The big tree in mid-air is full of green, its roots are intricately tangled, and traces of pure Yimu spiritual energy are lingering and swirling on its trunk.
Mei Shisan's eyes were solemn. Although the person opposite her words were frivolous, her Yimu Dao skills should not be underestimated. She put the thirteen plum blossom hooks beside her and did not take the initiative to attack, but just waited attentively.
Lu Litao's "Spirit-Transforming Divine Wood Technique" can gather the essence of Yi wood to use the actual method of casting Taoism.
When he saw Mei Shisan turning from attack to defense, he couldn't help but laugh. He suddenly pushed forward with his hands, and the lush green tree slammed into Mei Shisan.
Mei Shisan knew that this tree was powerful, but there was no need to force it. She stepped forward to escape the light and turned into a purple rainbow, bypassing the big tree in the sky, intending to go straight to Lu Litao's true form.
Lu Litao chuckled, changing the techniques in his hands, and saw the ancient tree spinning rapidly, shooting out thousands of flying leaves.
Among the flying leaves, there are also flying flowers, red flowers and green leaves, layer upon layer in the mid-air, which is so beautiful. But this scene, in Mei Shisan's eyes, is nothing more than a life-threatening talisman.
Those green leaves are as sharp as knives, floating in the air, they are deadly flying knives, and there are thousands of them, densely packed.
Seeing the sky full of red and green coming, Mei Shisan pinched her hands quickly, and all thirteen plum blossom hooks gathered together, with her as the center, and began to fly around her.
Every green leaf that flew close to Mei Shisan's five-foot body was chopped into pieces by plum blossom hooks. However, the flying flowers hidden in the green leaves danced gracefully, bypassing the blockade of these plum blossom hooks and attacking towards her.
Mei Shisan raised her hand and waved, and immediately a purple spiritual light shot out. The spiritual light rolled up in the air and turned into a purple toad shadow.
The phantom purple toad stretched out its tongue and immediately sucked the flying flowers into its belly.
"Purple Toad Curse?"
Lu Litao was a little surprised, but then he smiled and said: "A beauty with such a mark as Taoist Fellow Mei learns this method of attracting toads. It is really against the rules of elegance."
Although he was joking, the magic technique in his hand did not stop. Countless flying flowers shot out among the green leaves and flew directly in front of Mei Shisan.
Although Mei Shisan had a purple toad to help her, it was just a condensation of her Taoism, not a real spiritual pet. At this moment, as more and more flying flowers were swallowed, the image of the purple toad gradually became blurry. If not
Mei Shisan was still using her own spiritual power to support herself, but she was afraid that she would be scattered by Fei Hua now.
The man with a sword and the woman in white below are both monks in the foundation-building stage. It is impossible to tell that this fellow Taoist Mei Shisan has fallen into a predicament. If she does not use more powerful means, she will lose.
It's just a matter of time.
Of course, if she kept gritting her teeth and holding on, it wouldn't be impossible for her to hold on for half a day, but this still couldn't change the fact that the fight failed.
The man carrying the sword smiled slightly and said leisurely: "I have heard for a long time that fellow Taoist Mei Thirteen is a rare beauty. Wouldn't it be beautiful if we could take off the veil today and let us have a glimpse of the beauty, so that we can turn our hostility into friendship?"
This man was arrogant, unrestrained and romantic, and had the air of a swordsman. He would not pay attention to ordinary beauties. But Mei Shisan had a graceful figure and a veil covering her face, which aroused his interest.
After what he said, he didn't feel that there was anything inappropriate. Even though there was some teasing in his words, considering that Mei Shisan's fighting skills were suppressed, he felt that this was a step down for her. It will be spread out in the future. It’s quite a nice talk.
Just when the man with the sword was looking leisurely and claiming to be romantic, Mei Shisan's eyes were filled with coldness and coldness. She saw the magic formula in her hand changed, and the thirteen plum blossom hooks that were originally defending against the flying leaves were actually separated. Seven of them came out and slashed straight at the man carrying the sword.
The man carrying the sword really didn't expect that this woman was so fierce. She was clearly in the middle of a fight, but she would ignore her own safety and cut off half of the thirteen plum blossom hooks used for defense to kill herself.
He snorted coldly but did not move. Someone beside him took action for him and stopped all seven plum blossom hooks.
The person who took action was none other than the charming woman in white. The woman giggled, and several white silk ribbons flew out, twisting lightly in mid-air and blocking all the plum blossom hooks.
"Fellow Daoist Mei, you take yourself too seriously. Let me let my sister train you!"
After she finished speaking, she raised her hand, and a flower basket was thrown out. The flower basket spun around in mid-air, and immediately a colorful spiritual light flew out of it, heading straight for Mei Shisan.
Liang Yan watched for a long time, feeling worried that he had no excuse to take action. When he saw the woman in white playing a flower basket, he couldn't help but praise in his heart:
"You are really one of your own!"
Originally, the fight between Mei Shisan and Lu Litao was a one-on-one duel between the Yungang Sect and the disciples of the Qianyuan Holy Palace. It was not a life-and-death battle. If Liang Yan took action, he would inevitably get a reputation for bullying the smaller ones. .
What's more, this place is still on the territory of the Yungang Sect. If word spreads, a disciple of the Qianyuan Holy Palace will challenge an opponent of the same level alone. The disciples of the Yungang Sect will be defeated, and they will become angry and attack in groups.
Although Liang Yan didn't care about these reputations, Yu Xuanji might not be shameless.
When he saw the woman in white throwing the flower basket, he was moved in his heart and jumped into the air. The golden light on his right hand flashed, and he shattered the colorful ray of light with just one punch. At the same time, the blue light on his left hand flowed, and it flew all over the sky. The leaves were all put into his sleeves, then he raised his hand and sent all the green leaves back.
Liang Yan broke through to the middle stage of foundation building, and all the three spiritual powers in his body were transformed into the "liquid element" state. Now, the "Zhuan Yuan Method" can be sent and received from the heart, and it has produced many wonderful effects.
Lu Litao, who was in mid-air, saw that he had the upper hand, and was very proud of himself. Unexpectedly, the situation suddenly changed. First, his junior sister came to help, and then an inexplicable young man in gray appeared and was defeated with just one punch. He caught the divine light from his junior sister's flower basket and regained his own flying leaves, which instead hit him.
The most irritating thing is that after the young man took action, he shouted carelessly: "You Qianyuan Holy Palace bullied people too much! If you can't defeat my senior sister one-on-one, you attack her in groups, how shameless!"
Lu Litao almost spurted out his blood. He couldn't beat him, right? He, Lu Litao, clearly had the upper hand. He only needed to spend a while and he would definitely win the game. He didn't need the help of his junior sister?
But this young man insisted that they had attacked in groups, and it seemed that he could not deny it. Lu Litao felt depressed and could only shout loudly: "To deal with you Yungang Sect people, there is no need to attack in groups."
So, you two can come together, I, Lu Litao, am enough!"
Liang Yan was in mid-air, stroking his palms and smiling: "Wonderful!"
Before he finished speaking, he had disappeared. Lu Litao's eyes only dimmed as he saw a golden fist as big as a sandbag handed to him.
I’ve reached 1 million words, and I feel like I’ve broken through a bottleneck!
Having said that, I really don’t know how this niche book of ours got to where it is today.
With over a hundred orders placed, I wanted to cut it off or start a new book several times during this period, but in the end I couldn't let go of this side of the story, so I somehow ended up writing it for more than half a year.
Let me fight for myself again!
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