The fingers glowing with black light were about to sink into Dongfang Mo's eyebrows.

Dongfang Mo was shocked, and at this time, the wooden sword in his hand was horizontal.

"Ding!"

A few inches of fingernails pierced the blade of the sword, and there was a crisp and pleasant blow.

The next moment, Dongfang Mo felt like he had been hit hard, and his body flew out upside down.

fell to the ground and took seven or eight steps back before he stood firm.

When he looked at the old man again, his eyes were full of jealousy.

For some reason, when he saw the old man's rickety figure, he always felt a little strange, and as for where the strangeness was, he really couldn't say it.

Just as he was pondering, he saw the old man's figure flower.

Dongfang Mo looked to his side, and suddenly snorted coldly, and the wooden sword in his hand slashed from bottom to top, and a sword slashed obliquely at his side.

"Poof!"

I saw that the sword was shattered, and the old man's figure was also forced out, and at this time he still maintained the posture of five fingers into claws, and the sword was scattered between his fingers.

Dongfang Mo's body flickered, widened the distance from it, and stomped on his feet at the same time.

With the sound of popping, dozens or hundreds of vines once again came out of the old man's feet, intertwined, intertwined into a dry prison, and imprisoned him.

In the next moment, hideous wooden thorns drilled out of the vines, stabbing at the rickety old man in the middle.

I saw that in the dry prison, the old man's fingers rotated, his arms turned into countless afterimages, and the claw shadows flashed, and the surrounding wooden thorns were like fragile dead branches, which were scratched and broken by him.

Just as the wooden thorns were all destroyed, the old man's arms were straightened, his five fingers were clawed, and his body was like a spinning top, spinning in place.

"Click!"

The dungeon was torn apart in an instant.

At this time, I saw that Dongfang Mo had already condensed a cloud of green light and shadow in front of him.

In the next moment, with a push of his palm, thousands of wooden thorns turned into the shape of a giant sword, and they came in an instant.

At the critical moment, the old man's fingers quickly pinched the trick, and at the same time pointed out at the overwhelming wooden thorns, only to see a flash of inspiration, his figure was submerged by the wooden thorns.

The two collided, and there was a crackling sound.

Dongfang Mo's eyes were staring, but after taking a breath, his color suddenly changed.

A rickety figure rushed out of the wooden thorns, and while it was still in the distance, it slapped it with a palm.

A withered, illusory palm print descended from the sky.

Seeing that the palm print was pressed, Dongfang Mo's expression froze, and a layer of seemingly weak Gang Qi suddenly appeared around his body.

"Bang!"

That layer of qi seemed to be vulnerable, and it was smashed in an instant.

Seeing this, the old man pricked his mouth, but there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

At this moment, a green shadow silently circled behind it, holding a pitch-black wooden sword, and suddenly stabbed at its vest.

Seeing that the wooden sword was about to pierce into his body, Dongfang Mo's breathing was slightly short.

But at this time, the old man suddenly turned around, looked at Dongfang Mo and grinned, only to see him slap his hands in the middle.

"Smack!" A bang.

Dry palm, stiffly sandwiched the wooden sword in the middle.

Dongfang Mo was shocked, and at this time, he suddenly twitched, but the wooden sword seemed to be solidified by molten iron, and it did not move at all.

At this time, the rickety old man showed a strange smile.

As soon as his arm bent, Dongfang Mo felt an incomparable huge force coming from the wooden sword, and he saw that his body was about to be pulled closer by the old man.

At the critical moment, I saw that his palm loosened, and he abandoned his sword and retreated.

It wasn't until he landed a few feet away that he looked at the rickety old man with some surprise.

At this time, the old man opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he could not make a sound, and could only see the opening and closing of his mouth.

After a few breaths, one of them grabbed the hilt of the sword, and then carefully placed the wooden sword in front of his eyes.

Immediately, his thumb and index finger, like steel tongs, clamped the two ends of the wooden sword, and in Dongfang Mo's shocked look, he broke it hard.

"Click!"

The wooden sword was suddenly broken in two.

In the distance, Dongfang Mo's face turned pale, "Wow! With a bang, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Because the wooden sword had already been refined by him, and it was destroyed at this time, his heart was suddenly struck by lightning.

His eyes went dark, his mind tingled, and he almost fainted.

"Jingle bell!"

At the critical moment, a bell on his waist rang crisply.

This sound fell in his ears, like a divine sound, and his mind instantly cleared a little.

But at this time, looking at the old man in front of him, where is the figure of the old man.

In the next moment, Dongfang Mo felt a cold aura coming from behind him.

When I turned around, I saw that the old man's hands were like eagle claws, grabbing his waist and abdomen.

Dongfang Mo let out a low snort, and with a click, a layer of rattan armor was all over his body, but he wrapped his whole body in a breath.

At this time, the old man's palm was like a steel knife, piercing into the rattan armor.

"Click!"

I saw that his hands were divided from it, and the rattan armor was instantly torn in half.

Taking advantage of the fact that Dongfang Mo's figure was revealed, the old man approached.

"Poof!" A bang.

In its horrified gaze, five fingers thrust into its heavenly spirit.

But at this time, the old man's weird smile suddenly froze.

I saw that the figure in front of me turned into a Dao Dao spiritual light and dissipated.

At the same time, a sound of breaking the air sounded from behind him.

As soon as the old man turned around, he saw a white whisk of dust coming towards him.

Seeing this, his palm grabbed the dust again.

But the silk condensed into a hemp rope, and when it was about to be grabbed by the old man, Dongfang Mo's wrist flicked, and the silk was weirdly drilled, bypassing the back of his hand, and winding his arm into a snake shape.

