In the next second, he and the old monk stood side by side, standing proudly in the void, his eyes fixed on the tree spirit, and his right hand rested on the hilt of the knife on his back. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Haha, I also found a helper, is it useful?" The demonic aura was rolling, and the tree spirit sneered, the two human races that changed the realm were just blood food in its mouth, how could it be cared about.

"Boom!" The ten thousand tentacles behind it suddenly danced wildly, rolling up a terrifying demonic wind, each one was the size of an adult man, pumped to the ground, the huge stone was blasted into pieces, and in an instant, the tentacles in the sky were pumped towards Han Li and the old monk, the air exploded, the demonic energy was agitated, and the powerful power made the space tremble, this is the power of the thousand-year-old demon, and the power is unparalleled.

"Bang Dang"

The sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard suddenly sounded, the four-foot-long Cold Moon Knife had already been pulled out by Han Li, a flash of snowy sword light flashed, the long knife was in his hand, and the temperature between heaven and earth suddenly dropped, just like a cold winter wax moon, it was a kind of cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, making people shiver.

He slashed out with his right hand, and the cold sword wind swept out, and a thirty zhang long sword light slashed through the space, and the pitch-black crack stretched out far away, like a fierce beast that chose people to devour.

The pitch-black tentacles in the sky were directly swept by the cold knife light, turning into sections of dead wood and falling to the ground, the sharp knife qi cutting through everything, and the surging demonic qi was washed away. It's like a wind sweeping away leaves, and after a knife, the sky is clear.

Han Li's sword was now more ferocious, quicker, and sharper. The incomparable strength of the sword makes the sword light indestructible, and this is the benefit of a strong physical body.

The long knife in his right hand flipped over, and a knife momentum rushed into the sky, domineering, and the long moonlight was rushed away, turning into a little starlight, and his eyes flashed with two knife lights, which was soul-stirring.

"What a powerful knife technique!" The thousand-year-old tree spirit's distorted face took on a hint of solemnity, and a hoarse sound came out of his mouth, and the remaining tentacles had returned to his back, turning into three-foot-sized vines wrapped around his body.

"It's not your time now, a thousand years of time will have eliminated you long ago!" Han Li said proudly with his long sword pointing horizontally, his body imposing. One after another sword qi revolved around him, making a terrifying sound and whistling, a sword sound sounded between heaven and earth, and the sword intent that cut through the sky and the earth crossed the void, such a vision, only a sword path master could have.

"Amitabha, it is not easy for the donor to cultivate, how can he mess with the world and seek his own death. The old monk had a trace of sadness on his face, why should they be embarrassed by the suffering of all beings.

"Hahaha"

The dryad let out a laugh like broken metal, like a madman, like a madman, and it didn't stop laughing until a long time.

"You two human beings who don't know the height of the sky, I didn't do anything bad back then, but I was suppressed by your Taoist and Buddhist families for a thousand years, this is your human principle, what is wrong with me? There was unwashed hatred and ridicule in its eyes, and the demonic energy behind it was surging, and its momentum became stronger and stronger, and its violent power overflowed, stirring the space.

"Right or wrong, I can't judge, but if it's not my race, its heart will be different, so naturally I can't sit back and watch you leave tonight!" Han Li's tone was gloomy, as if it was as cold as ice for thousands of years, and a terrifying killing force filled the heavens and the earth.

"Hmph, the mantis arm is a car, don't do what you can, kill the two of you first and slaughter all the humans within a hundred miles!" The dryad smiled bloodthirsty, strange and calm.

This is how Han Li can endure the fact that the demons are not separated, and if they move, they will slaughter the city for hundreds of miles.

The snowy blade in his hand turned horizontally, and the killing intent exploded, soaring straight into the sky, and the terrifying murderous aura surged out, overwhelming the sky.

People kill the machine, the earth turns upside down, and the stars and the moon change color.

