Chapter 1087 Do You Have Any Last Words?

The wooden man who was madly attacking Lu Qingxue suddenly stopped moving at this moment, and the tall tree man who was wielding countless vines jumped backwards at an unimaginable speed.

The vines swung over again were smashed by Lu Qingxue's sword, and the two sides finally separated.

At this moment, there was already a thick layer of fallen leaves and broken branches around Lu Qingxue.

"iron Man!"

The hoarse voice was full of panic at this moment, and the entire forest was shaking, and the leaves were falling down one after another.

However, no sound came out.

"Iron Man, answer me quickly!"

Up to this moment, the wooden man could not accept the fact that the iron man had died in battle.

In his memory, Iron Man has a body as hard as a mech shell, and any part of his body can be liquid metalized to complete instant repairs.

The steeled brain and heart make him immune to telekinetic attacks and the pressure of any spiritual vision.

It can be said that even the head of the Bloodfang Squad...the man who brought the fear in the darkness couldn't easily kill Iron Man.

But why now, in the information he got through the perception of the whole forest, he can no longer get the breath of Iron Man?

Mu Fan moved his right foot away from the half iron head that was crushed into the soil, and looked indifferently at the tall tree man thirty meters away.

Although the other party has the same height as the Emperor Shura, but that kind of weak aura, even a C-level mecha can't match it.

The blood fang group is just a group of people walking in the dark relying on their own uniqueness.

After all, it is an existence that cannot be on the stage.

"Sure enough... the gap between you and Solomon... is too far."

Mu Fan looked up at the "tree man" and said quietly.

"...Who the hell are you!" Mu Rensheng yelled angrily at Mu Fan's direction.

"You gave me the blood teeth order, why are you asking me who I am?"

At this moment, the curved light scythe blade in Mu Fan's hand was thrown out at this moment!

The vines on Wooden Saint's left hand were still growing slowly, but his right hand suddenly snapped off.

The tall treant didn't seem to be able to react at this moment.

When he heard the muffled sound of the heavy branch falling to the ground, he strode back in horror.

"From the time the Bloodfang Order was issued until now, you have never missed it. You will definitely die!"

The wooden man's body began to shake at this moment, and then suddenly collapsed into countless vines in the next second, falling on the surrounding tree canopies one after another, leaving only the echo of that sentence.

At this moment on the ground, countless sharp wooden thorns stabbed out within a radius of 50 meters at the same time.

A circle of moon-white brilliance suddenly appeared around Lu Qingxue, and she drew her sword to be on guard.

"I can't feel it anymore."

After scanning with cold eyes, he turned to Mu Fan with a questioning look in his eyes.

Because at this moment, it seemed that the whole jungle was alive, and it seemed that the whole jungle was the incarnation of the Mu Rensheng. Lu Qingxue could no longer determine the direction with her keen perception of temperature.

But Mu Fan didn't move at all, the horrible wooden thorns drilled out from the ground were actually trampled in the mud by his feet wrapped in dragonriders and couldn't get out.

"He can't run."

The six braids of energy flying behind Mu Fan's head point to four directions respectively at this moment.

At this moment, Mu Fan is like a god descending.

Taking a light step, Mu Fan's body gradually disappeared.

After taking the second step, only a shallow transparent outline remained on his body.

It was as if walking into the mist out of thin air.

Mu Fan's aura also disappeared from Lu Qingxue's perception, but it clearly appeared in her eyes.

It was a road that stretched straight forward from where Mu Fan stood before, and all the wooden thorns on this road burst in an instant.

All the towering wooden thorns seemed to be trampled out of thin air.

A shallow silhouette appeared at the position before the split of the wooden figure.

Bow your head, lean over.

The legs jumped up suddenly.

In midair, the gorgeous dark golden armor appeared.

Mu Fan crossed the tall black bitter tree, but with his left hand he pulled out the dark gold short stick submerged in it lightly.

The moment the gauntlet and the dark gold short staff were held together, two faint blue light blades reappeared, bringing out a beautiful and gorgeous streamer in the air.

Supporting the ground with one hand, the body fell lightly.

The moment Mu Fan raised his head, faint blue flashed in the eyes of the dark gold mask.

bang.

The earth wave exploded on the spot.

A brilliant blue mist danced in the air.

Mu Fan's body passed through the light mist in an instant.

The next moment, the four afterimages that once ended the night ghost reappeared.

Every figure was blurred, but the curved light scythe across the air clearly proved that it was Mu Fan.

Mu Fan, who was wearing the dragonrider battle armor, had already doubled his speed.

The four light wheels instantly spread into the distance in a radioactive route under the embrace of the dark golden afterimage.

Among the densely scattered tree vines, there are four vines that are extremely thick and fast, but they are hidden in the deepest part.

Above them are those wriggling, winding vines.

This is the final result of the vegetalization of the holy body of the wooden man, that is, to continue life in the form of plants, and finally reorganize into a complete human being when it reaches a safe zone.

Wooden Saint In a sense, vitality should be the most tenacious existence.

However, today it has encountered the most terrifying hunter in the world.

The sole inheritor of the Holy Church... Mu Fan!

A halo of light silently caught up with the giant vine that was looking into the distance quickly, and then directly covered the surface of the vine with a beautiful and cold murderous intent.

The moment the light wheel came into contact with the vines, it twisted to pieces.

The entire vine seemed to be writhing in pain as if it had some kind of perception.

But the light wheel didn't stop, and precisely along the vine, it suddenly drew a light trail in the air.

Four afterimages...

Four light tracks!

There was a sharp whistle from the tip of the vine.

Seething green juices splashed in the air.

All rattans are violently twisting, flapping, and rolling at this moment.

The tiny vines withered at the same time, while the rest began to kink and gradually reunite.

The four figures disappeared at the same time.

A dark golden figure appeared at the front.

Mu Fan maintained his forward posture, stomping on the ground with one foot, kicking up the soaring dirt, and the curved light scythe blade in his hand stopped spinning.

Turn around calmly.

Seven or eight meters behind him, those vines condensed into a shapeless figure in the air with a snap, and fell to the ground.

This time, the state of the Wooden Saint is extremely tragic, completely different from the state when he first appeared.

There was an unhealed sword mark on the eyes, his arms were broken shoulder to shoulder, and there were four deep knife marks on his abdomen, waist, and thighs that could not be healed, and gurgling green blood was gushing out.

At this moment, the Mushu on his body has completely decayed, presenting a withered state.

The wooden man was lying on the ground, his almost cut off legs were only shaking and he couldn't move at all.

"Do you have any last words?"

Mu Fan, who was wearing a dark gold armor, walked up to Mu Rensheng, lowered his head and said calmly.

"……I do not…"

The wooden man sage spoke sternly, he wanted to speak out the voice in his heart.

"Needless to say."

A calm voice sounded, and Mu Fan interrupted without blinking.

Then he waved the curved light sickle blade and chopped it down casually.

The blue blade of light wiped Mu Rensheng's throat soundlessly, the strange and shrill voice stopped abruptly, and the eye sockets that had been brushed by the sword marks were wide open, as if looking at Mu Fan and saying something silently.

The surrounding jungle instantly became quiet... Countless vines clinging to the tree trunk withered and fell at the same time.

Lu Qingxue looked at Mu Fan in astonishment, and pointed to the root carving-like... dead body on the ground.

"Didn't you let him say his last words?"