't fly close to the tree demon grandmother within fifty zhang, but between fifty zhang and a hundred zhang, her roots have nothing to do with me, otherwise how could I cut off the roots of the tree for a quarter of an hour that day?"

Fang Yun nodded, took out a spare Jinshi Wenbao 'Towering Mountain Pencil Holder' from his hand, handed it to Yan Chixia, and said, "If those demons and barbarians are all gathered around Grandma, the attack that I have been preparing for many days will not be able to carry out. Now that Grandma is attacking with troops, those demon generals and demon commanders are not by its side, which is the best opportunity. Next, we will cooperate with you to attack those demon generals with all our might, as long as more than half of them are killed, or they have to retreat within fifty zhang, I will definitely launch the final blow. ”

"When will this Wenbao pen holder be used?" Yan Chixia asked.

Fang Yun said: "The strongest strength of the tree demon grandma is not the roots, but her branches, but once it is used, it will inevitably decrease its qi and blood sharply, and its strength will drop greatly." With the strength of the Dryad, before I launch the final blow, I will inevitably launch the Dryad Clan's 'Ten Thousand Trees Withered' to kill me. I need you to block this blow with this pen holder. Jinshi Wenbao needs too much talent. If I use it myself, I'm afraid I don't have enough talent to launch the final blow. ”

Yan Chixia's eyes moved, and she said softly: "I see! It turns out that you have always had the heart to kill the tree demon grandmother, then I understand! These demons will hand over the demon handsome to me!"

Yan Chixia spat out her lips and swords, and the white light was slightly cold, which frightened those handsome demon generals and demon generals involuntarily shrunk their necks.

"Pull the bow!" Fang Yun once again commanded everyone to shoot, with his strong bow poem, the distance of the arrows flying was comparable to the demon handsome's demon art, but the demon art consumed too much qi and blood, and the arrows were endless.

Yan Chixia's sword followed the rocket to attack the demon barbarian.

Dozens of tree roots flew out of the ground, half to intercept Yan Chixia's sword, half to intercept those arrows.

Yan Chixia's lips and swords are as flexible as a fish swimming in water, tossing and turning among the thick tree roots, retreating or advancing, dodging or dodging.

Fang Yun observed carefully, learning the manipulation technique of the sword, he had seen Li Wenying's blood-draining ancient sword, and it was always indomitable, either you died or I died, and he would never take the slightest detour. This Yan Chixia's words and swords are flexible and small, and it seems that she has been practicing hard to deal with the roots of the tree demon grandmother.

The tree demon grandma was furious and had to reduce the whipping of Nie Xiaoqian's tree roots to intercept Yan Chixia's verbal sword.

"Whoosh......"

Yan Chixia's talented ancient sword bypassed a tree root by a fraction of a minute, went straight into the chest of a horse general, and gently twisted through his body.

With a thud, Ma Man's chest exploded in unison, and his head and shoulders fell to the ground. A tree root rolled up the body of the horse general, dragged it into the earth and disappeared.

Fang Yun nodded, what Yan Chixia said was really right, as long as he was not within fifty zhang of the tree demon grandmother, the flexibility of those tree roots was limited, and he couldn't help his words at all.

Fang Yun continued to command everyone to shoot and share the pressure on Yan Chixia.

Not long after, Yan Chixia seized the opportunity to kill a demon handsome, but those demon barbarians did not retreat and still attacked.

Fang Yun's side reacted too slowly, and some people were injured from time to time, but Fang Yun and Yan Chixia were on guard, and no one died.

A quarter of an hour later, Yan Chixia's clothes were wet with sweat, all the people who held the bow felt their arms sore, and more than 20 people were recuperating from their injuries in the rear.

Yan Chixia's sword suddenly slowed down, and she was struck by the roots.

Everyone was shocked, Yan Chixia's words and swords had reached the end of the crossbow, after all, the battle required a lot of talent and energy, and it seemed that this trip was coming to an end.

However, the sword suddenly accelerated with the force of being pulled away by the roots of the tree, and swept past a wolf demon handsome.

The massive wolf's head fell to the ground, blood splattered.

Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief, it turned out that Yan Chixia had calculated the angle of the tree root and deliberately used her strength to kill the demon.

"Withdraw within forty feet!" the dryad roared angrily.

The demons hurriedly retreated.

On the pallet in front of Fang Yun, there was an extra page of pale gold paper.

Holy Pages.

The Dryad Grandma immediately screamed loudly: "Rush up, rush out and kill him! All the demons rush out!"

At the same time, all the branches of the Dryad began to shrink, and the originally loose canopy had a tendency to condense into a cone.

Fang Yun lifted the demon pen to write.

"The volcano is now seen, abruptly in the east of the state. ”

The power of calligraphy appeared, and a huge roar came from the holy page, like the roar of hundreds of millions of wild beasts, and like a high mountain lining up the earth and slowly rising.

"The red flame burns the clouds, and the hot atmosphere is steaming. The ground cracks and the red pulp flows, and it moves for hundreds of miles. I don't know the yin and yang charcoal, why burn the ...... alone"

Immediately, a huge roar of volcanic eruption was heard from the holy page, and all the vitality of heaven and earth seemed to be condensed on the paper of the holy page.

The small piece of paper seems to be pregnant with a fire dragon, and once the fire dragon breaks out of its shell, it will surely burn the world.

The poem was not finished, but a fiery breath emanated from the page, and people in the vicinity moved away.

Yan Chixia looked up at the vitality around her, and was inexplicably surprised, the vitality aroused by this poem was stronger than ordinary Jinshi war poems, and it stands to reason that it is impossible for a person to lift even if he exhausts his whole body's talent.

"Kill him, kill him!" cried the Dryad Grandma as she saw the branches of the canopy above her spiral and coil in a spiral, until at last it formed a huge spear that was as tall as a twenty-story building.

The leaves that make up this spear are withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the roots of the tree demon grandmother suddenly go crazy, trapping one demon after another, but in the blink of an eye, all the demon barbarians are restrained, and one by one the roots pierce into the demon barbarian's body, sucking their qi and blood.

The giant spear composed of branches broke away from the dryad grandmother, shook slightly, and stabbed Fang Yun.

"Slash!" Yan Chixia roared, and rushed towards the giant spear.

Spears and swords strike each other.

The giant spear was still there, and the words were broken.

Yan Chixia spat out a mouthful of blood, and with her last strength, she held the pen holder of the majestic mountain, and saw the phantom of a towering mountain suddenly appear, enveloping Fang Yun and everyone.

"Boom ......"

The giant spear struck the towering mountain, and the shadow of the mountain vibrate, and the giant spear fell into colorful leaves, and became even more yellow.

"Boom ......"

Cracks appear in the shadow of the mountain, and a large number of branches that make up the spear fall.

The poem was completed, and Fang Yun wrote the three words "Jing Volcano".

The holy page burns, turning the void into reality.

A real small volcano appeared between Fang Yun and the Dryad Grandma. (To be continued......)