What's going on?

Such a huge tree is about to wither to death in an instant, who has such ability?

Yang Junshan looked around, but saw that the originally lush canopy was no longer obstructed because of the dead branches and leaves, and even the peach blossom miasma around seemed to have faded a lot, and he happened to see Lan Ying, a monk of the Wu clan who was standing on a branch in a daze dozens of zhang away, and was also in a daze because of the greatly changed scene in front of him.

That Lan Ying also noticed Yang Junshan's gaze at this time, and in a blink of an eye, the moment the four eyes met, Lan Ying seemed to think of something, and a fierce light suddenly flashed in her eyes.

Yang Junshan didn't look good, he was too familiar with the temperament of the Wu clan monks, and when he heard the war, he liked to fight, although this Lan Ying was a woman, she seemed to be very rational before, but this did not mean that this person was an outlier of the Wu clan.

What's more, at this time, Nalan Ying's gaze at him was full of fierce light, and there was actually a sudden color in it, this person couldn't have put the giant peach tree on himself because of the sudden withering, right?

Yang Junshan's thought flashed in his mind, and before he could explain, Na Lanying had already killed him violently, and the witch weapon in his hand was straight to his left ear piercing.

"You're crazy!"

Yang Junshan scolded, but at this time he had nothing to explain, the extraterritorial monks and the human race were originally mortal enemies, and the reason why they restrained each other before was because no one had the certainty of victory, but also because of the temptation of the peach.

Now the whole giant peach tree has begun to wither, and all the spiritual peaches that have not had time to pick have dried up, which in the eyes of almost everyone, there is only one reason that can be explained, that is, the peaches bred on the giant peach tree have been picked.

When Lan Ying saw Yang Junshan, Yang Junshan was maintaining the action of picking spirit peaches, and Lan Ying naturally decided that the peach was very likely to fall into Yang Junshan's hands, even if it was only "possible", but this might be enough for Lan Ying to snatch it.

Originally, Yang Junshan had a good impression of the Wu Clan, and there was the breath left by Wu Shuo and Jiuli on his body as evidence, and he felt that there would not be much conflict with the Wu Clan monks, even when he entered the Liangyu Mountain Range and was blocked by the three Wu Clan monks, the two sides also kept each other's hands, and they never completely tore their faces.

However, looking at Lan Ying's posture now, it is obviously a rhythm that will not stop with Yang Junshan, Yang Junshan can't help but sigh secretly, in the face of the temptation of Pan Tao, his identity as a "friend of the witch clan" is afraid that it is not so effective.

Because the body of the mountain splitting knife suffered a heavy blow, Yang Junshan lacked conventional coping methods in the process of fighting, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

The biggest feature of Yang Junshan's cultivation of the Nine Thousand True Yuan is that it is pure and thick, far surpassing the monks of the same level, and when encountering an opponent who is evenly matched, the long-term grappling makes the opponent exhausted, which is one of Yang Junshan's usual methods.

But whether it is the treasure magic power "Earth Shaking Mountain Shaking Technique" that he has successfully cultivated, or the natal magic treasure mountain monarch seal, it itself belongs to the kind of powerful outbreak means, which is usually used to defeat the opponent and determine the winner with one blow, and other magical powers such as Fantian Seal, Covering Earth Seal and the like are the same, and another spiritual weapon in his hand, "Snake Twist", is mostly used to restrict and imprison, and the lethality is also very small.

After returning from the ice field, the opponents Yang Junshan encountered along the way rarely had the hearty feeling before in the process of fighting, and it seemed that he had to find a spiritual weapon to take advantage of, or to repair the mountain splitting knife as soon as possible, or to mention its quality.

The Wu monk's attack is always so violent, the long hook flashes with a cold glow, if it hits the opponent's ear piercing, half of the brain can be pulled out.

Yang Junshan was helpless, and used the "snake twist" in his hand as a long whip, and the whip body shook deftly in mid-air, and rolled towards the long hook.

But Lan Ying on the other side chuckled, and slapped a palm on a branch on his side.

This scene is not the first time Yang Junshan has seen it, and he secretly said in his heart, how can he forget that she is a monk of the Jumang tribe of the Wu clan, and the monks of the Wu tribe are naturally able to manipulate some plants and trees.

Sure enough, at the moment when Lan Ying's palm slapped the branch next to her, the originally withered branch near Yang Junshan seemed to come to life all of a sudden, and it was suddenly entangled with the "snake twist".

Yang Junshan shook his hand and pulled, and these dead branches broke one after another, but the long hook had already taken the opportunity to hook his ears, and Yang Junshan's ears began to itch with the sharp energy.

Yang Junshan is not a person who is waiting to be killed, but when Lan Ying attacked first and seized the opportunity, he had to temporarily retreat.

But in this way, Lan Ying seized the opportunity all of a sudden, and the magical methods of various witch clans were like waves, chasing Yang Junshan one after another, and steadily gaining the upper hand.

Although Yang Junshan's cultivation in the Jugang Realm is only equivalent to the second level of the Blood Witch Realm, which is one level lower than that of Lan Ying, Yang Junshan is not so easy to get along with, from his growth to the present, it has long been commonplace to fight with opponents in a few decades.

