At this time, the scimitars thrown out by the two purple-clothed men flew back in a circle.

The two purple-clothed men each jumped and grabbed the two scimitars in their hands.

Fat Dahai and I were dumbfounded, watching everything that was happening in front of us.

I originally thought that the martial arts movies in movies and TV series were bluffing. But what happened in front of me today was real, the scene of throwing out a flying knife to attack the enemy, and the flying knife swirling back into his hand is comparable to any martial arts movie I've ever seen, it's really like a stunt.

The four men fell to the ground, holding the four directions again, and confronted the monster.

The monster with the face of the tree in the middle of the enclosure lay down together, as if gasping for breath. The vine that connected him to the ancient tree was also shaking incessantly. There seemed to be a red liquid flowing through the vines.

The vines on the tree were dancing up and down like snakes, as if waiting for the monster's orders.

I glanced at Fat Dahai and I, and now the two of us are sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight, but we have become outsiders.

Neither side of the confrontation paid any attention to us, and I slowly moved my body, and the moment I was just kicked, after the pain, it didn't seem to hurt me too much. I winked at the fat sea, and we both sneaked towards the door. The purple-clothed men rushed in just now, and the door was closed before it was closed.

Fat Dahai's foot bones were still in severe pain, and the pain made his face flow into cold sweat, and he grinned his teeth.

Fat Dahai had one leg on his legs, and I dragged him to the door little by little.

And at this moment, a purple-clothed man led by him shouted again: "Hoho Makuru ......"

The other three purple-clothed people, moving when they heard the wind, felt something from their bodies and held it in their palms.

I heard movement and looked over to the men. In the dim light, I could see what they were holding in their palms.

It was a few purple fruits the size of quail eggs, glowing with a faint purple light in their hands.

"Stuffy purple?" I was stunned and blurted out.

Because I was very impressed by the kind of wolf tooth grass that Ma Tan described, although I had never seen the stuffy purple, but at this time, they came up with this kind of thing, so that I could confirm it at once.

Hearing my shout, the leader seemed surprised, and his body trembled, but he did not turn around.

I realized that I might have been reckless, and that the two things that weed and stuffy purple should be a secret to them, and that I must not kill them if I have learned about them. Look at the skills of those people, if they want to deal with me, they can kill me in minutes.

Fortunately, the man in purple didn't have time to take care of me at the moment, and his energy was all focused on the strange man with a human face and a tree body opposite.

The three purple-clothed men held their stuffy purple heads in their hands, and they all stuffed them into their mouths at once, and swallowed them with their necks straightened.

"Ah......h

Ma Jian said that the stuffy purple is highly poisonous. Moreover, this poison is a toxin similar to a stimulant, which can concentrate the potential of the second half of one's life

A kind of overdraft of one's body and abilities. After eating, they are doomed to death.

But they didn't hesitate.

I kind of understand that they had to resort to this extreme method because they couldn't stand up to the weirdo. Take Stuffy Purple and strive to be able to destroy the strange man in a limited time by relying on the temporary concentration of super energy.

I've heard the leader speak in a language I don't understand, and it doesn't sound like a common foreign language. Aren't they from their own country? Or is it from a particular ethnic minority?

At this point, I didn't want to run away.

Because there's a big drama coming up and I don't want to miss it.

The three people who swallowed the purple head soon felt like clockwork, their bodies were swinging sharply, and at the same time, a faint white smoke was born on their heads.

This is more similar to the kind of martial arts masters on TV, isn't this the state when they are doing their work?

The weirdo may have also realized that something was wrong and had already begun to strike first.

The vines on the tree kicked out at the same time and rolled towards the four purple-clothed men. The man in purple was calm, and when he saw the vines entwined, he let out a roar.

Although the roar was not loud, I felt a chill in my body as I listened to it, and it was an irresistible fear. It's like a cat meow, enough to make a mouse scare.

As soon as the roar stopped, the scimitars in the hands of the three purple-clothed men swung up, dancing in the air like snowflakes.

This time, the force was far from comparable to before, and the hollow-breaking sound made by the friction between the blade and the air pierced the eardrums.

Those vines, which were cut into more than a dozen knots by three scimitars, fell to the ground one after another.

I thought of the vines that had barely fought back when they attacked me, and that their knives had not been able to destroy the vines just now. The effect of eating stuffy purple is really extraordinary. In just a few minutes, these people changed from warriors to gods of war.

But there were so many vines that a few were broken, and a dozen or so broke away from the trees, and were wound and whipped.

The man in purple let out a strange cry and was trapped in the middle of the vine.

Although they were invincible, these vines were not flesh and blood, they did not know fear, they did not know pain, but they had the consciousness to attack under the control of that strange man.

So for a while, those purple-clothed people couldn't get out.

The purple-clothed man at the head did not participate in the battle, but slowly withdrew while those people were fighting.

I was shocked, this guy is not going to slow down and prepare to deal with us, right?

I was about to run away with the fat sea, but I realized that the purple-clothed man was not targeting us.

He stood on the ground and looked up at the ancient tree, then turned and rushed towards it. He didn't eat purple with a stuffy head, and his movements were obviously much slower than the other purple-clothed people. But in my opinion, that kung fu is absolutely superb, and it is also something I have never seen before.

He only stepped lightly on the tree a few times, and then his body sprang up, and he climbed the tree and drilled towards the top of the tree.

The top of the tree was covered with leaves, and he quickly disappeared into the canopy.

At this time, the human-faced tree

The strange man on his body, the vines on his body rolled, and he himself bounced up and crashed into the tree.

There was a muffled thud, and the strange man crashed into the tree.

The ground shook beneath my feet, and it felt like an earthquake.

The purple-clothed man on the tree was hit like this and fell from the top of the tree.

Looking at this posture, it seems that the goal of these purple-clothed men is not to kill this strange man, but to target something on the tree.

The purple-clothed man led by him made the other three purple-clothed people eat sullen purple at any cost, just to trap the strange man. And he himself could go and get something from the tree.

(End of chapter)

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