I didn't have time to rejoice, but when I saw the old man pull suddenly, Dongfang Mo once again felt a huge force that was difficult to match.

"I still want to do this."

With a cold snort, I saw his arm shake, and the dust suddenly shook a circle of arched waves, easily dissolving this force.

At the same time, the silk continues to extend, like a spiritual snake, winding the old man's body strongly.

Dongfang Mo mana suddenly bet.

I saw that the silk shrank instantly, and its figure clicked.

Seeing this, a sneer appeared at the corner of Dongfang Mo's mouth.

But the next moment, I only felt a loosening of my hand, and in the distance, the rickety old man disappeared as if out of thin air.

At the same time, several pieces of spiritual light suddenly appeared in front of him, and the spiritual light gathered together, condensing the figure of the old man.

At this time, the old man grinned, revealing his empty mouth, and also without any magic moves, he simply grabbed it and pulled out his heart.

Dongfang Mo was shocked, and at this time, he stomped on his feet and retreated in an instant.

But the old man was like a maggot on a tarsal bone, and his palm was tightly pressed against his chest, and he walked forward like a shadow.

At this moment, as long as Dongfang Mo's retreating figure was slightly paused, he would be grabbed by the old man's steel tong-like palm.

"Bang!"

Dongfang Mo's retreating figure suddenly hit a big tree.

Seeing this, the old man's eyes flashed, and under the God-given opportunity, his arm vibrated and extended in an instant, about to be inserted into his chest.

But at this moment, only a soft sound was heard, and Dongfang Mo's figure instantly disappeared into the big tree behind him.

"Poof!"

The big tree that the two of them hugged together was as fragile as a paper wall, and the old man's whole arm was pierced into it.

With a quick dip, a large handful of sawdust was grabbed out, and a large hole was dug out of the trunk.

And Dongfang Mo's figure has long since disappeared.

The old man seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned around, and saw a figure standing out of another tree.

Just as he was about to make a move, he saw that among the big trees in front of him, several arm-thick vines suddenly drilled out, and the vines instantly wrapped around his body.

The old man's body shook and easily broke it.

But at this moment, a violent mana fluctuation suddenly came from the top of his head.

"Whoa!"

The tree in front of him began to tremble.

When I looked up, I only heard the leaves make a rustling sound, and then straightened instantly, and a shiny luster flashed on the leaves.

The next moment was erected one by one, turning into sharp leaf blades, from top to bottom, suddenly shooting out.

The dense leaves like raindrops annihilated the old man's figure in a blink of an eye.

It turned out that Dongfang Mo had escaped into the trunk of the tree before, and took the opportunity to inject the two condensed groups of vitality. Going around behind the old man, he immediately used the Dacheng Wood Thorn Technique that was integrated into the vitality.

The Wood Thorn Technique is ever-changing, and if he performs it out of thin air, with the thickness of his mana, he can condense thousands of Wood Thorns.

But if it is cast by the object of the wood spirit, it will be different.

At the beginning, he was only a fourth-order cultivator, and the Wood Thorn Technique was only a small realm, but it was enough to inspire thousands of bamboo leaves to turn into wooden thorns, forcing Zao Wou-Ki, who was a lot taller than him in cultivation, to be embarrassed.

At this time, with the help of this tree, I saw tens of thousands of leaf blades falling from the sky.

That momentum alone is enough to make people retreat.

I heard the sound of a sharp piercing of flesh.

When the leaves fell into the air, the figure of the old man was long gone.

Dongfang Mo's heartstrings are tense, and he always pays attention to everything around him.

Just when he was extremely vigilant, he saw a flash of inspiration on his side.

Dongfang Mo had already prepared, and he pulled the dust in his hand without thinking about it.

"Whew!"

As soon as the aura condensed and formed, the dust whisked on its body.

But in the next moment, Dongfang Mo's eyes widened.

I saw that the dust was like pumping on the mirror, and a ripple appeared in the old man's figure, and the dust penetrated through.

"Spirit!"

Dongfang Mo exclaimed, finally knowing that something was wrong.

No wonder this old man didn't use any magic weapons, and he didn't even activate the magic spells, it turned out that he was just a spirit body, if he activated the magic or used the magic weapon, he would definitely lose his own spiritual power, and in the long run, his body would definitely dissipate.

So this he is just using the power that is condensed into the flesh.

But at this time, if the old man hadn't heard it, he grabbed his arm, and Dongfang Mo barely saw an afterimage flashing, and at the critical moment, he only had time to open his body slightly sideways.

"Poof!"

But there was still a bloody wound on his waist.

Suddenly, he felt a piercing pain coming, and at the same time, he pulled out.

But at this moment, when the old man's figure swayed, he reappeared in front of him, and his dry palm became bigger and bigger in his eyes, and he was about to cover the door in front of him.

Seeing this, a trace of cunning flashed in Dongfang Mo's eyes, and the next moment, as soon as his arm was raised, a black light flashed in the cuffs.

The black light was extremely fast, instantly piercing the old man's palm, and before the old man had time to react, after the black light penetrated the palm, it directly sank into his eyebrows.

With a shake of his arm, a wisp of divine consciousness shattered his eyebrows.

"Let's go!"

The old man pouted his mouth, looked at Dongfang Mo, and showed an inexplicable coldness in his eyes, and then his figure completely dissipated without a trace.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo breathed a long sigh of relief.

At the same time, with a twist of his palm, he hid a piece of the slick object into the cuff.

This thing is the strangely shaped long whip that was snatched from Gongsun Yu's hand, and the power is really good.

Dongfang Mo had just taken a breath when he felt a fire in the distance, accompanied by a violent fluctuation of mana.

Seeing this, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

The figure flickered, and then swept into the distance.