More than a dozen vines roared and fell, and in the sky, there was a phantom, and the strong wind blew the man unsteady on his feet.

Snort.

A vine suddenly appeared a crack, white juice sprayed, the front end hung low, and then fell off with the main body, tumbling and falling to the ground.

The wind is stronger.

More than a dozen vines suddenly changed their trajectory, twisting and turning in mid-air, and a green canopy enveloped all of them.

The invisible flying sword swirled and shuttled through the vines, and no longer cared about killing the vines, the whistling vines whipped indiscriminately, forcing the flying sword to move smaller and smaller.

Strength, this flying sword is far inferior, that is, the body holds the sword, and the vine can be cut into two pieces at the moment of contact, but the power transmitted by that moment can still pull people away, not to mention the flying sword, which can work, all by sharpness, speed, and flexibility.

While.

The tossing and turning invisible flying sword trembled and appeared.

A streamer swirled in mid-air, snorted, and pierced deep into the dirt and disappeared.

Xiang'er's heart trembled, the flying sword was connected to her heart, and with this blow, the sword body became a little bent, stabbing into the ground, and she couldn't move for half a sound.

He pinched a sword trick in his hand, pointed to the ground, and the flying sword trembled a few times, and finally moved, struggled in the dirt with difficulty, and flew out through the mud with a whoosh.

After delaying for a moment, behind him, hundreds of vines chased after him, and the wind howled, so shocked that Xiang'er's face turned white.

Zhang Xiaohu took a deep breath, the qi and blood in his body turned wildly, his ribs clicked, and under the washing of qi and blood, he returned to his original position in a blink of an eye and pushed his chest up.

Breaking free from Xiang'er's support, he reached out into the air and made a move, and the black knife was thrown into his hand with a twist.

"Go"

Zhang Xiaohu let out a loud shout and rushed over to the remaining five or six vines in front of him.

It was all thanks to the automatic defense of the enemy by this black knife just now, and he had a moment to temporarily repair the injury.

Looking at the vines that were chasing closely, where did Zhang Xiaohu dare to delay here, his body only improved slightly, and he rushed out with a leap.

Xiang'er took away the sword light, and the clone shot out two palm thunders, one turned around, and chased away.

The two of them were as fast as lightning, rushing out one after the other, and behind them, a large green phantom swayed, and the towering trees around them had already become fragments of wreckage everywhere at this time.

Zhang Xiaohu let out a low snort, his palms tightened, he gritted his teeth, kicked his feet violently, jumped up, and the black knife in his hand instantly swung out thousands of afterimages, enveloping all the five or six vines that came in front of him.

The sword is bright, but it has lost its indomitable momentum.

The vines didn't care, as if they didn't care about being cut off, they roared, and they fell towards Zhang Xiaohu's head.

The afterimages that flew out were pointed, cut, picked, or smashed, and none of them collided with the vines.

The vines suddenly became chaotic, and the trajectory of the draw became distorted, and several vines whipped each other together.

Sawdust splashed, juice sprayed, and the huge force all hit him, and in an instant, the vines stiffened, as if a person had lost his hand and was involuntarily frozen.

The gap appeared, Zhang Xiaohu's body swayed, light, and swept past the vine, Na Xiang'er followed closely, with a coquettish sound, the sword in his hand flew over, and the sword light flew out, and the cold sword light kept falling on the vine.

Even if it is extremely solid, but the sword in Xiang'er's hand is not a vegetarian, just suffered a loss, that is because the power attached to the vine is too huge, and now it is stagnant, where can it stand Xiang'er's sword, and when the two people flew by, the vine just wanted to dance and pursue, and saw that cracks on the body suddenly rose, juice spurted out, and pieces of vines fell to the ground with a bang.

Roar.

Another roar sounded in their hearts, and in their minds, a thousand waves were raised, and as Xiang'er was running, her feet were soft, and she stumbled and fell.

It's just that this time Zhang Xiaohu was prepared, and the Yuan Shen operated, and laid layers of shields in his mind, this time, it just made him in a trance, and it was not as trance as just now.

The palm of his hand reached out, and he immediately held Xiang'er and dragged her, without stopping at all, and the lightning shot out.

This speed is not much slower than that teleportation, and it is more flexible, and it can change direction at any time, so Zhang Xiaohu has no intention of teleporting at all.

As for tearing the space and leaving, he thought about it, but the hundreds of vines behind him, like a giant python, waved with teeth and claws, just afraid that as soon as he opened the space, before he could step in, the vines would pull him away.

Behind him, the vines seemed to have no end, constantly extending and flying, the speed was amazing, just in the blink of an eye, they were still a few meters away from a few people, and the strong wind stirred up by the whipping and dancing kept falling on them like a knife.

"Brother Little Tiger, I'll come"

Seeing that Zhang Xiaohu was a little hesitant and wanted to turn around to face the battle, Xiang'er opened her mouth and spit out a small flame.

