Chapter 1310

Ye Feng suddenly realized that his mind could not bewitch the thin old man. The power of withered wood turned him into a tree. Of course, a stupid wooden head has enough immunity to the thinking power.

Just now, the whole tree in the forest swayed and thought that there was a strong wind. It turned out that the whole forest helped him resist the force of his own violent waves.

Ye Feng sneered: "you really have a way to see if you can block my flying sword with your dead wood skill."

A crystal jade sword in the palm of Ye Feng emerges, three kinds of brilliance flow in it, the color is charming and moving.

The flying sword, with its fierce sword spirit, suddenly chopped at the thin old man.

The skinny old man was almost crying out in horror. It was the first time that he saw the flying sword.

Seeing the flying sword, the thin old man's body also changed.

The old man's armour was as thin as a maple, and his whole body was as thin as a sword.

Flying sword in the blue light shrouded defense circle, Ye Feng clearly felt a kind of feeling, such as defeat Ge.

In the destruction of the divine power, the flying sword or cut into the blue light, the periphery of a circle of light cut off.

However, it was not the thin old man who was injured, but a few towering trees in the distance. The big trees suddenly fell down and splashed with flying snow.

Ye Feng realized that the green light gushing from the ground is the aura of trees. When the wisps of aura are cut off, it's like people lose their lives, and the big trees fall down.

With the help of the withered wood skill, the thin old man is integrated with the whole tree. There is only one way to destroy him, that is, to destroy him with the forest.

In recent years, some of the saplings have been planted for several decades.

In summer, it is lush and lush, adding green scenery to Yudu.

In winter, it successfully blocked the cold current and sand blowing from the West.

Ye Feng collected the flying sword. Even if he cut down the thin old man, he would have to cut off the forest at the cost.

He was a little embarrassed and sent his thoughts to the ugly old man: "this old boy is so shameless. What kind of withered wood skill can he use to turn himself into a tree, and let the surrounding woods protect him from the disaster. Is there any way to abolish this old boy without destroying this forest?"

Old Chou laughed and didn't answer. Obviously, he was playing tricks again.

"Ugly old, I have a new little movie."

Ye Feng has mastered the ugliness's biggest preference. Every time he uses small movies and island action movies, he can be deeply moved and can't get rid of them.

But this time, the ugly old man sighed: "there is a way to deal with him, which is the most direct and simple. Destroy him together with this forest, otherwise there is no other way."

Since the ugly old people all said that there was no other way, Ye Feng could only be cruel, he wanted to use the fourth style of Tai Huang's four strikes.

A strong sense of war swelled in the heart.

The secret war of the archaic Protoss has suddenly increased Ye Feng's inner power several times. This secret method will turn Ye Feng's divine power into a flame tens of times higher than the temperature of the fire.

In the ice heart Valley, Ye Feng burns the ice beast that has been sucking cold air for tens of thousands of years with the flame of Liyan, not to mention this windbreak forest.

Ye Feng's two pupils are blooming with a faint red light, and the surrounding temperature rises abruptly, and the divine power in his divinity will turn into inflammation.

This kid, it looks like he's going to set fire. How can it be.

The thin old man's eyes became almost crazy. He didn't believe Ye Feng could spit fire. The green aura that he gushed out from all his limbs was stronger, closely linked with the roots of the trees.

Ye Feng's mind suddenly came a wisp of weak call, more like some kind of creature struggling in pain, resistance, but useless, hopeless cry.

"Don't destroy the woods, they are all my friends."

Not only heard that wisp of low complaints, but also felt, a sad mood.

That kind of groan came from a big tree between the trees, which was the big tree with green aura.

Combined with the news that he heard from Tianquan disciples, Ye Feng judged that the green aura was Mu Ling.

Ye Feng's heart strings move, is he ready to destroy the forest, causing Mu Ling's sorrow.

The thin old man came to the windbreak forest in the western suburbs for the sake of the wood spirit.

It is a kind of spiritual creature with extremely high spirituality. It is a tree or plant, which has absorbed the aura of thousands of years and turned into a spirit beast, just like the ice beast in the ice heart valley.

For mu Ling, everything in heaven and earth has aura. A tree and a grass in this forest are its friends. Because of its relationship, ashes will disappear into nothing, and it becomes very sad.

Both Muling and ice beast are spirit beasts, but their habits are quite opposite.

The cold beast wants to turn all things into ice, cold and cruel, while the wood spirit makes everything vigorous and full of vitality.

Ye Feng sends a wisp of thought to Mu Ling. For you and this forest, I can let go of the enemy, but he came for you. You should hide well.In Ye Feng's mind came the sound of Muling, which sounded like a whimper, but could know its meaning.

Thank you for your love, I can let my friends temporarily disconnect from him, the time is very short, I hope you can seize the opportunity.

Ye Feng was secretly pleased. He didn't want to destroy the windbreak because of the thin old man. The old man's skills of withered wood could take the aura of trees as his own, but mu Ling could interrupt the connection.

A faint and warm breath drifted by like a spring breeze.

In the eyes of the knowing God, Ye Feng saw that under the ground, the green light emitted by those continuous rhizomes suddenly disappeared.

There was a look of horror in the thin old man's eyes. He felt that the originally tough shield suddenly became void. In his heart, it was like breaking a vase, and all his hopes and self-confidence were shattered.

In a flash, the flying sword came out of his hand and flashed a dazzling light in the air, like a flash of lightning, passing through the neck of the thin old man.

There was only a faint trace of blood in the dry blood.

Around the trees, have swayed, as if for the thin old man in silence.

Fortunately, Ye Feng didn't make a big tree fall down. Mu Ling broke the connection between the thin old man and the forest, which made Ye Feng a success.

The thin old man fell down slowly with an incredulous look on his face.

He didn't believe that the flying sword could pass through his throat, let alone that the big tree brothers, who he had always been proud of, stopped helping him and watched him die.

Ye Feng did not fall on the ground of the thin old man, but walked to the wood spirit hiding in front of the tree.

There is a big tree hole the size of a bowl, a finger sized branch, lying quietly in it.