The so-called angry painting bamboo, like painting orchid. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but at this time, what Jiang Hao saw in front of him was thousands of bamboo leaves with angry hair like a sword.

In the world in the painting, there is no time flowing, but the wind in the forest is also strong and weak. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the bamboo leaves in the forest made a soft sound, and another leaf fell from the branch with the wind, swaying and flying towards Jiang Hao.

His face changed slightly, Jiang Hao hurriedly kicked his feet, his vitality exploded, and the whole person instantly flew upside down a few feet away.

However, what made Jiang Hao Zhuo change color was that when the bamboo leaf was about to land, it suddenly swayed with the wind, and it actually swayed mysteriously, sticking to the ground and slashing diagonally in the direction of Jiang Hao's evasion.

The tricky angle, the mysterious orientation, and the sharp sword aura, where is this a fallen leaf swaying in the wind, it is clearly a sword in the hands of a kendo master, drinking people's blood and taking people's lives.

There is no way to avoid it, Jiang Hao can only use all his strength to use the vitality in his body to protect his whole body. However, the sword qi carried on the bamboo leaf was really sharp, Jiang Hao's talisman vitality was cut open in an instant like a piece of paper, the bamboo leaf sank into the left shoulder, and the blood stained the placket red, adding a touch of bright red to the black and white world again.

"Bastard!"

Injured twice, but even the injury was inexplicable, and he didn't even see the shadow of an enemy, Jiang Hao felt extremely aggrieved, his palm grabbed in the void, and the purple sword body of the ghost spirit had already jumped into his hand.

The long sword was re-struck, Jiang Hao's momentum skyrocketed, and the vitality in his body was like a long river, continuously injecting the spirit of the dream.

"Drink!" Jiang Hao swung out a fierce sword, and the sharp sword body of the Dream Spirit cut through the void, bringing up a thunderous sword qi and slashing at a bamboo not far away.

Seeing that the bamboo was about to be cut off by Jiang Hao angrily with a sword, but at this moment, the bamboo was automatically swaying without wind, and the originally straight bamboo trunk bent a mysterious arc, and above the branches, the dense bamboo leaves pointed at Jiang Hao together, and the sharp sword qi pierced his face, if he didn't put away the sword and retreated, then even if he could cut off the bamboo with a sword, he was bound to be twisted into a pile of minced meat by the sword qi on the countless bamboo leaves.

Jiang Hao was naturally unwilling to die with a bamboo, and at the moment of crisis, he hurriedly took a breath of vitality, and the whole person took more than a dozen steps backwards as if he was sliding. Even so, Jiang Hao's chest was still cut by the sword qi on the bamboo leaves, criss-crossing one after another, densely packed, and sword marks like spider webs appeared terrifyingly on Jiang Hao's chest, almost disemboweling him.

"These bamboos know how to swordsmanship!" A ridiculous but unlaughable thought came to Jiang Hao's mind, the bend of the bamboo just now, although it looks simple, is the enemy must be saved, it is really an unbreakable truth in the way of the sword.

The sword qi is not as strong as the others, and the swordsmanship is not as subtle as the others. Jiang Hao was completely helpless, he was very unwilling, but he had to admit that he couldn't beat a bamboo.

The injuries on his body were not light, Jiang Hao did not dare to risk trying the power of these bamboos, and cautiously retreated to the edge of the bamboo forest, as far away from the attack of the bamboo as possible.

Fortunately, the bamboo has no feet and will not pursue, Jiang Hao breathed a sigh of relief. Sitting cross-legged, the passive skill, Tenacity, began to work, and the wound that had just been bloody slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After the wound was completely healed, Jiang Hao jumped up from the ground, looking at the terrible bamboo forest in front of him, his eyes showed a look of determination, this forest path is the only road here, and in other places, it is either dense bamboo, or a white and vast nothingness. The only chance to get out of here is to break through this bamboo forest.