A ten-zhang long knife qi slashed directly towards the tree spirit, cold and domineering, the long clear light can compete with the bright moon for glory, stirring the wind and clouds, the space is broken, this knife is fast to the extreme, as far as the eye can see, the knife light is coming, and it spans a hundred zhang away in an instant, and the cold knife wind is extremely sharp.

A trace of solemnity flashed on the face of the tree spirit, this knife made it feel threatened, under the knife qi, even its primordial spirit was stinging, and it couldn't help but put away the heart of contempt, the thousand years of suffering have been overcome, if the gutter capsized in the end, it would be the most miserable.

"Boom"

The demonic energy on its body surged, and endless pitch-black tentacles appeared behind it again, covering half of the sky, and each tentacle was rolled with tyrannical demonic energy, and the rolling demonic qi turned into a violent wind, sweeping out I don't know how far.

These tentacles are all transformed by the roots of the tree spirit, and the tree spirit does not die, and the roots are incomplete.

"Bang Bang Bang"

A series of explosions, the space shattered, the vitality rioted, and the tentacles were wrapped in powerful power, pumping towards the slashing ten-zhang knife light.

The dense pitch-black tentacles directly turned into torrents, surging towards the sword light, covering the sky and the moon, and the sky was dark.

How could Han Li's sword qi be so easy to take, a terrifying force erupted from the sword qi, exploded violently, and turned into thousands of bright sword lights, and finally formed a long sky of sword qi, whistling, rushing towards the black torrent, the terrifying sharp qi erupted, slashing the sky and the earth, the sword qi dragon wantonly crisscrossed, and wherever it passed, the black tentacles were slashed into flying ashes, and they were instantly empty.

However, this black tentacle does not seem to decrease, how much it is lost, how much it will grow in an instant, although the sword light is incomparable, it is difficult to resist, but it is annihilated by the black torrent. Even though the long dragon roared again and again, it was finally wiped out by the rolling demonic energy.

A hint of pride flashed in the tree spirit's eyes, and the two withered claws waved one after another, and the demonic aura rolling behind them rushed towards the two of them overwhelmingly, and the remaining pitch-black tentacles also surged over after the sword qi was resolved, and the next moment Han Li and the old monk were about to be engulfed.

Han Li was motionless, standing in the void with his sword, not showing a trace of fear, but a smile on the corner of his mouth, this sword did not make any merit in his expectations, how could the thousand-year-old monster's methods be bad.

He glanced at the old monk beside him, and sure enough, the old monk took a step forward, and the void under his feet was rippled by the powerful force.

"Bo Ruozhang!" The old monk burst into a shout, like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring, the Buddha light around him soared, the robe was blown up vigorously, and the powerful momentum was undoubtedly revealed, there was no doubt that the monk at the peak of the god realm, the heavy mana turned into a monstrous and waited around him, and the two palms slapped countless palms violently, and in an instant, the dense huge palm prints filled the space, and the Buddha sound lingered, just like the dragon chanting, and the space was directly broken.

"Boom Boom"

The dense palm prints slapped mercilessly in the black torrent, the rolling demon qi dissipated directly when it met the Buddha's light, and the powerful palm power turned into a net to shroud the pitch-black tentacles, and the terrifying power shook the space, and the tentacles that covered the sky and the sun were directly slapped into pieces of flying ash, just a few breaths of time, the black torrent disappeared in the sky, and the rolling Buddha light was also extinguished, and the dense palm prints finally exhausted their strength and dissipated at the same time as the tentacles.

The original smug tree spirit's face became gloomy, and the tentacles in the sky were also part of its body, but they were wiped out by two classes, how could it not be angry, and almost gritted its teeth and spit out a few words: "You will die a miserable death!"

"Hell Spike!" it waved its hands, its demonic aura soaring, and its eyes flashed with naked killing intent.

Above the earth, suddenly spikes burst out of the earth and soared wildly.