poison the world

Cut off all the vines around him, and then a few flying leaves were cut like blades.

Dodging another wave of flying leaves that came through the air, looking at the violently shaking branches, the bright red fruits on the branches began to fall off one by one, but they did not fall to the ground, floating in the air one after another.

Yeling murmured inwardly, and turned his palm over, and a blue translucent bead was held in his hand.

"Thirteen." Throwing the orb in his hand into the air, Yeling shouted loudly.

Ling Shisan held the short blade, and when he heard Ye Ling's shout, he didn't turn his head back. The double blade slashed across the air, and two blade-shaped flames gushed out, creating a wave of heat.

Leveraging the offensive of the flames, Ling Shisan's figure retreated suddenly and came to Yeling in front of him.

Yeling held the sword in one hand, while pinching the formula in the other.

I saw the blue orb emitting a faint light, and then a curtain of water covered Yeling and the two of them.

One after another, the fruits exploded and shot into the water curtain, splashing one after another.

The light blue water curtain is wrapped in red fruit, and there are water ripples.The fruit is slowly drilled inward, as if competing with each other.

After a while, the fruit finally penetrated the water curtain, but fell to the ground powerlessly.

A few drops of cold sweat dripped from the corner of Yeling's forehead, and he raised his hand to catch the orb in midair, only to find that there were several cracks on it, which were clearly visible.

Put away the orb and look up at the big tree in front of you.

The originally dense and flamboyant branches stopped shaking due to the falling of some fruits, and even the green leaves became a little dim.

Yeling held his long sword across his chest, and looked cautiously at the big tree in front of him. Just a few insignificant fruits almost destroyed a low-grade treasure, and there were still countless fruits on that branch.

But fortunately, attacking with this red fruit seems to have to pay a certain price.

"Damn it, two humans!"

"Thirteen, protect me for half a quarter of an hour." Shouting, Yeling bit his fingertips, and stroked the fingertips that kept gushing blood from the hilt to the tip of the sword bit by bit, then closed his eyes slightly, The bloody left hand kept pinching the formula.

"Yes."

Ling Shisan replied in a low voice, and stepped forward, protecting Yeling's entire body behind him.

After half a quarter of an hour, Yeling opened his eyes, took two steps forward, and held his long sword high.

Ling Shisan's bright red clothes were mostly soaked with blood, and the sticky blood was dripping down the corners of the clothes to the ground, and a pair of short blades were also thrown away.

Yeling took a look at Ling Shisan, who was already covered in scars, half kneeling on the ground but still struggling to get up. He didn't speak, but took two steps forward, completely protecting the red shadow behind him.

Slashing down with the long sword in his hand, a sharp sword energy with a majestic aura, mixed with traces of bloody air, slashed towards the fruit tree.

"Ah! Damn humans, damn!" The dense canopy of the fruit tree was cut off, leaving only a few main branches with a few residual leaves, which looked extraordinarily bleak.

The fruits of that tree were also cut off, and as the branches fell to the ground, they immediately lost their bright red color and withered instantly.

After slashing the sword, Yeling's vision also went dark, and he thrust the Soul Cold Sword into the ground with his backhand, and his whole body was supported by the Soul Cold Sword so that he didn't fall down.

Waves of dizziness struck, and Yeling felt as if the aura in his body had been drained all of a sudden.

Raising his hand, he took out a few elixirs, and swallowed them with the tip of his tongue. Feeling the gentle spiritual power brought by the elixirs entering his body, his complexion slightly improved.

The author has something to say:

The more you tease, the more vigorous you are, and the more you write, the more emotional you are. Is our little attack really for nothing?I started to doubt myself.