Chapter 125: Quick Battle, Swift Sword Without Trace
If you want to solve these rattans, you can only start from this sky-looking tree.
It's just that......
Su Changqing's gaze passed through the layers of mist, landed on the huge net made of vines, and through the gap in the huge net, he looked at the straight trunk of the Wangtian Tree.
Judging by the overwhelming fog around it and the rattans that are like sharp knives coming out of its sheath, the strength of this sky-looking tree is unfathomable.
Su Changqing lowered his eyelashes, the star power of the five of them was easy to consume to the bottom, but the Heavenly Tree was obviously profound, and these vine attacks at the moment might be just a small appetizer for it.
If they want to win, they must find the weakness of the Wangtian Tree.
Then fight quickly and kill with one hit!
Otherwise, once the battle line is extended, the situation will become more unfavorable, and sooner or later they will end up exhausted.
But......
Even if you clearly understand this truth, the current situation is really difficult to break through.
Su Changqing furrowed his eyebrows, raised his eyes intently, his gaze penetrated the dim mist, and observed the roots of the Wangtian Tree, as well as the surrounding soil, trying to find its weaknesses.
Tree = Wood?
Fire Wood.
Plants generally do not have much resistance to fire.
So attack with fire?
However, the North Hellworld is an extremely cold place, and the surrounding area is even more cold, and if you get a little closer to your skin, you can feel the biting cold, and it also has a restraining effect on fire.
When Su Changqing was thinking hard about countermeasures, the branches that fell to the ground fluctuated slightly.
And at this moment, hundreds of vines rose into the air, turned an angle sensitively, and attacked Su Changqing.
The rattan change of tricks became without warning.
Seeing those rattans surging in, Su Changqing didn't have time to think about it, and relied on his body's instinct to retreat and dodge the attacking attack, while the long stick in his hand suddenly swirled.
The wind howled.
All the movements of the rattan can be captured by Su Changqing, and their speed is only a little faster than her reaction.
It all happened in the blink of an eye.
The girl held the long stick in both hands, crossed it in front of her, and at the same time swept it in front of her with the turn of the stick, the movement was fast and magnificent, and the spark mark that quickly condensed at the end of the stick in the diffuse fog was surging with a bloody fire.
The flames on the long stick swirled silently, forming a scorching wind around the end of the stick, and then turned into a coiled fiery serpent, and the scorching heat of molten pulp poured out of the fiery serpent.
Countless gold veins are like starlight, and the girl's dark pupils are like sharp blades tempered by melting fire.
The long stick was horizontal, and there was a silent chant in my heart.
"Go!"
In the next moment, the fire snake burst out with an extremely strong light, and in the tumbling fire, it was like a hurricane passing through, and its momentum was so majestic that it attacked the rattan.
"Zizi—"
Like burning bones to extinguish soup, like a dragon roaring.
The fire snake that suddenly shot out, the moment it touched the rattan, it made a fiery sound, and suddenly countless broken branches and leaves were thrown into the air, and then all fell to the ground.
And the remnants of the fiery snake also lightly slashed across the ground, leaving a deep nick.
The other side.
The main spearhead of the giant net formed by the convergence of rattan was still aimed at Xie Junyao, and the powerful suction force bounced back all her sword qi, and the movements were as bad as if she was deliberately slipping people to play.
Xie Junyao's eyes cooled suddenly, and he was shocked with a murderous intent, and a cold light flowed on the blade of the sword in an instant, like an ice pick shot into his eyes, almost stinging his eyeballs, and then slashed out with a sharp sword!
Sword Style!
Sword light overcomes thorns!
The sword is without a trace!
The sword qi was like a wind array, dense like a galaxy, and in an instant, it turned into countless sword rainbows, striking, towards the vine giant net.
But it wasn't that easy to deal with the vine net, because it could bounce back all these sword qi
Go.
When those sword rainbows reached the vine net, they were stunned, and then they suddenly turned around, and they all went in the direction of Xie Junyao.
Looking at Jian Hong, who was bounced back, a cold light flashed in Xie Junyao's eyes, and the next moment his wrist flipped.
The sword intent of the long sword in her hand surged again, and the strong wind suddenly gathered from her side, and the sword momentum skyrocketed in vain, and then formed a sword qi barrier in front of her, resisting the sword rainbow that rebounded back.
Xie Junyao's eyebrows frowned slightly.
Through the frantic wind whirlwind and the sword qi barrier in front of her, her eyes fell on the vine giant web, and her mind turned.
It seems that no matter how many times you attack, your sword will inevitably be bounced back by this net, and you need to find an opportunity, and then defeat the enemy with one move, and directly smash it to pieces.
Therefore, Xie Junyao decided to attack by defending.
She held her sword in front of her, defending herself with a dripping water.
And the situation of others is not much better than her.
Xiao He's rampant smile still stayed on his lips, as if he was reminiscing about the hearty battle just now, but the expression on the baby's face was full of oppression, and at this time, the hands hanging by his side suddenly clenched, gradually burning with fanaticism.
The star power around him surged, and his momentum continued to rise, and an unprecedentedly powerful flood of power erupted from his arms, and his two sleeves were suddenly shattered by the soaring star power. Chinese Net
The next moment!
His body flashed around like a ghost, and his arms were full of palpitating explosive power, turning his palms into fists, one punch after another stretched like flowing water, and his fists were wrapped in a sharp intent that was enough to kill.
The fist with great power suddenly burst out, and it was hard to shake together with the hundreds of rattans that attacked him!
"Bang-"
The two compartments intersected, making a deafening loud sound.
(End of chapter)