Huang Fuchen was shocked, this vine barb actually had a paralyzing effect, making the attacker's whole body weak, like a drug. Even if you have deep internal strength, it is useless at this time. With such a powerful thing, it's no wonder that no animals are alive in this forest, and even birds in the air make a detour.

Forcibly concentrating, he just swung his sword to cut off the tree vine, but he didn't expect that countless other tree vines actually twisted their bodies, like tentacles, and stretched out towards him overwhelmingly.

At this time, he didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and the long sword in his hand swung out a ray of light and shadow like lightning, slashing at the dense and criss-crossing tree vines.

For a while, the sound of breaking was endless, in front of and behind him, the severed vines around his feet were thick, and the fishy green liquid bursting out of the fracture was everywhere, but there were still vines extending from a distance, as if he couldn't cut them all.

What's even more unexpected is that a thick vine slowly crossed the surface of the swamp, slowly moving in the direction of Huang Fu Chen, and when it got closer, it suddenly jumped up from the ground with lightning speed, wrapped around Huang Fu Chen's waist at once, and pulled him towards the swamp.

In just an instant, the other small vines also rose from the ground and stretched out to Huang Fuchen who was hanging in mid-air, and in a few moments, Huang Fuchen's whole person was like a trapped beast, and was hung upside down in the middle of the swamp by vines of different sizes.

Below him was a bubbling swamp, and the vine that seemed to eat people was tightly restrained, and the more he struggled, the tighter the vine became, and there was even a small vine that was slowly reaching towards his neck.

Huang Fu Chen's situation at this time is extremely dangerous, if you cut the vines with a sword, you will fall into the swamp below, slowly sink into the quagmire, suffocate to death, if you don't cut the vines, you will be entangled by this strange tree vine into a zongzi, gradually lose consciousness, still can't live.

A trace of despair spread in my heart, not for myself, but for the pale face that was unconscious. At this moment, he looked down, and suddenly glowed in his dark eyes, which were gradually fading.

It turned out that the nine-flowered red feather grass was directly below him, and it was really the same as Qiu Mingfei said: I saw that the flower stem was red like blood, the leaves were light and thin like feathers, a nine-flowered plant, the petals were like orchids, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple and purple were blooming, but only the black and white buds were not opened.

He hesitated for a moment, and with a swing of his sword, he cut off the thin vine that was climbing towards his neck, and then swung his sword and slashed several times at the thick vine that was wrapped around his waist.

Although it was not cut off, it unexpectedly forced the other vines not to dare to move forward easily, and even some of the small vines were also damaged by the main vine, and they became weak for a while, and they drooped their heads as softly as if they had lost their lives, and gradually slipped off their bodies.

Because the vines wrapped around his body decreased, Huang Fuchen's body also fell down heavily, and the Nine Flowers Red Feather Grass dangled in front of his eyes, close at hand.

Huang Fuchen couldn't care about his dangerous situation at this time, all his thoughts were taken away by the red color in front of him, and there was only one thought in his mind: even if he died, he had to pick the nine-flowered red feather grass.

However, the black and white buds of the nine-flowered red feather grass have not yet bloomed, and they can only be dug up together with the rhizomes when they are in bloom. The black and white bud may open at any time, or it may have to wait for ten days and a half months, but I am afraid that by then, even if he is not entangled in this vine, he will be hung here and starved to death. Moreover, Yue'er's body can't wait for that long time.

At this thought, the joy that had just sprung up in my heart quickly faded, and a trace of sadness appeared in the dark red eyes that were bloodshot because they were hanging upside down, and even the wound on the body that had been punctured by the barbed vines on the body did not feel pain, and let the blood whirl out, flow down the body and arms, and drip from the fingertips like balls.

A few of them happened to drop on the petals of the nine-flowered red feather grass, and then they were instantly sucked in like a sponge, and the blooming seven-colored petals instantly became like a rainbow, more vivid and dazzling.

Huang Fuchen saw all this in his eyes, his heart moved, his starry eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the red stems and leaves of the Nine Flowers Red Feather Grass, a bold guess came to mind: feeding it with warm blood may make its black and white buds open in advance!

Thinking of this, he did not hesitate to stick the sword into the quagmire, fixed the swaying body, stretched out his hand and cut it fiercely on the blade of the sword, and the palm of his hand immediately turned blood-red, and the blood was poured on the black and white buds, and then it was quickly absorbed.

After about a cup of tea, Huang Fuchen was already exhausted, his lips were pale, and half of the three-foot long sword that fixed his body had already submerged into the swamp.

Suddenly, a clear fragrance came in, Huang Fuchen looked at it, and saw black and white petals, which were rapidly unfolding at a speed visible to the naked eye, black as black jade, white as fresh snow, and there were golden stamens in the middle.

He was overjoyed, and he pulled his sword out of the mire, carefully cutting through the grass, and digging up the rotten mud from the roots, little by little.

After a long time, the gourd-like roots of the nine-flowered red feather grass were completely dug out, and after checking it, I saw that the roots, stems, leaves, and flowers were all undamaged, so I breathed a sigh of relief, and took out a long box that Qiuming gave him before leaving from my arms, carefully put it in the box, and put it back into my arms.

This nine-flowered red feather grass is not easy to obtain, he must rush back to the military camp before this flower withers and withers, hand it over to Qiu Mingfei, and take medicine in time, so that Yue'er can turn the corner.

However, how can I get out of trouble by hanging in the air like a lamb to the slaughter? Cutting off the vines would have him fall into the swamp, which was not feasible at all.

At this moment, a sudden sound of arrow feathers breaking through the air was heard, and the white feather iron arrow was like a meteor, and the arrow flashed with cold light, shooting straight into the thick vine wrapped around Huang Fuchen's waist.

The accuracy of the archery technique seems to have been tempered by a thousand times. For a moment, the large and small vines scattered and shrank back as if they had encountered something terrible.

Huang Fuchen was puzzled, and the whole person fell heavily into the bubbling quagmire and swamp under him, once he fell into it, he would fall deeper and deeper, and there was no possibility of withdrawing.

At this critical moment, suddenly a cyan shadow flashed, and Huang Fuchen fell into a pair of thin and pale arms.

The first thing that catches your eye is the half of a black black black mask, which contrasts sharply with the pale complexion underneath the mask.

What surprised Huang Fuchen even more was that the man in green clothes stood on the swamp unharmed, without the slightest sign of sinking, and when he looked down, he found that the man was stepping on two wide and long planks under his feet, preventing them from sinking.

The two didn't have time to say hello, they glanced at each other, and they had a tacit understanding like old friends for many years, Huang Fuchen held the long sword in his hand on the ground, and they all exerted force at the same time, and the two stepped on the plank to quickly draw out the miasma swamp, until the solid touch under his feet came, and Huang Fuchen let go of the breath that he hung in his heart, and his body shook twice, almost unstable.