Yang Ni was disobedient for a while and was pestered.

The vine is covered with tiny fluffs that can sense pressure. I immediately noticed that I had succeeded and immediately began to output powerful power, hoping to directly tie Yang Ni in half.

Yang Ni Xinsheng's body is very sensitive. Although his appearance seems to have completely recovered, in fact, some of the injured internal organs have not yet grown well, and some of the corroded muscle tissue is still growing slowly.

He immediately reached at least 5 or 6 long thorns pierced into his body. As the vines tightened tighter and tighter, these sharp thorns on the inside were like sharp knives, cutting his body wildly.

A huge pain came, which aroused Yang Ni's desire to fight.

He gritted his teeth, first lifted up a knife, cutting off the back half of the long vine, but the remaining part was still tightly wrapped around his waist and abdomen like a belt.

Yang Ni took advantage of the vine not being completely locked to death, and turned his sword to press his body tightly against his body and stuffed the silver knife into the gap between the vine and his clothes.

Then he flipped his wrist hard, and the blade turned outward, just facing the vine.

Although this vine has a very keen perception of the outside world, it has insufficient IQ after all.

The tighter it retracts, the deeper it will be cut by the blade, and the more it feels that its body is destroyed, it will shrink more vigorously, trying to kill the target as soon as possible.

Yang Ni found out that it was almost done, so he tried his best to tug the sword and cut off the vine directly.

The vines that broke into three pieces were like three green snakes, rolling desperately on the ground, and once they touched anything, they would wrap around them tightly.

In a blink of an eye, Yang Ni had cut off three vines, and there were not many vines left in the carriage. The remaining ones were either wrapped around other branches or were shattered by the hurricane, and were already being pressed underneath by other debris.

However, just when he thought he was already in the hands of victory, the tiny branches hanging on the ceiling were hanging in the air, and the king flower was not under much force when it was "sneezing" just now. At this time, it was still shakingly hanging in its original place, with some light yellow flowers growing on it.

It seems that I feel the crisis I am facing. There are about twenty small branches hanging on the ceiling, and 3 or 4 yellow flowers grow on each.

This means that there are about seventy or eighty yellow flowers on the top of the head where Yang Ni stands.

The branches instantly began to automatically without wind, and the flowers swayed with them.

Yang Ni glanced at him and happened to see some fluttering powdery things spilling down from the flowers.

Yang Ni had already eaten enough of these plants, fearing that the powder would cause some more trouble, so he quickly took a few steps back, but the pollen was small and light, just like dust, floating all over the entire carriage.

Yang Ni had no choice but to hold his breath and concentrate, trying his best to prevent the pollen from entering his body with his breathing.

However, an accident happened.

Some powder was sprinkled on the back of his exposed hands. They were like life, and countless myceliums were born in an instant, and they pierced firmly into their skin. It seemed that they wanted to use Yang Ni's body as the most culture medium and grow another king flower on his body.

Both the pollen and the mycelium were extremely small. If Yang Ni had not felt the skin was swollen and painful, he would not have even known that the pollen had settled on him.

Yang Ni's face turned stern, knowing that if he let it grow, he might suck him dry.

He stared at the culprit of all this, the king flower that seemed to be grinning at him.

Then, taking advantage of the gap where no other vines attacked him, he took three steps, then jumped up, raised the silver knife above his head, and then saw a fleshy petal of the King Flower and cut it down desperately.

The effect of this knife is excellent. The strength of the king flower, which is no longer a meat ball, seems to have decreased a lot. Yang Ni actually opened a half-meter-long hole in this petal.

Some red and yellow mucus flowed out along the page petals in a "drip".

Yang Ni's face was delighted, and took advantage of the downward momentum, put his knife down and slashed it horizontally, and waved it against the train floor.

The King Flower seems to be able to feel that this attack is a great threat, but it really cannot provide effective defense measures.

Helplessly, the king flower suddenly shrank and when it opened again, a clear stream rushed straight into his face.

Yang Ni knew that these were definitely mucus that could eliminate flesh and bone suck, and he hurriedly wanted to get out of the way.

But he only took half a step, suddenly he tripped under his feet and didn't move.

It turned out to be the half long vine that he had just cut off. It seemed as if he had come back to life at this time, and he dared to climb up Yang Ni's legs without anyone noticing.

Yang Ni was not careful, his body tilted, and he was about to fall. The corrosiveness of this strong acid was extremely domineering, and he didn't want to be hit again.

At the last moment, he had to raise the shield with his left hand, almost blocking the mucus.

He knew that this battle must be decided quickly, and problems will inevitably arise if time goes on.

He had no choice but to resist the huge pain caused by the rooting of pollen on his body, and stepped forward, looked at the right position, and stuffed the silver knife into the petals of the King Flower like a spear.

If this king flower was conscious, he would never have thought that this little bug, which was originally his prey, would be so powerful that he would hurt him again and again.

It seemed that it had noticed that the situation had changed. It was the hunter who accidentally turned into prey and immediately increased the intensity of urging. Two more vines finally broke free from the ruins and sucked towards Yang Ni one after another.

Yang Ni had already broken the petal in front of him several big holes. Although he refused to give up at this time, he had no choice but to pounce on the side and barely let the attack pass.

Although this long vine has average attack effect, it has a large number of advantages and a weird attack angle, which is really difficult to defend.

Although he did not show it, he was already extremely anxious and wanted to fight quickly and end the battle as soon as possible.

He stretched out his golden shield and let the two vines tangle him to death, and threw him out as he could.

No matter what the vine is entangled, they only know that it is part of the target, and they acted fiercely and entangled the extremely strong shield.

Yang Ni took this opportunity to flash and approach the king Hua. The "Pojun" skill was activated, and black light began to flash on the silver sword, and the sounds of people neighing and horses on the ancient battlefield were faintly heard in the space.

This powerful knife slashed the invincible pure black Pojun fighting spirit and slashed hard on the petal that was already full of holes.
Chapter completed!