Chapter eight hundred and forty seventh you are fooled
In the quiet jungle, except for Mu Fan's indifferent taunting voice, there was no other sound at this moment.
Mu Fan still looked quietly at the tree crown above his head.
He did not work in vain.
Because he could be sure that he had really hit the opponent just now.
Even when he couldn't believe what he saw with his eyes, he would still choose to trust his intuition 100%.
"It's really...a bit of brute strength, hehe."
A strange sound came from Mu Fan's left side, approaching from a fast pace.
But Mu Fan's waist suddenly twisted to the right, his bones made an explosion, his right hand stretched out, and his fingers spread wide.
Bang!
A thick brown vine was pulled silently and violently through the air.
A giant vine nearly as thick as an arm fell heavily into Mu Fan's palm.
However, Mu Fan was not able to be whipped away as expected, but instead was firmly held by those five fingers.
The stern gaze looked deep into the dense forest on the right.
"Is that all you can do?"
Muscles on Mu Fan's arms bulged and he pulled hard!
Hey!
A sound like tearing silk sounded beside him.
Under his huge pull, the vine stretched straight, and then exploded in the air with a "boom".
Half of the vine was thrown to the side by Mu Fan, directly smashing a palm tree with a diameter of more than fifteen centimeters.
Mu Fan casually threw away half of the vine in his hand and stretched his neck.
He looked at the tree crown again, and his eyes were filled with pulsing blood.
The indifferent smile appeared on his face again, "Do you feel pain?"
Behind the layers of canopy…
A three-finger-thick vine on the back of the Wooden Saint broke apart instantly, and gurgling... green blood leached out from behind, and was quickly absorbed by other vines.
But you can see his slightly trembling body.
Apparently Mu Fan's two attacks just now caused unimaginable damage to his body.
What filled his heart the most with uncontrollable anger and... fear was Mu Fan's blood-red eyes, which were looking at his location from beginning to end.
"You have no idea where I am! How could you hurt me!"
The voice with faint anger came from all directions.
Mu Fan's blood-colored eyes were devoid of any emotion, and the smile on his face gradually faded.
He squatted down, picked up a little bit of soil mixed with sawdust with his thumb and middle finger, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it.
During this action, there were no more sneak attacks.
A faint voice came from Mu Fan's mouth:
"When it comes to concealing aura...you're too far behind."
"you say……"
Mu Fan casually flicked the soil away, and the bones all over his body made bursts of explosions again. He squinted his eyes and looked at a moss-covered rock about half a meter in diameter in front of him, and walked slowly.
"...Should you roll down on your own, or should I knock you down?"
Mu Fan walked to the rock, stood still, looked forward indifferently, and said casually, which made the listeners shocked and angry.
The whiskers on the wooden saint's face were all flying at this moment, and his face was as ferocious as old roots.
Because Mu Fan was standing in a random direction, those indifferent blood-colored eyes were still looking at where he was hiding...
Mu Rensheng had no way of knowing that in Mu Fan's vision, the entire world turned into a faint red color, and the forests and rocks all turned into light colors, but there was only one exception.
That's the beating...heart.
Like a star in the dark night.
All vitality turned into deep red in Mu Fan's bloody vision.
That bit of crimson in the pale red field of vision was so dazzling to Mu Fan.
Mu Fan didn't need to be able to see clearly the face hidden behind the dense forest, he only needed to see clearly the unobstructed beating of his heart, that was enough.
"It seems that the Blood Fang Group has indeed provoked a powerful person."
Mu Rensheng's voice was finally clear at this moment, and it was the position where Mu Fan's eyes were locked.
He stood on the top of a broad Yuncong tree, with the flat branches under his feet intertwined to form a natural platform.
As he spoke, the three small blood-red flowers behind him withered silently.
Three bloody thorns began to spread silently down the tree trunk from behind.
After these three thorns were submerged into the soil, the ground quietly swelled for a moment.
After the two vines formed a semicircle, two shallow waves surged up from the ground and silently approached Mu Fan from diagonally behind.
…
"But, so what?"
…
The ground around Mu Fan instantly sank, squirming as if alive, and suddenly became violent in less than half a second! As if the shock wave caused by a major earthquake, countless ferocious giant thorns suddenly appeared on Mu Fan's right side.
Hit hard.
It was as if a giant was about to crawl out of the ground and slapped it hard with its palms holding up the sky.
"How about it?"
Looking at the sea of thorns that was about to swallow him up in the next moment, he did not dodge or dodge. At this moment, his right hand suddenly pulled out the "dark gold short stick" behind him, turned around, and raised the short stick high...
It penetrated the earth heavily and violently pushed it.
puff!
Amidst the sharp roar, a stream of green juice suddenly broke through the soil and splashed into the air.
A thick bloody thorn was twisted to pieces by the short stick and flew into the air.
Mu Fan, who was half-kneeling on the ground, looked back at the sea of thorns that was about to envelop him with fierce eyes. He swung the "dark gold short stick" with his backhand and hit the ground again. The moss-covered rock instantly shattered, piece by piece.
The rubble exploded like broken artillery shells.
The shattered rocks instantly intersected with the sea of thorns in front of them, and countless debris exploded in the air.
Mu Fan lifted the inactive curved light sickle with his right hand, looked coldly through the bloody sea of thorns, and stepped forward.
The ground trembled with a buzz.
The whole person was hit instantly like a cannonball.
The violent figure passed through the sky full of thorns and debris, turning into an afterimage and kicking heavily towards the tree crown twenty meters ahead.
In Mu Fan's bloody vision, there was always a beating heart hidden there.
Click, click, the sound of dense branches breaking suddenly sounded.
The afterimage of Mu Fan's body fell heavily on the tree crown.
"boom!"
It was like a real bomb rising in the forest, and countless branches were blown apart by the shock wave caused by the terrifying kinetic energy.
"You were fooled."
An insidious and cruel voice suddenly sounded from all directions.
Mu Fan turned around suddenly in the broken mist.
Because the moment he reached the canopy of the tree, the red dot and the beating heart were teleported instantly!
And the direction of the transfer was clearly Lu Qingxue, who was not far behind him.
"careful!"
Mu Fan blurted out, with a fierce murderous intent in his eyes. When he saw the black shadow that suddenly appeared behind Lu Qingxue, his eyes almost burst open.
The Wooden Saint actually broke away from an ancient tree behind Lu Qingxue.
His arms were twisted and raised, and his palms had turned into two sharp wooden cones.
A ferocious look flashed across the tangled face of the wooden saint, and cruel excitement flashed in his brown eyes.