Although he was accidentally robbed of the opportunity by the opponent and pressed him all the way, Yang Junshan did not mess up, but guarded the door tightly, like a spring, but it was suppressed very much, the more likely it was to fight back at any time, and the counterattack would become more and more violent.

Yang Junshan responded calmly all the way, after the strange stone in his hand completely stabilized his cultivation of the advanced Jugang Realm, in fact, he has not fully adapted to the cultivation of the Jugang Realm, although he has had several battles before, but either because he escaped in time, or because of the weakness of the opponent, his tempering of his own cultivation is far from enough, this time with this Lan Ying's dramatic battle, but it made Yang Junshan more and more adaptable to his own cultivation, and many magical means are more and more handy.

And Lan Ying, who was fighting against him, was more and more frightened, she could clearly feel Yang Junshan's obvious progress in the process of this battle, Yang Junshan at this time gave her the feeling of being like a volcano about to erupt, although she was already trying her best to suppress it, but she knew that once she made a mistake and caused the volcano to burst out in one fell swoop, she herself was afraid that it would be difficult to retreat with her whole body.

Lan Ying felt that her current form was quite a feeling that it was difficult to ride a tiger.

At this time, a violent spiritual turmoil also broke out on the other side of the huge canopy, and after Qingfeng Zhenren encountered the barbarian monk's old poison, the two sides also launched a fierce battle.

However, with Qingfeng Zhenren's previous opponents of the three people, it is obvious that the old poison cannot be his opponent, the only thing to worry about is that the old poison's poison magic power is often unguardable, he tried to make a secret plan before, but Yang Junshan saw through it, and Qingfeng Zhenren did not notice it in advance at that time.

Lan Ying originally thought that the forces of the two sides could be said to be evenly matched, but he couldn't help the other party, a monk whose cultivation was obviously inferior to himself, and the old poison on the other side might not necessarily be the opponent of Qingfeng Zhenren, so the only way to do this was to retreat first, anyway, the giant peach wood had withered, and it would be worth the loss if he continued to fight.

But just as Lan Ying was about to get out, a black gas suddenly floated from between the dead branches and leaves on the opposite side of the canopy, and then wrapped around in the direction where Yang Junshan was.

At this time, Qingfeng Zhenren's angry voice came: "Be careful of his black smoke, Lao Tzu is poisoned here, be careful yourself!"

Lan Ying was in good spirits when the black air drifted in, and when Qingfeng Zhenren's reminder came, she had already shaken her spirits again, fighting with Yang Junshan, and at the same time trying to drive Yang Junshan towards the opposite side of the canopy.

Yang Junshan's body was surrounded by the Yuan Magnetic Treasure Light, and the black qi was dispersed by the treasure light before it got close, but Yang Junshan could still detect the strangeness of this black smoke, and there were actually wisps of black smoke attached to the treasure light, trying to penetrate into his body.

Jiu Qian Zhengang rolled over like a boulder, destroying the poisonous mist that had penetrated into his body, and some of it would remain in the qi and blood, and it would also be exempted by Yang Junshan's strong physique, and the hidden spiritual aperture in his spine brought Yang Junshan's physical body a strong talent for avoiding poison.

Yang Junshan's Yuan Magnetic Treasure Light not only resisted the poisonous smoke of the old poison, but even Lan Ying's witch weapon long hook was affected, and he had to expend more energy to control his magic weapon.

At this moment, another long whip snaked out of the bushes and went straight to Yang Junshan's waist.

"Is it true that Lao Tzu doesn't exist zài?"

Qingfeng Zhenren burst into a shout, and a loud bang suddenly came from not far away, followed by a muffled snort, and before the long whip could reach its body, it suddenly withdrew, followed by countless broken branches and dead leaves with extremely strong strength and flew towards Yang Junshan and Lan Ying's battle group.

At this moment, Yang Junshan suddenly launched, and the mountain monarch seal rose into the air, and hit Lan Ying in mid-air under the control of the heaven-turning seal, and at the same time, with a slight flick of his sleeve, a cold light suddenly disappeared into the broken branches and dead leaves flying in the sky.

And Lan Ying also took the opportunity to make a move at this time, and those flying broken branches and dead leaves were instantly controlled by Lan Ying, and then with a fierce wind howl, they stabbed towards Yang Jun Mountain at a faster speed.

At the same time, the long hook of the witch weapon turned in mid-air, and lightly knocked on the side of the mountain monarch seal in mid-air, causing the mountain monarch seal to suddenly lose its crosshairs, fall from Lan Ying's side, and smash a huge square gap in the canopy.

But Yang Junshan's method was to attack the west, obviously using the mountain monarch seal as a means to attract all Lan Ying's attention, but in fact, it was a cold light that suddenly shot out from the broken breaks that fell from the sky, and shot straight through her protective supernatural powers, Lan Ying only had time to avoid the vital point, Rao is that she has the powerful body of the Wu clan, and her left arm is still shot through by the cold mang.

"Ahh

"Old poison, gone!"

Lan Ying glanced at Yang Junshan fiercely, knowing that this time it was difficult for his side to take advantage, if he didn't know how to advance or retreat, he was afraid that he would even have to lose himself, so he had to greet his companion unwillingly, turned around and fled towards the Red Mist Mountain.