Chapter 535 Abandoning Ruthlessness (5)
Mo Jinwu saw wrinkles on the corners of his clothes and frowned slightly.
Song Xianning glanced at him quietly again, reached out to smooth his hair, and smiled, "It's not wrinkled anymore."
His slightly cold gaze fell on her, but he quickly retracted it and turned to walk forward.
Song Xianning followed him closely, occasionally using wood-type spiritual power to control vines to poke the surrounding dense forest.
After walking for a while, Mo Jinwu stopped and stood still.
Song Xianning trotted over to him, "What's wrong? Is there anything?"
"Quiet." It affected his positioning.
Song Xianning retracted the vines, "Oh, I won't move."
This was actually her habit of training alone. Her wood-type spiritual power could sense the movements in the forest.
Mo Jinwu continued to walk forward.
Song Xianning folded her hands and looked to the side. The discomfort in her heart became stronger and stronger, as if something was lurking in the dark.
"Brother Mo, do you feel that something is watching us?" she asked.
"Yeah." After a long time, a cold syllable floated into her ears.
Song Xianning moved a little closer to him.
Mo Jinwu glanced at the person who was approaching secretly and raised his hand slightly.
With a flash of cold light, Song Xianning saw a rat beast that appeared out of nowhere being cut into two by a snow-colored sword. The wound was frozen with ice, and not a drop of blood fell to the ground.
Song Xianning was surprised at the fast speed.
"Level 4, be careful." Mo Jinwu's face became serious.
Song Xian condensed her spiritual energy into a weapon, forming two thin butterfly-like scimitars. The two knives came together with a slight touch, and she spun them in her hands, chopping off the tree roots that had broken through the ground and wrapped around her.
The spiritual power turned into vines, she pointed her toes, used the force to leap upwards, and swept the sword energy across. The tree roots that were chasing her into the air and the leaves that gathered around her were temporarily forced to stop. The wood-type spiritual power seized control of the opponent and turned against them.
The temperature dropped suddenly and everything around him froze into ice. Mo Jinwu dodged the branches that were sweeping his legs, leaped upwards and flipped over, then turned back and swung out a sword. The powerful sword energy instantly cut off the branches that were extending over him.
The surrounding trees uprooted and began to move, circling rapidly around the two men. The heavy shadows of the forest made people feel dizzy, and the branches that were pulled out were swung at the two men.
Song Xianningzhu was hit on the lower back by a branch thrown from behind. She staggered forward two steps and then felt her waist swell up instantly.
They are all fourth-level demon plants, which is really difficult to deal with.
Because her waist injury limited her flexibility, seeing the next branch about to hit her, Song Xianning's heart tightened and she quickly moved to the side, thinking that at least she would not lose her ability to move if she was hit.
The next moment, I felt someone grabbing my collar and throwing me out, and then I landed steadily on the ground.
And where she was standing, there was the figure of Mo Jinwu who was turning his sword to block.
The ice covers the tree's roots, holding them in place.
The ground shook slightly, and Song Xianning instinctively ran, but as soon as she raised her foot, the ice cracked and a tree root wrapped around her ankle. Her body went numb, and she was pulled into the ground while still jumping up.
Mo Jinwu approached quickly, but the edge of his spiritual power only touched the corner of her clothes. Several thick tree roots crawled in front of him like snakes, with great power, so he could only retreat.
The cracked ground quickly closed up, and in an instant, Song Xianning's presence could no longer be found.
Her body was tightened by the tree roots, and her bones creaked, as if she was bound by a thick python. Song Xianning lost her voice in pain. She had several cuts on her body, and blood flowed out and seeped into the tree roots.
Soon, she heard a hearty sigh and felt a few more cuts on her body.
The blood loss made her dizzy.
Her spiritual power and blood essence were all lost, and her limbs were tangled and dislocated. She quickly became exhausted. Song Xianning shook her head and tried to stay awake, gritting her teeth and preparing to activate the protective magic weapon in her body.
Suddenly, the snow in front of her eyes became brighter, and with a loud bang, the dazzling white was so bright that she couldn't open her eyes.
After a sharp howl, she was thrown away. She felt a chill on her waist. Song Xianning felt a cold sword against her waist, supporting her to stand up.
Then the sword left, following its owner further and further away from her.
Mo Jinwu pressed forward against the tree monster step by step. The ice was like a sharp blade, piercing into the roots and flesh of the tree monster. The juice was frozen into ice cubes and fell down before it could splash out.
About a quarter of an hour later, Mo Jinwu came back. Apart from some brown juice on the corner of his clothes, he looked unharmed.
He glanced at Song Xianning, whose arms were in a strange posture, and raised his hand to put it on her shoulder to straighten it.
There were two "crackling" sounds, and Song Xianning frowned in pain, but she didn't say a word.
Mo Jinwu lifted her collar and brought her back to the ground, then threw her away.
The action was rough, and Song Xianning stretched the injured bone, and he hissed, "Senior Brother Mo, can you be more gentle with me?"
He grabbed her collar from behind and strangled her neck, then threw her away like a chicken. It was already uncomfortable, but now it became even more uncomfortable.
"Thirty breaths." Mo Jinwu answered the question irrelevantly and turned away.
Song Xianning sighed, took out the pill and ate it, then used magic to clean herself up.
The effect of the pill was immediate, and Song Xianning's injuries were almost healed, except for the fact that she had lost some of her essence and blood, which was not easy to replenish. Her face was still a little pale.
Song Xianning ran up to him and said, "I'm fine now. Thank you, Senior Brother Mo."
Mo Jinwu glanced at her and continued walking forward with an expressionless face.
The discomfort that lingered in her heart disappeared, and Song Xianning breathed a sigh of relief. She poked Mo Jinwu's shoulder as he walked in front of her, "Senior Brother Mo."
Mo Jinwu turned his head.
"You are a late fourth-stage tree demon. You have just broken through to the Nascent Soul stage. Are you injured?" she asked with concern.
This is too fierce. He destroyed the other party's hideout at the early stage of Yuanying.
"Nothing." Mo Jinwu turned around.
Song Xianning watched as the person in front of her was sure to kill a monster within ten moves. She had no chance to attack at all, so she grabbed the corner of his clothes again.
Being stopped by her, Mo Jinwu's eyes turned cold. He glanced at the corner of her clothes and then glanced at her.
It was quite frightening to see him looking at her like that, but luckily she was strong inside. Song Xianning faced his cold gaze and smiled at him with her naturally slightly upturned eyes: "I wiped it with my hands, it's not dirty."
"Let go." Another soft voice.
"Brother Mo, you are so powerful. I can do nothing with your single move. Now that the potential danger has been eliminated, let's separate. I will go and gain experience on my own." Song Xianning let go, "Look, there are no wrinkles."
Mo Jinwu said nothing, not caring at all about what she was going to do.
Song Xianning was not discouraged and continued to smile. She took out a jade slip from her spirit ring and stuffed it into his hand. "Thank you, Senior Brother Mo, for saving my life. This is a thank you gift. We'll see you when we leave the secret realm."
After saying that, she turned and left the dense forest where Mo Jinwu was.
The ice is too cold to chew for now, so I’ll go practice first.
Mo Jinwu glanced at the jade slip that she had stuffed into his hand. It should be some kind of martial arts technique, so he casually threw it into the spiritual ring.
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