"I can't just stay here, I still have to find exercises, to practice martial arts, to go to the continent, to reach the peak of the strong. I must not stay here, I want to get out. ”

Jiang Hao roared angrily in his heart, holding the ghost spirit in his hand, and entered the bamboo forest again, the long sword danced wildly, the sword qi was horizontal, and the target was still the bamboo that had just hurt him.

The bamboo swayed in the wind, the bamboo leaves swayed, staggered and danced, like a peerless swordsman, waving the sword in his hand, facing Jiang Hao.

"Qiang, Qiang, Qiang, Qiang......"

The thunder sword qi emitted by Jiang Hao and the sword qi emitted from the bamboo leaves frantically fought, and suddenly burst into bursts of gold and iron resonance.

However, when the manpower was poor, Jiang Hao finished his sword technique with one move, and the sword qi was slightly stunned, and the originally dense sword net was suddenly torn apart. The bamboo branch drooped down lightly, and hundreds of bamboo leaves on the bamboo branch brushed towards Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao's face changed, and he hurriedly retreated, but he was still a step too late, the bamboo leaves crossed, the sharp sword qi staggered and twisted, and Jiang Hao's chest was blurred again, dyed a large piece of bamboo leaves.

This time, Jiang Hao's injury was more serious than the last time, but his face showed a touch of surprise. It turned out that some of the bamboo leaves that brushed his chest just now were red leaves that had been dyed with Jiang Hao's blood last time. When these red leaves brushed across his chest, Jiang Hao keenly felt that there was not the slightest sword qi on these red leaves, as if they had turned into ordinary bamboo leaves, without causing him the slightest damage.

"Could it be that blood can wash away the sword qi on these bamboo leaves. Jiang Hao looked at the bright red bamboo leaves, and sure enough, there was no longer the sharp aura on them.

"Blood Bamboo Diagram, Blood Bamboo Diagram...... Is it to wash the bamboo with blood?" Looking at this dense bamboo forest, Jiang Hao couldn't help but secretly say that he was perverted.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Hao gritted his teeth, the palm of his left hand spread out slightly, and the sharp blade of the ghost spirit slashed, and suddenly made a cut in the palm of his hand. As soon as the vitality in the body was pressed, a blood arrow spurted out and floated on the surrounding bamboo leaves, and those bamboo leaves that were sprinkled with blood suddenly shook slightly, and the sharp sword qi on them quickly dissipated, turning into pieces of ordinary bamboo leaves.

This time, Jiang Hao clearly felt that those dissipated sword qi did not completely dissipate, but turned into a little strange energy and drilled into Jiang Hao's dantian. But no matter how Jiang Hao urged, those sword qi were just lying in his dantian and remained silent.

Although he didn't know if these sword qi piled up in the dantian would cause harm to him, Jiang Hao couldn't care much at this time, this was the only way to get out. The vitality in his body was surging, and his left palm kept spewing out blood arrows, dyeing pieces of bamboo leaves red. In a moment, Jiang Hao had already lost too much blood, his face became pale, and he felt dizzy for a while, which made his body shake uncontrollably.

"It can't go on like this. Jiang Hao gritted his teeth, sat down, and gasped for breath. After a long time, under the effect of "tenacity", the wounds on his body healed again, the blood loss was slowly replenished, and his face gradually returned to ruddy.

Looking at the hundreds of bamboo trees swaying in the wind in the forest, they have not yet been dyed red. And he had just almost dried up the blood on his body, and he was only able to stain two or three trees red. Jiang Hao's face couldn't help but show a look of wanting to cry without tears.

"His grandmother's, this is this weird picture that the bastard painted. Jiang Hao scolded angrily, although he was reluctant, he still stood up through gritted teeth, cut his left hand, and sprinkled blood like splashing ink, dyeing the bamboo leaves in the forest red.

Once you feel too much blood loss, sit down and rest, and use the perverted passive skill "Tenacity" to regain health. (Well, this is indeed a real regeneration)

When I felt better, I got up again and continued, and so on, and so on, and I don't know how long it took, and the black and white leaves in the forest turned bright blood red one by one.