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Chapter two hundred and twenty second shot(2/2)

"What's this?"

"Vine monster? Be careful, this is a magic trick of the spirit master!"

...

Suddenly, a commotion came from the four teams.

rustle!

Accompanied by the rustling sound, a wave of grass was blown by, and the original dead grass on the ground suddenly became wild, growing roots, like ghosts and gods dancing wildly, beginning to entangle the mounts.

"Muhuan Spiritual Art?"

Lin Quannan cut his wrist, sprinkled out blood, and fell on the surrounding lawn.

Squirt!

As soon as his blood from the storm sprinkled, a large amount of white smoke suddenly emerged from the lawns around him, and many grass roots curled up and rotted, as if they had encountered natural enemies.

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Lin Quannan laughed and said, "Who is the rat that dares to plot against me?"

In fact, the reason why he was able to break spiritual arts like this was not because his blood was so magical, but because he was a minor in a secret art and leveraged his ability.

Otherwise, if it were an ordinary Wushu Sect, even if it emitted blood, it would not necessarily threaten Fang Yuan's spiritual skills at all.

"I just broke my spiritual skills, and I dared to be so arrogant..."

A faint voice came from all directions, but the people of Jiuyang Gate showed joy on their faces, as if they had foresawed the savior.

rustle!

The sound just fell, and the waves of grass from all directions swept across the board, which was more than ten times larger than before.

"How is it possible? With so many spiritual techniques, is it a spiritual array?"
Chapter completed!
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