Suddenly, a subtle harsh sound sounded, and the softening trunks of the God of War Tree locked onto Han Xiao from the bottom to the top like pythons, wanting to entangle Han Xiao, and then suck the blood dry like those previous warriors.

Dozens of warriors were suddenly shocked, and at the same time a little gloating.

In their opinion, in the face of so many tree trunks attacking from all angles, it was impossible for Han Xiao to escape, and he had only one fate, that is, like those previous martial artists, he was sucked up by the God of War Tree and turned into a dry corpse and completely died.

"Han Xiao!"

Xuanyuan asked Yadai frowned, and was about to fly out, but was held down by Xuanyuan Zhantian, "Xiaoya, take a closer look!"

Han Xiao disappointed those gloating fellows, and the dozens of python-like trunks were only entangled in the afterimage left by Han Xiao.

And Han Xiao's true body appeared outside their attack range, and with a kick of force, he went up dozens of feet out of thin air.

When I get here, every extra step up is a huge test.

It is also extremely difficult to reach the height of thousands of feet and see the first fruit.

"Huh!"

At this moment, a tree vine appeared above and threw it towards Han Xiao at an incredibly fast speed, forcing him to dodge.

The Tree of the God of War is like a warrior with tens of thousands of arms, and each trunk is a steel whip.

You can imagine what a terrible scene it would be when a warrior has tens of thousands of arms to attack a target at the same time, and those attacks do not interfere with each other, but can form a complementary momentum.

This was completely unexpected, out of all his previous calculations.

I didn't expect that in this place at a height of 5,000 feet, there would be such a dense attack. The purple intent in his eyes flickered, and Han Xiao's Sky Divine Pupil was promoted to the extreme, and the combination of extreme speed and spatial rules could be resisted.

Han Xiao's figure seemed to be devoured, and dozens of martial artists couldn't see him, all they could see were countless tree trunks that were constantly dancing at high speed, because the speed was too fast and the strength was too strong, and there were bursts of qi explosions, and the sound was terrifying.

The swing of the twin swords, the continuous attacks of the vine whips of the War God Tree, and being in mid-air made Han Xiao lose many advantages.

The figure fell down, and Han Xiao's toes tapped on a section of the tree trunk, which suddenly became soft and rolled like a python turning over, making Han Xiao's borrowing force fail and his toes slipped, and the whole person suddenly lost his balance.

In an instant, hundreds of rattan whips whipped down.

Han Xiao's talisman qi was shattered in an instant, and the vines that came from the whip suddenly entangled, wanting to restrain Han Xiao.

Dragonfire!

The fire of the boiling evil dragon burned brightly, causing those menacing vines to stagnate slightly, but after all, it didn't stop those vines for too long, and with a flash of metallic luster, those vine whips whipped down again.

However, this moment was enough for Han Xiao to respond. The twin swords danced, and one after another sword qi surged out, blocking those rattan whips for a moment, and then with a single step, they climbed dozens of zhang.

Gradually, Han Xiao seemed to have found some kind of technique, and in the air of five thousand zhang, facing countless rattan whips, he actually became relaxed.

The dozens of martial artists who watched almost forgot to breathe one by one, and all the twelve distractions were attracted, and their eyes moved with Han Xiao's movements.

"This guy ......"

"No, if you continue like this, I'm afraid I'm going to be at his hands!"

In an instant, Yuan Lingzi, Jian Xilou, Xuanyuan Zhantian, and the Evil King all made moves.

Those warriors who had their eyes on the last few God of War Fruits also began to act.

Han Xiao's actions just now had already given them a lot of inspiration.

Of course, there are also people who are still waiting, and they are not ready to approach the Tree of the God of War, but are ready to snatch it when those people return.

The toes lightly touched a piece of tree trunk again, and this tree trunk also became soft and rotated in an instant, and it was about to wrap around Han Xiao's ankle.

With a slight click, the sword qi erupted, directly shaking and accelerating the trunk that was about to bend and whip, leaving an afterimage in an instant.

Han Xiao's figure has come to a height of nine thousand zhang at this moment.

The first fruit is only 1,000 zhang away from the sky.

At this time, Yuan Lingzi and the others were already anxious, and they all took out the ability to press the bottom of the box, and their bodies were raised step by step.

I have to say that they are all people with extremely high understanding, and after seeing Han Xiao's previous ways, they have all learned the essence of seventy or eighty percent.

Han Xiao, a pathfinder, brought them a lot of understanding.

"Hmph, don't want to win the first fruit!" Yuan Lingzi shouted violently.

"The first fruit is mine!" Lou Shukun pretended to shout that he wanted to win the first fruit, but in fact, his eyes kept staring at the second fruit.

He knew that the competition for the first fruit was very fierce, so he retreated to the second and won the second fruit first, if there was a chance to beat the player who took the first fruit, there was still a chance to get the first place.

In addition to him, among the seven princes of the first king, the remaining geniuses of the Huangfu family sighed lightly, and looked at the fourth and fifth fruits.

He knew that he was much worse than the others, so he chose to stabilize his hand first.

If he gets fourth or fifth, he will find a way to hide, and when the battlefield is closed, he will be able to win the top five places.

Of course, this is a means for the weak to throw off, Han Xiao and others, their goal, from beginning to end, is only the first.

Nine thousand and one hundred zhang!

Nine thousand two hundred zhang!

Nine thousand three hundred zhang!

Those bloodthirsty vine whips became more and more dense, and the size of the surrounding desolate corpses seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and even some desolate corpses, spitting out desolate gas bombs, were formed by the desolate qi.

Han Xiao used all kinds of means, his concentration was concentrated, and he slammed on the rattan whip sealed by the cold ice sword qi under his feet, and once again borrowed his strength to go up.

It's closer, it's getting closer!

Han Xiao had already seen that the fist-sized first fruit was on top of several unusually thick branches, emitting a brownish-yellow halo.

The aura of the god of war contained in it is only afraid that it is much more than all the aura of the god of war that he has absorbed since he entered the reckless battlefield.

At the same time, the vine whip of the Tree of the God of War in the upper front bar slammed in from below, and several trunks above it also became soft.

Roar, roar, roar!

One after another roared out, as if Han Xiao had come to the most core area, they had become very violent.

Countless attacks arrived, the space was blocked, and Han Xiao had no way to avoid it!

"Hmph, he's dead now!" Yuan Lingzi shook away a desolate corpse with a punch, dodging the entanglement of the rattan whip, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Han!" Xuanyuan Zhantian was worried, and was almost hit by a rattan whip.

There were still more than two thousand zhang between him and Han Xiao, and he couldn't help at all.

Seeing that, Han Xiao was about to fall here.

It's just that Han Xiao's expression remained unchanged, unhurried, and took out a token from his arms.

(End of chapter)