Liu Qinghuan pulled away the fog and finally saw the place where the fight was taking place, and then narrowed his eyes strangely.
He saw a woman struggling hard with her back to him. Countless vines tied her limbs and body and pulled her into the air. The ground around her was as wet as if she had just been flooded. A handful of blue spirit
The sword feebly chopped down the slender vines.
There were fallen flowers and grass, potholes everywhere, and broken vines all over the ground. It was obvious that there had been a fierce battle before.
What makes Liu Qinghuan feel weird is that all those vines are digging into the woman's clothes. The light blue dress is almost broken into pieces, the entire back is almost exposed, the bun is messy, and the long black hair is twisting as she twists.
Flying left and right.
Although she was struggling, her strength was getting weaker and weaker, and the screams in her mouth became gasping and murmuring.
It seems that the other party has been deeply poisoned by flower poison and is about to lose consciousness.
Liu Qinghuan stood still, feeling that the scene in front of him was really weird. Why did these phantom monks do this? Maybe he could take this opportunity to kill the opponent with a sword, and maybe he would pass the test immediately?
At this time, the woman tilted her head impatiently, revealing half of her face.
Liu Qinghuan was confused at first, then surprised, and finally horrified.
This, this, this... what kind of phantom is this? She is obviously a monk from his Wenshi sect! Moreover, he also recognizes this girl, Bai Ningshuang, who was initiated in the same batch as him!
Liu Qinghuan's eyebrows and her heart skipped a beat, and Jingwei's sword flew out instantly, slashing at the vines that were entangled with her.
The rattan looked slender and fragile, but it was not cut off at once. Liu Qinghuan's technique changed, and Jingwei's sword suddenly shook. A blue-purple cold light shone in the sword pattern, and a sharp sound broke through the air.
, the rattan broke in response!
Liu Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief, the second form of Po Zi Jue lived up to his high expectations.
He glanced at Bai Ningshuang. He couldn't blame him for treating her as a phantom like Xuan Li, because this was the first time in a long time that he met a fellow sect member in Qianzhong Departure. The other party was not wearing sect clothes and had no clothes on his body.
Wearing a status jade badge, so...
Liu Qinghuan quickly cut off the vines on Bai Ningshuang's body. The woman fell to the ground, but her mind became even more confused. She actually looked at him with a charming smile and rushed towards him.
"Senior Sister Bai!" Liu Qinghuan shouted loudly. He moved his feet to move away from her, but his hands didn't stop because more vines came out of the ground. This time, instead of entangled with Bai Ningshuang, they came to find her.
Got him.
Bai Ningshuang just shook her head and rushed towards her again, tearing off her clothes while running back.
Liu Qinghuan turned her head and shouted angrily: "Bai Ningshuang, wake up!"
But it was still of no use. Bai Ningshuang's face was red and her cheeks were red, and she couldn't listen to anything she said.
He couldn't help it, so he took out an elixir, and with a few leaps he reached the other party's side. He dodged the arms that were hugging her randomly, stuffed the elixir into her mouth, and then stepped aside the moment she entangled her.
Bai Ningshuang's moans gradually became lower and then stopped abruptly!
Liu Qinghuan felt a little relieved. The sharp sound of Jingwei's sword tearing through the air and the sound of breaking vines were heard together, but they couldn't keep up with the vines that kept coming out of the ground.
I don’t know where so many of them come from!
Liu Qinghuan looked for the source or the original body of the vine, but because he couldn't use his spiritual consciousness, he couldn't find it at the moment.
He was busy here, but Bai Ningshuang was still standing in a daze. She couldn't help frowning and said flatly: "Senior Sister Bai, are you awake? If you are, you might as well help me."
Bai Ningshuang turned around, her pretty pale face filled with cold anger. The spiritual power in her body suddenly fluctuated violently. With a finger, the ice blue sword slashed towards Liu Qinghuan in an instant!
She could only hear her gritting her teeth and saying: "Liu! Qing! Huan! It's you again!"
This chop was beyond Liu Qinghuan's expectation. The distance between them was so close that he only had time to raise his hand when he heard a clang!
The long blue sword struck the green bracelet on his wrist, bursting into a ball of blue and green light, and the overflowing sword energy splashed everywhere.
The huge force on his arm made his heart tremble, and there was a fishy sweetness in his throat, but Liu Qinghuan also took advantage of it to fly out, and in the blink of an eye, he flashed into the air, and said angrily: "Bai Ningshuang! I was kind enough to save you, but you backhanded me.
Why did you attack me?"
"Save me!" Bai Ningshuang said bitterly: "If you hadn't come in suddenly, the dragon's tongue grass in this level wouldn't have suddenly bloomed and transformed into dragon's root!"
Turbulent waves surged around her, smashing the vines that rolled towards her into pieces.
Liu Qinghuan's face darkened, and he remembered that there was a change in Qian Zhong's Departure: the difficulty of the same level would increase as the number of people increased.
Dragon's tongue grass is a kind of plant between a monster and a spiritual grass. The place where it grows will naturally generate fog, making intruders get lost in it. But if a man and a woman appear near the dragon's tongue at the same time, it will
It will blossom and mutate into dragon roots.
Its function...
Liu Qinghuan was extremely depressed and said in a cold voice: "I'm really sorry. You should have informed me earlier that you were in this situation. As for what you meant by 'it's you again', I have no contact with you on weekdays. Where did it come from?
Again! I shouldn’t have saved you just now, maybe..."
He glanced at the wildly dancing vines and smiled with an unknown meaning.
Even if the difficulty of the level suddenly increases due to his entry, this is beyond his control. If he knew that this woman was here, he would just quit rather than suffer this unreasonable disaster.
"You!" Bai Ningshuang trembled violently, her face turned ashen, a strong wind blew up around her, and the sky suddenly surged, stirring up large white mist around her and quickly gathering: "You are looking for death!"
Then he saw the white mist rolling to form a giant dragon. It rushed towards Liu Qinghuan and at the same time let out a soul-shaking dragon roar, dispersing all the thick white mist around him.
An angry smile appeared on the corner of Liu Qinghuan's mouth, and his body floated along the wind, and in a few flashes he was far away from the dragon's aura.
He pointed with his right hand, and the originally slender Jingwei sword suddenly pierced into the sky. In the dazzling blue-purple sword light, its power increased greatly. The cold sword energy suddenly converged, and turned into a sky-high sword that shot towards the dragon body.
Cut down the sword!
There is nothing flashy about this sword, and the speed is not very fast. It is exactly the Hui Zi Jue in the Eight-Character Sword Art. But it seems as if a hand is chasing Wulong under the sword, and there is no way to avoid it.
With one strike of the sword, the middle section of the fog dragon seemed to have been swallowed up, leaving the big section blank.
Bai Ningshuang's expression changed, and she fired several spells in her hand. The huge waves below rolled up high, forming a waterspout that flew up to the sky and connected with the fog dragon. The dragon's body, which was about to dissipate, became more solid.
The two fought fiercely, but they didn't notice that the mist that was blown away around them had a hint of pink, and the sweet floral fragrance became more and more intense.