Chen Yu, who was pumped away, covered the wound on his waist and abdomen, struggled to get up from the sea, and raised his bow to aim at the swirling and winding blue column.

Feeling the faint light of fire in the air, Chen Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, his right arm was slightly raised, and the flamboyant flames rose violently along the plane tree, and the phoenix shadow seemed to be angry with the bow-wielder, and the phoenix sound of Qingyue became higher and higher, breaking through the sky.

Zheng! The feather arrows pierced the blue pillar of the willow branch with the light of the fire.

Large swaths of crimson flames swirled up the column.

The column was broken, and the sudden increase in air velocity around it stagnated violently, and then quickly dispersed.

When the opportunity came, Chen Lin tried to stabilize his body, waved his wings desperately, and turned into a flaming red arrow and crashed head-on.

The air was filled with the crackling of willow branches engulfed in flames.

But more willow branches instantly overwhelmed the flames burning around them, entwining and flying towards Chen Lin.

Chen Yu kept retreating, while dodging the willow branches that were constantly surrounding and attacking, he raised his bow and arrows to help Chen Lin get out of trouble.

To the south, Fang Chen stepped on the tide and pressed forward, while Yu Yao stood at the head of the waves and constantly grabbed the surrounding undercurrent, turning water into blades, and constantly chopping the willow branches around him with teeth and claws.

The willows forced by the fine water blades in the tide retreated one after another.

In a short time, they forced nearly 100 meters in, and the process was so rapid that Yu Yao even had the illusion that this willow tree was nothing more than that.

Delusions are delusions after all.

After the willow tree was forced to retreat for nearly 100 meters, it finally reacted, and countless willow branches quickly wound and gathered, converging into a thick whip, facing the tide directly, just like a spinning top, the frequency was fast and urgent, and after a few clicks, Yuyao felt that the tide under his feet turned!

The surrounding mist was stirred and wrapped around the top, and Yu Yao and Fang Chen's eyes were covered with a thick layer of white mist.

The green willow branches tumbled in the white mist, and from time to time the whip of the converging whipped through the mist to their feet.

Yu Yao is okay, the white mist can't block her blue pupils, but Fang Chen below is miserable, although her eyes can see normally, but her skills can't be used for the time being, and the willow branch that was sneak attacked by this cold man has been "pampered" several times in succession.

And Liu Zhi, who had hit the target several times, thought that he was lucky and picked the soft persimmon, so he naturally divided some of the firepower that attacked Yuyao on Fang Chen, and planned to focus on taking care of it and let the soft persimmon go out in advance.

And then ...... Kicked to the iron plate.

Fang Chen looked at the more and more willow branches in front of him, and shook his left hand at his side, pulling the turbulent tide to gather at his feet, and his body began to slowly fill with gray-white flames, and the cold flames seemed to graze his arms carelessly, dyed with dots of blue-purple.

When the willow tree stretched out his hand again, Fang Chen's whole body flames instantly surged, directly covering the whip made of willow branches inside, and the tide under his feet also flew out of the sea, and the thick column of water dyed the gray-purple fire on Fang Chen's body directly followed.

The gray-white fireworks are like burning ice, and all the willow stained by it is instantly "burned" into gray-white, and the blue-purple color attached to the flames is like the four lines attached to the bones, spreading along the veins of the willow tree.

In the blink of an eye, large expanses of green were dyed lavender, and the jasper-like branches were eroded and rotted, and fell to the surface of the sea with white smoke.

The willow tree was "burned" and could only survive with broken arms, cutting off large pieces of burning and purple willow branches by themselves.

Yu Yao looked at the embarrassed appearance of the willow tree, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook, and the legs standing on the top of the tide turned into silver-white slender fish tails.

()