Chapter 297 (2/2)

In the air, huge trees with a thickness of about ten feet appear out of thin air...

With this move, he suddenly became lively again.

”Old ghost Matsuta has some good goods on hand. The array plate of the wooden maze is good. Judging from the green color, it should be able to achieve a simple conversion between virtual and real...”

”He can summon more than 300 heavenly trees with the magic of falling wood and killing with a thousand hammers. Is this old guy about to reach the peak of nine turns?”

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”It's a bull's knife to kill chickens! It's such a big battle for a little guy at the end of the pill period!”

In the midst of the discussion, Xiang Yang seemed to be stunned, motionless and silly.

In that maze, Matsuta was also relieved. The master of nine turn period should say that his magic power is not much greater than that of Yuanying period. However, as long as he attracts the power of heaven and earth, he can't carry it for ten Yuanying periods. He can wave his hand to kill the boy after a Dan knot period.

There was a fierce look in his eyes. The boy casually took out two treasures. He was afraid that he had more good goods. Why don't he just destroy them?

Just looking at his accomplishments and Shouyuan, there should be some good backstage behind him, but when it comes to backstage, who can compare with wanjian Pavilion in northern China? At that time, when there are benefits, give Qi Guang some profit. At most, let him take a big head. He will bear the accident.

It's a low-key and cautious thing to say about the empty mulberry gate. Otherwise, it won't wait so long for its own residence to be occupied until Jing Mo set out for the front line and Chu Xuan closed the door.

But at this time, Matsuda's mind is not only treasure, but also treasure. Where will he think so much? The so-called wealth and silk charming heart is nothing more than that.

As soon as he made up his mind, he was very hot in his heart and played beyond his level. Originally, he could only summon 361 Tianmu. This time, there were four more Tianmu. Finally, he gave a hypocritical reminder.

”Be careful, little fellow. My spell of killing with a thousand hammers can't be controlled. If you can't stop, you can't blame me...”

Xiang Yang's perception was so sharp that he immediately heard the killing intention contained in it. With a cold smile, he finally began to move, put away the flying sword under his feet, put on the stepping wind treasure silk, and walked forward step by step.

His eyes narrowed slightly. Tianyan had already calculated everything around him. At this time, his goal was not to fight against the nine turn friars, but the attack direction and range of the so-called Tianmu in the sky. The consumption of spiritual consciousness was not large, and even could not reach the supplement of climbing the Tianshu.

He moved, Matsuta smiled, his fingers flexed and stretched, and the huge trees floated in the sky at the same time, roaring in the direction of Xiang Yang.

The power of any one of these Tianmu, which is purely made of wood vitality, is equivalent to the full blow of an expert in the later stage of Yuanying. More than 300 of them can break half even if there is a mountain in front of them.

But soon he was stupid.

Xiang Yang walked with his hands on his back. His steps were neither urgent nor slow. It was like walking in a leisurely court. But all the huge trees brushed past, and none of them was next to the side.

After a while, he had passed nearly a hundred feet, his black robe was as flat as before, and his hair had not been scattered for a minute.

”Matsuta, the old guy still wants to face. It's clear that he's releasing water. He wants the little guy at the end of the pill to retreat. But this control is great. You see, every shot is only a little short of hitting. This is the case again and again. The old guy's palm control of this spell has been subtle!”

Among the monks watching the excitement, there was an old and sober man who was amazed and echoed nearby.