The white flames rose, and the wildly dancing vines stopped instantly, just after suffering a loss, the vines were a little hesitant, whether to continue to fall, or to find an opportunity to fight again.

The small flames floated in the air, rising rapidly with Xiang'er, firmly protecting the behind, there was no threat, Zhang Xiaohu's footsteps were a little faster, and in the dense forest, the figure flashed by.

More than ten miles away, as long as a few flashes can be reached, in front of you, the towering trees have become sparse, far away, you can see through the gap in the forest, see the stone pillars in the distance.

Zhang Xiaohu's body swayed, avoiding the big trees, but the vines did not dodge at all, relying on a huge force, and slammed down.

The towering trees that stood in its way, the broken trunks of the trees flew out, and the body of the tree that several people hugged together was drawn into several sections, leaving a blank space in the forest where it passed.

Xu also knew that the enemy was about to escape, and behind him, the more than 100 vines suddenly went crazy.

The vines that were originally chasing behind instantly dispersed, outflanked left and right, and overhead, there was even more dense green shadow.

Xiang'er gritted her teeth, her spiritual power surged, and the flames rose up, like a wall of fire, but the place to be protected was too big, flying all the way, and there were huge trees to avoid, and this wall of fire was difficult to protect at all.

A vine quietly shot out from the side, like a spear, through the crack in the wall of fire, and in a flash, it came to the front of him.

The divine consciousness had already been spread around, the doppelganger jumped out from the side, the palm of his hand opened, and in the palm of his hand, a flash of lightning burst out, beating the vine stiff, and on the top of his head, the slightly bent and damaged flying sword circled around the vine, white juice sprayed, and the vine several meters long fell.

Over there, the clearing is closer, and if you breathe more, you can escape into it.

The towering trees became more sparse, and the weeds and shrubs on the ground were much less, but Zhang Xiaohu didn't have time to think about these, so he kicked under his feet and flew out.

The wall of fire shook non-stop, and dozens of vines rolled up the towering trees, whipping wildly, bombarding the wall of fire into countless sparks.

Taking this opportunity, more than a dozen vines passed through the crack in the wall of fire, the speed was too fast, and a series of sharp chirps erupted, but the sound was not as fast as the vines, and before they could be heard, they had already pierced in front of them.

"You go first"

Zhang Xiaohu shouted, shook it hard, threw Xiang'er out of the clearing, probed with his palm, grabbed the clone by the wrist, and before she could react, her wrist flicked, and she threw the clone away.

"Brother Little Tiger, don't"

Xiang'er couldn't resist at all, and the person was spinning in the air, and he flew away in one fell swoop.

The small flame has been protecting Xiang'er's back, Xiang'er suddenly went away, and the rising wall of fire also dispersed with a bang, and countless flames flew down, and in that flame, a small white flame, fluttering, chased away.

"Come on"

Zhang Xiaohu roared angrily, holding the knife in both hands, holding it high above his head, his upper body leaned back slightly, in his body, in the thirty-six big acupoints, the strength was spinning wildly, in the meridians, the strength rumbled and flapped the meridians and roared past, the qi and blood soared, a pillar of qi and blood smoke soared into the sky, on the arms, the muscles were bulging, the green tendons were beating, the hands were too hard, and the knuckles were white.

Without the barrier of the fire wall, behind more than a dozen vines, a large afterimage was rapidly approaching, and above the head, dozens of vines fell downward like javelins, densely packed, wrapping this radius of more than ten meters inside.

Keeping his eyes firmly on the vines in front of him, Zhang Xiaohu kicked his feet, not only did not retreat, but rushed over.

Xiang'er is still in mid-air, at this time, what is needed most is time, you can't escape, you can only fight hard and fight to find a way out.

The sword light pulled out a long arc, and thunder and lightning gushed out, like an electric dragon.

On the ground, the weeds were uprooted, and when the wind stirred them, they broke into small pieces and flew in the sky, and in mid-air, the vines broke off and the juice sprayed.

Zhang Xiaohu's arm was already twisted and deformed, and his arm bones had already been broken again, and in front of him, five or six vines turned into two sections, and the remaining ten or so were whipped on his body in an instant.

Rumble.

A figure slammed down in midair, blasting the ground into a huge crater.

Zhang Xiaohu spurted blood in his mouth, his chest collapsed, most of the bones in his body were broken, and the black knife also came out of his hand and flew straight into the sky.

Countless vines roared and stabbed past, Zhang Xiaohu endured the severe pain, sensed it, rolled his body to the side, teleported, and disappeared in place.

Snort.

It's like a crop growing in the ground, and where it has just been stored, the vines are deeply pierced and densely packed.

Thundered.

The vines stirred on the ground, writhing and flying, and as soon as Zhang Xiaohu appeared in mid-air, the vines chased after him.

Zhang Xiaohu smiled bitterly, letting himself fall freely, countless phantoms swaying in front of him, at this time, he had no way to block at all, as if there was only one way to die.