Mortal Cultivation

Chapter 137

137 A Vine Of Ziyu [II]

You could’t fight like this, it’s too passive! Ziyu thought as he retreated. So, he immediately controlled the dozen or so vines and started to press down. I want to sweep in the petal rain to see if I could change the status quo. If Huang Linger could be swept out of the ring by the way, it will save a lot of trouble.

Just as Ziyu controlled a dozen vines to rotate and press down, the dozen or so vines in the petal rain suddenly withered down one by one, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

suspect? what’s the situation? This was the first time Ziyu has encountered such a situation. How could the vines under his control suddenly wither? It was clear that he was constantly transporting spiritual power to support it.

There was only one answer, that was, Huang Linger must have some magic skill that could make the vines wither in an instant. This discovery made Ziyu frown.

But at this moment, Petal Rain kept pressing towards Ziyu, and Ziyu was about to retreat to the edge of the ring.

No, if it goes on like this, won’t I be pushed directly off the stage by the petal rain? Just, take the plunge. Ziyu finally made up his mind.

They saw that the spirit crystal in front of Ziyu kept flickering with brilliance. The seeds scattered on the stage before turned into fine vines, forming a dense trend on the ring.

And every thin vine was swaying around like a small snake, looking for a target. For a while, the arena seemed to have turned into a snake pond.

Found it! With the cooperation of spiritual power and spiritual power, Ziyu finally felt that there was a place in the rain of petals, and a large piece of fine vine had withered away, which was just enough for one person to move around. It must be Huang Linger who used some kind of magic of hers to make the vines wither.

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Ziyu immediately rushed into the rain of flowers, threw out the thorn whip in his hand, and went straight to Huang Linger’s foothold and clicked.

Under the swing of the thorn whip, the petal rain was struck by Ziyu into a straight passage. Seeing a figure appearing in front of him, Ziyu was overjoyed and said to himself: Sure enough, he was here. With the thorn whip in his hand a little bit, he shot straight at the figure in the rain of petals.

Just as the thorn whip was about to hit the figure in the rain of flowers, several hidden weapons suddenly shot from the opposite side. Seeing that the situation was not good, Ziyu immediately mobilized the thorn whip to return to the defense, drew a few whip flowers, and shot down the hidden weapon.

Ziyu swept the corner of his eye and found that the hit turned out to be a few flying flowers. The flowers were as big as an open palm, the stems below were more than a foot long, and the roots were sharpened. The whole flower was as white as jade, and the flower was shaped like a blooming peony, very beautiful.

Ziyu snorted, how many flying flowers wanted to hurt people? What a delusion! The thorn whip was thrown forward, and Ziyu searched for the withered place of the thin vine and swept it out again. The shadow in front flickered, and a few more flying flowers shot over.

Ziyu stabbed the whip in a circle and shot down the flying flowers. Just when Ziyu wanted to hit the shadow again, he suddenly felt his head sink, his eyes were blurred, and his consciousness was a little unclear.

No, it’s the fragrance! As soon as Ziyu rushed into the rain of flowers, he smelled a faint fragrance, which he thought was the fragrance of the petals themselves. Unexpectedly, this fragrance has the effect of charming consciousness.

No wonder Huang Linger had knocked down the opponent in the rain of flowers in the previous games, but she turned out to be fascinated. Ziyu’s consciousness moved, and he knew that he couldn’t stay in the flower rain for a long time.

Just after running two steps, the sound of breaking the air came from his side, and Ziyu immediately stabbed the whip and swept away the flying flowers. But Fei Hua kept shooting over.

Under the long-term defense, there must be a loss. Ziyu did not dare to take risks, and immediately caused the fine vines on the ring to swept towards the place where Huang Linger was.

At the same time, the thorns body moved, and Ziyu immediately turned into a big hedgehog, and quickly rolled out of Huayu. The flying flowers that hit were picked up by the long thorns on Ziyu’s body.

Seeing that he rolled around again, Ziyu rushed out of Huayu’s range, and suddenly there were two crisp bells in the flowery rain.

“Wow Leng Leng!”

As the bell kept ringing, Ziyu suddenly “coaxed” in his mind, and his consciousness seemed to leave the body at once. The output of spiritual power was interrupted immediately, and the three spiritual crystals suddenly dissipated invisibly because they lost the support of spiritual power.

Ziyu’s thorny body was also released, and Ziyu fell directly onto the table from a height of two or three meters in the air.

A “bang!” sound was heard in the earlun, and Ziyu almost didn’t fall.

But after this fall, Ziyu’s mind fell back. While Ziyu was in pain, he didn’t care whether he fell or not. He didn’t know that well, so he immediately rolled on the spot eighteen times, and he couldn’t tell the direction, so he just rolled out.

“Fluff! Flutter! Flutter! Flutter! Flutter!” A long string of flying flowers stuck on the table behind Ziyu. If it wasn’t for Ziyu being clever and rolling wildly before he could recover, he would have been put into a flower basket by flying flowers at this time.

After rolling out for seven or eight meters, Ziyu got up from the ground. As soon as he looked up, a flying flower was inserted directly into Ziyu’s chest.

A figure in front of him suddenly became clear in the rain of flowers.

They saw Huang Linger looking at herself with a smile on her face, holding a flying flower in her hand and pressing it on her chest.