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Not to mention those two piano men, even the *oss fire cloud evil god can't bear a lion's roar!

Pu Huanzi's eyes froze, the whole person seemed to have been hit by a huge cannon, and he fell to the ground diagonally, his clothes were blown out, his hair was blown apart, blown off, if it wasn't for the temporary sacrifice of the big haystack buffer, he had been broken ribs at this moment. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's not so much that Song Ming has a big breath, but that Qi Yu's eleven-way serial explosion talisman is too powerful.

Song Ming smiled slightly, and just with the recoil of the lion's roar cannon, the whole person instantly rushed towards Purfiglioli in the dense fog.

Providence looked puzzled, stunned, not figuring out what was going on, and when he looked horrified—

Song Ming had already grabbed his neck with one hand, and only smiled:

"If you want to kill me, it's better not to take the weapon of a defeated general."

Purfiglioli's eyes froze:

"You-"

In the audience, Qi Yu's face was dark, he raised the wine bottle and drank it all, his slightly drunk face was covered with the bitterness of the past few years:

"I'm a piece of waste after all."

on the field.

Song Ming shook his head silently, reached out and slapped Purfigli in the face, directly breaking his neck bone, and then lifted his drooping head body out of thin air and threw it out of the field.

The fog then lifted.

The "Wind Binding Technique" on Songming's body also disappeared.

Song Ming fell from the sky, head down and feet up, calmly took out a grass root, held it in his mouth in a chic manner, and let the wind blow in his ears.

Pu Huanzi saw that Pu Feili's neck was broken, and slowly got up in the grass, his eyes gradually became fierce, the green tendons on his forehead bloomed, he tidied up the clothes on his body, and saw that Song Ming was still falling in mid-air, so he waved his hand and pinched the trick:

"Grass and Wood Road, Ten Thousand Arrows Together!"

Pu Huanzi's 10,000 arrows are all wooden arrows, and their speed and destructive power are not as good as metal arrows, but their arrows are extremely penetrating and highly toxic, and their power is even stronger than that of metal arrows of the same level.

Song Ming was falling in the air, and at this moment, in the face of hundreds of arrows, even if he could rely on blowing to change the falling route to dodge a little, he couldn't completely avoid it, so he simply didn't dodge at all, chewing the grass roots with an indifferent face, and letting thousands of arrows shoot it into a hedgehog.

Pu Huanzi's eyes were firm and ruthless, and he did not relax at all, and continued to pinch:

"Grass and wood, ten thousand arrows bind, double skills in parallel, wooden dragon bite!"

After each arrow drilled under Songming's skin, the tip of the arrow began to forcibly deform, so that it took root in Songming's muscles, firmly grasped his body, and completely restrained Songming's whole person - this is the body bound by ten thousand arrows.

Songming's falling speed became slower and slower, and he was finally suspended in the air, unable to move left and right.

At this moment, a huge wooden dragon suddenly sprang up from the field, opened its bloody mouth suddenly, showed a row of fangs like sharp swords, and bit at Songming from below.

Song Ming saw the row of teeth as sharp as a sword, and intuitively felt that his scalp was numb, and the moment the dragon's teeth bit him, he simply blew his mouth up, and the whole person was pushed back, rushing into the mouth of the wooden dragon, and only stopped when he got into the belly of the wooden dragon.

This sudden brain hole made the audience gasp.

"This guy is stupid, isn't he?"

Pu Huanzi sneered faintly, and at the same time quickly pinched the trick:

"Stupid, wooden dragon transformation!"

Before this technique could be issued, a cold and indifferent male voice suddenly came out of the wooden dragon's body:

"Don't bother, I'll help you transform."

Song Ming lightly punched, smashing open the belly of the wooden dragon, and the whole person was hung with arrows, as if he was wearing a battle armor, and drilled out in a dashing manner, and then divided two by two with three blows, and removed the head and claws of the wooden dragon with a bang.

Pu Huanzi's brows were gloomy, and black clouds were thick:

"This guy...... You can still move! ”

Song Ming's face was helpless, his fists were pressed against his chest, and the steam in his body was running, and his body suddenly swelled violently, squeezing hundreds of wooden arrows out of his skin in an instant:

"Didn't I say it, don't even think about killing me remotely in the Feather Transformation Realm, otherwise do you think Qi Yu, Luo Hongda, Kaido and the like are stupid, although these are all routines, but if you really want my life, you still need to get closer, how can a person who is afraid of me kill me? Come on! ”

Pu Huanzi's face suddenly turned pale, and he sneered with a very disgusting expression:

"Do you think you're handsome?"

Song Ming helplessly spread his hands:

"Are we going to start talking about philosophy?"

Pu Huanzi's eyes flashed with coldness, and he pinched the trick:

"Today is a great day, it's time for the seeds to sprout and grow - grass and trees, a thousand times instant!"

"Huh?"

Song Ming's eyes froze, and the melody of a small apple echoed in his ears.

With this melody, he only felt unbearable pain all over his body, and his body seemed to gather into a seed invisibly, this seed grew rapidly, took root and sprouted in the chest cavity, and the roots and branches continued to penetrate the internal organs, absorb all kinds of nutrients, tightly strangle the blood vessels, and soon grew a tree trunk.

The trunk was a small lump that thrived inside him, growing wantonly and morbidly like a tumor, the size of a ping-pong ball at first, the size of a football in the blink of an eye, and then more than the size of a child, almost bursting Songming's belly......

Most of Songming's internal organs have been damaged, losing their function and function, even the muscles are occupied by the root system, and the bones are squeezed and bent, making it difficult to support the high-intensity battle......

Song Ming looked up to the sky and sighed, wanting to cry without tears:

"Am I going to be a mother? I'm still a virgin with fresh chrysanthemums! When exactly did you have a seed in your stomach? Is it the arrow just now, or the poisonous mist from before, or the eleventh ......"

Pu Huanzi clasped his hands on his chest, calm and relaxed:

"Hahahaha, poisonous mist, arrows, explosive charms...... These are just catalysts and nutrients, and the seeds have already been planted in your body! ”

Song Ming was surprised:

"When?"

Pu Huanzi coldly explained:

"Do you remember when you inhaled the allergy pollen released by Mr. Colin during the last game? That's not allergenic pollen, but the seeds of a rare beast-eating tree, this beast-eating tree is 'eaten' to achieve the purpose of 'eating' the original beast from the inside, these pollen happens to be the strange species in the cannibal tree, they are spread through pollen, so that they can bury seeds in the body of the original beast just by breathing, and then eat them from the body of the original beast, but this process usually takes a few days or even a month - but you seem to be extra nutritious, just need me to provide some catalysts, These seeds can gather and sprout, and grow to such a size in an instant. ”

"Huh?"

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Preview: Chapter 225, History is always strikingly similar (to be continued.) )