The vines were as hard as iron, and the paper knife could only cut down half a point into the wood.

The two little paper figures were not discouraged, allowing themselves to hang on the vines, and the other little hand quickly drew the talisman.

In just an instant, no fire spontaneously combusted, turning into two huge fireballs.

The vines seemed to be burned painfully, and they shook them like whips several times, and at the same time smashed them to the ground, and finally extinguished the flames, leaving only two charred black places.

Taking advantage of this gap, Xia Hou had already drawn his sword in his hand, his face was flustered, and he calmly retreated while stabbing the vine with his sword from a tricky angle.

The four-finger-wide sword struck the vines, making a sound of metal colliding.

Except for the part that was burned by the little paper figure just now, no matter where Xia Hou stabbed the rest, he could only leave shallow traces.

On the contrary, the vines were extremely powerful, and every volley could directly swing the sword away, shaking Xiahou's wrist numb.

The situation in the field slowly tilted towards the vines.

Most of the time, Xiahou can only rely on light steps to dodge, and from time to time he will be drawn out of breath, and only occasionally can he seize the opportunity to scorch the black place and cause some damage to the vines.

But this vine is actually a branch of the powerful person with tentacles - the thousand-year-old locust tree spirit grandmother, which is thick and hard, according to Xiahou's cutting method, if you want to cut it, I am afraid that I will have died several times.

After a while, Xia Hou was drawn into his left arm again, and the wound that had just stopped bleeding burst again, and the blood was pouring out, and his movements were delayed a few points.

Qi Zihuan, who was watching the battle in the grass on the side, was about to stand up and join the battle.

Suddenly, a long howl came from the other side of the mountain wall.

Yan Chixia spread her arms and swooped down like a big bird, her dirty robe and beard on her face scattered in the wind, full of majesty.

Xia Hou pursed his lips, as if he was very disdainful of Yan Chixia's pretending to be forced before the sound came, but after all, he still knew that now was not the time to be sarcastic, so he pursed his mouth and just buried his head in the sword.

Yan Chixia's addition greatly alleviated the situation of the crisis just now.

These two people have loved and killed each other for seven years, although they are not the same, but after all, they still have a tacit understanding of feelings.

At this time, one person is tricky and smart, and the other person is fierce, and the cooperation is very perfect.

After fighting for a while, the vines never saw their success, and it was inevitable that they were a little impatient, and each volley became more powerful and heavy.

Xiahou deliberately sold a flaw, causing the vine to draw his left arm again, and Yan Chixia, who had already gathered momentum on the side, held the sword over the top with both hands, and slashed it on the head during the recitation of the Sanskrit incantation, just slashing at the already mutilated charred black part.

When the great sword slashed down, there seemed to be a glimmer of golden light.

The vines were simply cut off, and the severed parts twisted around the ground for a while, then turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned to ashes.

There was a muffled roar in the woods, and the remaining vines quickly retracted, disappearing as soon as they entered the dense forest.

Yan Chixia was also a little out of breath, holding her sword on guard in place.

Xia Hou couldn't support it anymore, and sat on the ground, his left hand was not only bloodstained, but the entire bone was broken, showing a twisted shape.

His face was a little pale, but he didn't care about any other emotion, not even the severed arm, but stared at the woods with burning eyes.

The wind was silent and the trees were silent, and there was no movement in the woods except for the chirping of insects, the croaking of frogs, and the occasional howl of wolves.

The two of them by the stream relaxed a little.

"What was that?" Xia Hou asked with a cold face.

Yan Chixia looked at his left arm, which was broken for an unknown number of pieces, and said with a light sigh: "I heard before that there are often female ghosts in this Lanruo Temple who hook people and suck people's yang energy, so I came here to cultivate, and by the way, I will see if I can eliminate the demon and defend the way." But they didn't seem to want to fight me, and each time they disappeared before I could arrive, and this was the first time I had faced each other. ”

"They? And quite a few? Xiahou frowned.

"Yes, there are many goblins and ghosts in the vicinity, and the one who gathered them together was a thousand-year-old locust tree spirit...... I guess the vine we hit just now is just a branch of this old monster. ”

Xiahou's face sank like water, and he didn't say much.

His left arm is now completely broken, let alone holding a sword in the future, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult to even carry a bowl. Although his swordsmanship is mainly right-handed, the lack of a hand is not as simple as a seven-fold discount on strength.

Basically, it can be said that he will never have to compare swords with Yan Chixia in the future.

Now I heard that it was only a branch of the old monster that I had fought hard just now, and I had no hope of revenge.

I was a little disheartened at the moment.

"Don't worry, there are still many famous doctors in the rivers and lakes, and you may not be able to ...... with this hand" Yan Chixia was also a little gloomy, and persuaded in a low voice.

Before Xia Hou could finish speaking, he interrupted impatiently: "There is no need to say more about this kind of nonsense, I will never abandon the sword in the future, and if I am missing one hand, I will have one hand of swordsmanship." Bearded, let you get away with it for a few years, and I'll come back to you when I'm done. ”

"You......" Yan Chixia smiled bitterly.

Xia Hou ignored him no longer, but shouted loudly into the empty space: "Which master helped just now, please show up." ”

Ahem.

Qi Zihuan pretended to cough twice, stood up from the grass, and slowly walked towards the two.

He came this time, first, to take a look at the goddess in his memory, second, to get a glimpse of the goddess in his memory, and third, to try his grandmother's strength.

The last two reasons are that it is better not to show his face, so he will pout his ass and hide in the grass the whole time.

"This ...... This brother, you manipulated the paper man to save my life just now? Xiahou originally wanted to call him Engong, but he could see that Qi Zihuan's face was too tender, and he really couldn't shout.

Qi Zihuan casually arched his hand and said lightly: "It's serious, it's just the right time." ”

Yan Chixia couldn't help but take a deep look at the young man who had just appeared.

He also found out just now that only the scorched black place could bring the most damage to the vines, but he always thought that it was the result of Xiahou's previous desperate efforts, but he didn't think that it was the means of the young man in front of him.

"Brother, don't be as polite and false as this bearded man. Saving my life is saving my life, there is nothing to be humble. Xiahou didn't like to owe favors the most, and said bluntly, "Although my Xiahou's head is not too valuable, there are also a few rewards on the rivers and lakes...... In that case, you can make a request, as long as I can do it, I will help you complete it. ”

This time it was Qi Zihuan's turn to smile bitterly.

This Xiahou's tone is also bigger......

Does he think he's Aladdin's magic lamp or the dragon in Dragon Ball? Why not give three wishes at once?

Let you go and kill the old demon of Montenegro, okay?