The Wooden Saint who was frantically attacking Lu Qingxue suddenly stopped moving at this moment, and the tall treeman wielding countless canes jumped back at an unimaginable speed.
The vines that were swung over again were shattered by Lu Qingxue's sword, and the two sides finally distanced themselves.
At this moment, there was a thick layer of fallen leaves and broken branches surrounding Lu Qingxue.
"iron Man!"
The hoarse voice sounded frightened at this moment, causing the entire forest to sway, and leaves falling one after another.
However, not a single sound came out.
"Iron Man, answer me quickly!"
Until this moment, Mu Ren Sheng could not accept the fact that Iron Man had been killed.
In his memory, Iron Man had a body as hard as a mecha shell, and any part of his body could be liquid metallized to complete instant repair.
His steel-made brain and heart make him immune to telekinetic attacks and any pressure from his mental vision.
It can be said that if you want to kill Iron Man, even the leader of the Blood Fang Regiment...the man who brings supreme fear in the darkness cannot say that he can do it easily.
But why now, in the information he got through the perception of the entire forest, he can no longer get the aura of the Iron Man?
Mu Fan moved his right foot away from the half-iron head that had been crushed into the ground, and looked at the tall tree man thirty meters away with indifferent eyes.
Although the opponent is as tall as the Emperor Shura, his frail aura cannot even be compared to a C-level mecha.
The Blood Fang Group is just a group of people walking in the darkness relying on their own specialties.
After all, it is an existence that cannot be put on the stage.
"As expected...you and Solomon are...too far apart."
Mu Fan looked up at the "Treant" and said quietly.
"...Who on earth are you!" Mu Rensheng faced Mu Fan and shouted angrily.
"You gave me the Blood Fang Order, why are you asking me who I am?"
The curved light sickle blade that spun rapidly in Mu Fan's hand was suddenly thrown out at this moment!
The vines on Mu Rensheng's left hand were still growing slowly, but his right hand suddenly broke at the root.
The tall tree man didn't seem to react at this moment.
When he heard the muffled sound of the heavy branches falling to the ground, he strode back in horror.
"From the time the Blood Fang Order was issued until now, it has never failed. You will definitely die!"
The body of the Wooden Saint began to tremble at this moment, and then suddenly disintegrated into countless vines in the next second, falling on the surrounding tree crowns, leaving only the echo of those words.
At this moment, countless sharp wooden thorns were stabbed out simultaneously within a radius of fifty meters on the ground.
A circle of moon-white light suddenly appeared around Lu Qingxue, she sheathed her sword and was on guard.
"I can't feel it anymore."
After scanning with cold eyes, he looked at Mu Fan with questioning eyes.
Because at this moment it seemed that the entire jungle came alive, as if the entire jungle was the incarnation of the Wooden Saint, Lu Qingxue could no longer determine the direction with her keen perception of temperature.
Mu Fan, on the other hand, did not move at all. The terrifying wooden thorns that emerged from the ground were actually trampled into the soil by his feet wrapped in dragon riders and could not be drilled out.
"He can't run away."
The six energy braids flying behind Mu Fan's head were pointing in four directions at this moment.
At this moment, Mu Fan was like a god descending.
Taking a gentle step forward, Mu Fan's body gradually disappeared.
Taking the second step, only a shallow transparent outline of the body was left.
It's like walking into the mist out of thin air.
Mu Fan's aura also disappeared from Lu Qingxue's perception, but appeared clearly in her eyes.
It was a road that spread straight forward from where Mu Fan stood before, and all the wooden thorns on this road exploded in an instant.
All the towering wooden thorns seemed to have been stepped on out of thin air.
A shallow outline appears where the wooden figure was before it split.
Lower your head, lean over.
His legs jumped up suddenly.
In mid-air, the dark golden and gorgeous armor appeared.
Mu Fan crossed paths with the tall black bitter tree, but with his left hand he lightly pulled out the short dark gold stick that was buried in it.
The moment the gauntlet and the dark gold short stick were grasped, two faint blue light blades appeared again, bringing out a beautiful and gorgeous stream of light in the air.
Put one hand on the ground and let your body fall lightly.
The moment Mu Fan raised his head, a faint blue flashed through his dark gold masked eyes.
Bang.
Earth waves exploded in place.
Brilliant blue mist danced in the air.
Mu Fan's body passed through the light mist at this moment.
The next moment, the four afterimages that once ended Night Ghost appeared again.
Every figure was blurry, but the curved sickle blade cutting through the air clearly proved that it was Mu Fan.
Mu Fan, wearing the dragon knight armor, had doubled his speed.
The four haloes of light instantly formed radioactive routes and expanded into the distance, enveloped by the dark golden afterimage.
Among the densely spread vines, there are four vines that are extremely thick and fast, but they are hidden in the deepest part.
Above them are creeping vines.
This is the final result of the vegetative transformation of the body of the Wooden Saint, which is to extend life through the form of plants and finally reorganize into a complete human being when reaching a safe zone.
Wooden Saint In a sense, vitality should be the most tenacious existence.
However, today it encountered the most terrifying hunter in the world.
The sole inheritor of the Holy Temple...Mu Fan!
A ray of light silently caught up with the giant vine that was looking rapidly into the distance, and then covered the surface of the vine directly with a beautiful yet cold murderous intent.
The moment the nimbus came into contact with the vine, it was crushed to pieces.
The entire vine seemed to have some kind of perception, as if it was rolling in pain.
But this light wheel did not pause, and it suddenly drew a light track in the air along the vine with perfect accuracy.
Four afterimages...
Four light tracks!
A sharp whistling sound came from the tip of the vine.
Boiling green juice splashes into the air.
All the rattans were twisting, flapping, and tumbling violently at this moment.
The small vines withered at the same time, while the remaining ones began to twist and gradually reunited.
Four figures disappeared at the same time.
A dark gold figure appeared at the front.
Mu Fan maintained his forward posture, stepped on the ground with one foot, and raised up the soil into the sky. The curved light sickle in his hand stopped rotating.
Turning around with calm eyes.
Seven or eight meters behind him, the canes condensed into an shapeless human shape in the air and fell to the ground.
This time, the Mu Rensheng was in an extremely miserable state, completely different from the state when he first appeared.
There was an unhealed sword mark left over his eyes, his arms were broken at shoulder level, and there were four deep sword marks on his abdomen, waist, and thighs that could not be healed, and gurgling green blood was gushing out.
The whiskers on his body were all withered at this moment, showing a withered state.
The wooden saint was lying on the ground, his legs that were almost cut through were just trembling and could not move at all.
"Do you have any last words?"
Mu Fan, who was wearing dark gold armor, walked up to Mu Rensheng, lowered his head and said lightly.
"……I don't…"
Mu Rensheng spoke sternly, wanting to express his inner voice.
"It goes without saying."
A calm voice sounded, and Mu Fan interrupted the other person's words without blinking.
Then he swung the curved light sickle blade and chopped it down casually.
The blue blade of light silently wiped Mu Rensheng's throat, and the weird and shrill voice suddenly stopped. The eyes that had been scratched by the sword were wide open, as if they were looking at Mu Fan and silently telling something.
The surrounding jungle suddenly became silent... countless vines clinging to the tree trunks withered and fell at the same time.
Lu Qingxue looked at Mu Fan in astonishment and pointed at the corpse on the ground that looked like a root carving... and refused to die.