Chapter 297 (2/2)

Han mushui hands together, grabbed each other's shoulders. A fierce chill gushed from the palms of both hands. As long as the cold enters the body, the opponent will lose any resistance.

Mu Luo's feeling of vitality in the body is stagnant. But she did not go hard to carry, but the eyes of her eyes to Han mushui's face.

Four eyes relative moment, Han mushui suddenly felt saw a pair of scorching sun. The sun is like fire, piercing into the eyes! What he saw in his eyes instantly turned into pitch black, but the blazing light did not weaken at all, and it stabbed his face like countless swords. Then, a strong wave of heat is coming to push my body.He didn't feel anything below the shoulder, but above the shoulder, he felt like a fire. The cold air from his hands disappeared at once. When he was flushed by the flame, his hair was suddenly ignited, his face was blackened, and he was swept ten feet away by the air wave.

Mu Luo felt a cold in her body, her whole body was weak and her legs were soft. I can't help but sit down.

She not only has the ability of fire sight, but also can perform the art of fire escape. She just needs to be stimulated by Qi and blood to release the green wood Qi and inject it into her eyes. Wood can make a fire, the fire pupil of the hot sun will immediately release a strong fire, light and flame, incomparable power.

However, she has just refined these eyes, and it costs her life and blood to control them. Even she didn't know if she could make it.

Han mushui's frozen body below the shoulder was burned by the scorching sun, and immediately melted and decayed. It turned out to be like mud, giving off a terrible smell and pervading all directions.

The mud broke up when he was hit. Now Han Mu's water falls on a clearing like a scorched black spider with only two legs. All he had left was his head, shoulder and arms, and one of his hands clung to the dark purple sharp dagger.

He opened his eyes. In the darkness, the whiteness of his eyes was still visible, and his eyes were filled with unwilling colors. He tried his best to live, and he still didn't want to die.

In Mu Luo's eyes, the temperature of the broken body is actually rising. He was no longer as cold as he had always been. After his body was decayed, the sea of Qi had disappeared. Therefore, the remaining genuine Qi of water cold on his body is only the part that still remains in the meridians of his upper arm. Naturally, if he uses a little, he will no longer be able to maintain his cold body temperature.

He suddenly struggled to earn, landed on the ground with his remaining two hands, and really ran like a spider. In a flash, he had been lying on the unconscious wood on the ground, and put the dagger in his hand directly on the wood's neck.

His dark face has been twisted into a strange look. Unfortunately, he still can't roar. He can only use his last strength to deliver a ferocious voice:

”quick, give me your tree core! Or I'll stab your son of a bitch

Even now that he has the core of the Millennium tree, it can't be refined. After all, he is no longer alive. I'm afraid the remaining part can't even be counted as a person. What he is doing now is only the last wisp of obsession in his heart.

Mu Luo gave a cold smile and said, ”try to stab him. I wish you could stab him to death.”

There was a strange sound in the monster's throat, as if something could not be stopped. One arm caught the ground, the other arm raised, and frantically stabbed the dagger into the wood's neck countless times.

The soft part of the neck should be poked through. But as soon as the dagger penetrated the wood's skin, it immediately activated the tree. Although the cold air limited the vitality of his tree, it did not make his wooden shield completely invalid. And now, the remnant Han mushui is no longer able to pierce the wooden shield.

Mu Luo didn't change her mind, but she knew that the monster's last struggle was in vain.

A frenzied stab almost exhausted the monster's last physical strength. But it's just a bunch of blood spots on the wooden neck. The wood woke up to the sting. Even he was startled to see this strange, stinking creature. He grabbed it directly and threw it away dozens of paces away.

But the monster is still alive. Falling in the crevice, still struggling.

”Well, there's life in death. There's no need to stick to it.” The red light in Mu Luo's double pupils flashed again, and the two hot flowing eyes gushed out, burning the stone crevice red. Han mushui's last remnant finally turned to ashes in the fire.

Mu Luo looks back at the wood. Naturally, she will not forget the purpose of her coming here, nor will she forget that the throne of the tree emperor of the demon kingdom is near at hand.

She held the dagger in her hand again. Now with her strength restored to the present, it is enough to break through each other's Wooden shield.

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