Standing solemnly in front of the huge roots of the banyan tree, Ye Changsheng saw a tragic strangulation.

On the tall branches of the banyan tree, a network of wisteria is tied, and a row of exhaust roots hangs from the branches, and the crown at the top suppresses the hemlock in a sharp posture.

Plants are fighting for sunlight, air, and moisture, thus waging a protracted war.

The seeds of the banyan tree or epiphytes will fall from the sky and fall on the palm tree, and the seeds will continue to grow roots and stolen air and water as they grow.

They produce huge root systems that block water sources and bind and bind palm trees' root systems.

Until they are strong enough to seize the territory of the palm trees and completely strangle each other.

This tragic war has lasted for thousands of years, and the victory of one side has always come at the cost of the death of the other.

The entanglement with each other is nothing but a confrontation between many parties, a silhouette of war.

In Ye Changsheng's mind, he was deducing this war between plants at an extremely fast speed, and in the thrilling place, his hand was tightly gripping the hilt of the sword.

Looking at the netted rattan wrapped around the trunk of the tree, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly drew his sword!

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the sword light tore through the void, leaving dozens of transparent traces.

It lasted for a few breaths before the criss-crossing sword light dissipated into nothingness.

On the delicate face, excitement flashed, and Ye Changsheng returned the sword into the sheath: "This sword is called strangulation!"

Although he only created a sword move, Changsheng was still very happy and had a sense of accomplishment.

Strangling is the sword move that he was inspired by the strangulation of plants and comprehended.

The forty-eight swords slashed out with one sword actually simulated the process of wisteria strangulation.

Those sword lights crisscrossed and crisscrossed, but they were interlocking, like an incomparably tight killing array.

The effect of this killing array is not to kill the opponent, but to quickly dissipate the opponent's power, like a wisteria net plundering the air and moisture of a tree.

"Sure enough, you need to travel, otherwise how can you appreciate all things in heaven and earth, see so many new materials, and comprehend a sword technique. Ye Changsheng sighed secretly.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, his heart throbbed, and a secret thought came to his mind.

Ye Changsheng's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he walked forward quickly according to the instructions of the Demon Heart Sword.

Hundreds of meters ahead, between the roots of a palm tree, a plant with red berries suddenly attracted Ye Changsheng's attention.

"He Shou Wu?!" Ye Changsheng was pleasantly surprised.

This primeval jungle has been inaccessible for thousands of years, and the quality of He Shou Wu must be superior.

If it was a mortal product, it would not be possible to attract the attention of the Demon Heart Sword.

The Demon Heart Sword hidden in Ye Changsheng's heart throbbed more and more obviously, and his urgent desire was clearly transmitted to Ye Changsheng.

Ye Changsheng smiled faintly, took out the delicate flower hoe, squatted down, and dug the soil around the roots.

Digging down little by little, the roots of He Shou Wu's humanoid form were gradually revealed.

Big, really big, and the limbs of the humanoid are coordinated, and the facial features are very clearly outlined, like a small person buried in the dirt.

Ye Changsheng sighed a few times, and was about to take the entire He Shou Wu out of the soil, when suddenly his heart was automatic.

Almost instantly, the Immortal Sword and the Demon Heart Sword sent a warning to him.

Ye Changsheng stood up, holding the hilt of his sword in his hand, and looked ahead with calm eyes.

The sound of breaking wind sounded, and four figures flew over, and they all landed in front of them, looking at Ye Changsheng with hostile eyes.

The old man at the head had a gloomy face, and he glanced at He Shou Wu, who had not yet been dug up, and couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

He glanced Ye Changsheng up and down, and said coldly, "Who are you?"

Ye Changsheng said lightly: "It's just a traveler." ”

The old man said in a deep voice: "He Shouwu behind you, the old man noticed it twenty years ago, Xiaoyou won't be ignorant of the rules." ”

Ye Changsheng couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's presumptuous." With that, he moved out of the way.

Although the treasure is good, it is the owner's thing after all, and no matter how unwilling the heart is, the rules still have to be followed.

As soon as Ye Changsheng got out of the way, the two disciples of the old man immediately flew forward and guarded both sides of He Shouwu.

The old man's eyes suddenly appeared, and he suddenly drew his sword, and the sound of wind and thunder was sandwiched between the sword, as fast as lightning, and stabbed towards Ye Changsheng's throat.

The sword qi roared, Ye Changsheng's hair stood upside down, and countless blood spots exploded on his fair face in an instant.

Ye Changsheng's bloodshot eyes looked at the old man's hideous face, and the powerful soul power instantly condensed into a line.

Soul Piercing!

The incomparably condensed soul ray was instantly released, penetrating the old man's eyebrows.

"Boom!"

There was a roar in the old man's mind, his mind was dim, and the sword in his hand couldn't help but slow down.

Ye Changsheng was in his heart, and he instantly drew his sword, and forty-eight sword lights slashed out in a single breath.

Strangling!

The old man was worthy of being a high-level master of the Supreme Realm, and he instantly recovered from Ye Changsheng's soul attack.

When he saw the scattered sword light flying in the sky, his eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of surprise.

None of these sword lights were aimed at him, and it was indescribably weird.

Originally, the old man thought that his sudden attack would be enough to kill the descendant in front of him with one sword.

Thinking that Ye Changsheng actually delayed his sword move with a soul attack, and launched a counterattack.

Such a changeable and powerful young master would unleash a non-threatening sword?

The old man himself didn't believe it.

In a flash, the sword light flew in and remained in the air, as if it was infused with powerful spiritual power, and it could not be dispersed.

"Boom!"

The criss-crossing sword lights disappeared at the same time, and a strange and powerful force field suddenly appeared.

Almost instantly, the energy and sword qi attached to the long sword by the old man seemed to evaporate out of thin air, dissipating without a trace!

The old man couldn't help but be shocked, stabbed at Ye Changsheng's long sword, and slowed down violently.

Before he could exert his strength again, the Immortal Sword had already torn through the void, and it was close at hand!

Burst!

The cold blade of the sword tore through the old man's defenses and pierced the old man's throat!

The blade of the sword pierced through the back of the neck, and a blood flower soared up.

The old man's spiritual power collapsed, and he looked at Ye Changsheng in front of him with abrupt eyes, his eyes were full of incredulity.

He was at the high level of the Supreme Realm, but he was killed by someone with a sword!

The cold blade was drawn, and the old man's body fell on his back.

From the time the old man came out of his sword to the time the corpse fell, it happened only in a few breaths.

The old man's three disciples didn't realize what was happening at all, and they didn't have time to react at all, just watched the scene blankly and shockedly.

It was the shock and dazedness on his face that the two young men guarding next to He Shouwu fell under Ye Changsheng's sword one after another.

Anyway, I've already killed one, so why care about killing a few more?

It's not just for He Shouwu, it's too close to Shura Mountain, and Ye Changsheng doesn't dare to stay alive.

Looking at the last survivor who was trembling with cold eyes, Ye Changsheng said calmly: "Tell me now, who are you?"

(End of chapter)