The throwing spear left a small pit in Karl's greatsword in front of him, which did not trigger a sure hit or cause any damage to it.

Carl remained in his position, sweat from his forehead covering his cheeks, and he wanted to push a little harder, but the sharp pain in his fingers kept him from concentrating.

The rattans of the other plants once again bound the hands of the guy opposite, but once again they were cut by the sharp blades that appeared out of thin air. He watched as Lynch's free wrist pulled the rattan wrapped around his arm, summoned the throwing spear again, and then lifted it towards him with great difficulty.

Now the roots from the ground have covered most of Lynch's body, and they are still slowly extending upward, but the guy on the other side still refuses to give up resistance, compared to the other mages who died under this move before, this outsider's heart is indeed much stronger.

But that's about it.

Karl bit his lip and held on to Lynch, complaining a little in his heart about why his father hadn't paid a little attention to him, or even assigned a man to assist him, otherwise Lynch would have died a long time ago, and he wouldn't have endured such pain.

"You're going to die a miserable death," Karl gasped, letting sweat wet his eyes and drip down his face, "You should know what you're going to be in the end, yes, it's those insignificant tree-man monsters, without minds, only endless pain, and your soul will be imprisoned under this wooden cloak and tortured until death, you know?

Carl watched Lynch's expression closely, expecting to see some changes in his face, but to his disappointment, there was still no change in the outsider's face. Karl looked at the pure black eyes on his expressionless face, and his unexplained fear grew.

For Lynch, he really didn't have to respond to the guy opposite.

Future Vision didn't know why, so he saw two different endings.

One is that the must-hit effect of the throwing gun is triggered, Carl was directly injured by Lynch's thrower to the point of death, and the other is that the must-hit effect of the throwing gun is not triggered, just when Lynch is about to be swallowed by the roots, Perlicius affects his power here, making Carl's spell effect invalid, and Lynch can be freed, but the ground under his feet begins to tremble, and the huge tree man behind him let out a roar.

However, it is clear that the situation after the second possibility may not be completely better, so Lynch still expects his next blow to trigger a must-hit and directly kill the opposite obsessive guy.

Now his arm was once again bound by the tangled roots, and Lynch barely held the throwing gun in his hand, and threw it with the strength of his wrist.

As long as it must be triggered, the effect of the force doesn't seem to matter to its power, Lynch comforted himself.

Karl looked at the spear that the opponent threw weakly, and his slow speed and weak force could not even leave a trace on the great sword in front of him like the last time.

The corners of his mouth split into a mocking arc, and the pain the other party had inflicted on his hand made the illustrious young generation of the Sunseeker family eager to kill him as soon as possible.

Then he felt the leaves of the World Tree on his chest suddenly heat and float out of his chest, but they were grabbed by his grass chain, and before he could react, the feeble spear roared and pierced through the great sword in front of him, and the slender tip of the spear pierced directly into the leaves floating on his chest.

There was a dull crash, and Carl flew behind him as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer, followed by a frightened scream, and then slammed into the tree behind him.

In an instant, Lynch also felt that the roots that were comfortable on him had lost their vitality, withered and died at a rapid pace, and lost the strength that bound him.

He struggled to break free of the dry branches that bound him, and then fell to the ground, gasping for breath, the lush plants on the ground could no longer support their weight, and fell to the ground weakly, these small plants also seemed to have run out of life in the previous struggle, but still blocked his vision.

The Gun Thrower's Hit effect has indeed been triggered, and if there is no problem now, the opponent's situation should only be worse than his.

Thinking so, Lynch spread his perception and paid attention to Carl's position.

To his surprise, there didn't seem to be any wounds on this guy's body, but he seemed to be stunned now, or he himself was in a state of being a little distracted by excessive shock.

Lynch barely got up, not bothering why the future he saw did not match the current situation, he summoned a long sword in his hand, endured the pain all over his body, and wiped his face with his other hand, which was full of blood oozing from his facial features, and he shuffled slowly towards Carl's position.

Walk past the great sword, which also looked dead, had become dry and charred black.

The other party's aura is actually not much weaker, but now Lin Qi has to find a way to kill him, and if he doesn't find a way to solve him, he will never be better in the future.

Carl still didn't move, he leaned against the tree, his eyes glazed and his features stiff, until Lynch's footsteps became clearer and clearer, until Lynch stopped not far from him and reflected his figure in his pupils.

"How did you do that?" asked Karl in a dry voice.

"What?"

"How did you destroy her? You shouldn't have that kind of strength. ”

"That leaf? Lynch looked at Carl in front of him, at the bitter pale face of the fellow who had once looked like an elven prince, stained with broken leaves, mixed with sweat and tears, and looked like he had lost all his spirit, like a gambler who had just lost everything in a big gamble - messy hair and chicken coop.

The kind that used to be rich.

Lynch was a little strange. He felt that the guy in front of him had lost his ability to resist, although his breath was still there.

He swung the sword in his hand, and with the other he summoned the dagger as he wiped the blood that had oozed from his face again.

"You ......" Karl scrambled to get up from the ground, one of his hands hanging weakly, and a little blood flowed from above: "You don't want to come!"

As he spoke, his still intact hand waved in Lynch's direction, and the tiny plants on the ground grew wildly again, tangling towards Lynch.

With a swing of Lynch's sword, these plants were cut down by him easily and neatly, not at all as tough and difficult as those plants just now.

Carl staggered and ran towards the rear, without the slightest intention of fighting Lynch, and the plants on both sides of the road grew wildly, and some of them had a shape like a man-eating flower in the animation, facing Lynch's direction, looking like he was going to cut off the guy.

Lynch grinned.

He was going to chop off the head of the mage named Karl directly from the dagger in his hand.