The dancing branches were grabbed at her like ghost claws. At the same time, the tree had a big opening, as if it were the mouth of those trees, and there were sharp pointed teeth inside.
"Woo..."
The howling sound like a ghost screamed, and it spread in the forest like crying but not crying, and the dancing branches tried to send her into those big mouths that were open with blood and juice.
When Feng Jiu saw this, Qingfeng's long sword flashed out and swiped the sword. The branch that had reached out was chopped and fell to the ground with a thud. However, the branch that was chopped off grew new buds again, and suddenly rushed.
There were too many entangled branches around, and the speed was extremely fast. She couldn't react, and one foot was tangled and hung up. The whole person was hanging upside down in the air, and the branches below were still stretching towards her. .
Seeing that the branches will regenerate after the long sword cuts the branches, so, the spiritual energy within her aura surged, her fingers ran across the Qingfeng sword, and with a cry, a flame burst out suddenly, spreading over the long sword. As she swung her sword away, the flame burned, and the cut branches finally stopped growing.
The tree branch around her feet wanted to throw her into the open mouth. At the moment, she cut off the tree branch around her feet. At the same time, she raised her hand, and a flame struck out towards the open mouth. Bloodthirsty mouth left.
"Huh! Bang!"
Just listened to the sound of the flames, followed by a loud noise, and the flames burst the exposed blood mouth into charred black, and the smell of charred permeated out, accompanied by a stench. .
"Woo...oh!"
As if it were a scream, the big tree gradually wilted down, and all the dancing branches were hanging down, as if losing vitality.
Finding the dead spots of these trees, Feng Jiu seemed to be able to deal with them more easily. Within half an hour, the trees closed their mouths, and the dancing branches were also stretching backwards, not daring to touch her. .
Feng Jiu glanced at it, put away the long sword in his hand, flicked the tunics, and brushed off the red fallen leaves on his shoulders. Then he walked forward. Every time he took a step forward, the branches blocking the front were automatically retracted. She got up and made a way for her to look like that, that is, the roots of the tree could not be removed, or else they would have to uproot the roots and hide away.
In the mangrove forest, red leaves drifted down with the wind. On the road where the big tree escaped, the red figure walked slowly, as if stepping on the wind, the robe of clothes flying lightly, the ink hair lightly, imitating Like the fairy in the painting falling into the mortal world, the back figure that seems to blend with the surroundings is as beautiful as a painting...
However, as the evening arrived, the cold air inside became more and more intense. On the ground covered with red fallen leaves, fluttering and condensing strands of ghosts, followed Feng Jiu like that. , I want to get close, but I can't get close.
Feng Jiu, who was walking slowly, seemed to be aware of it. She stopped and looked back. At the same time, the wisps of ghost quickly hid.
Seeing the yin air that filled the quiet woods, her eyes flickered, and she said in a cold voice: "It's best not to follow me anymore, otherwise, don't blame me for being polite!"
The icy voice filled with strong pressure and spread, shaking the leaves of this forest one after another, and also caused those hiding ghosts to glance at her faintly, and then stepped back.