"Yes, is it him, Oakes." Ziyang said to herself, her eyes were filled with surprise, but not long after, she nodded her head knowingly.

Ziyang raised her hand, and the little vines with purple flowers emerged from her palm again, stretched towards the vine wall like a copper wall, and hit the wall all at once.

The wall remained motionless, only a loud noise resounded throughout the venue.

Ziyang concentrated his spirit and concentrated his spiritual power on the vines.

As a pharmacist at the eighth level of Huang, her spiritual power is still very strong.

At least, it was many times stronger than Huang San Oaks.

Oakes only felt that his body was hot, and his spiritual power was constantly bubbling out.

The vines also grew rapidly.

The vines wrapped around Ziyang's vines in reverse.

At this time, the audience focused their attention on the intersection of the two vines.

They held their breath, swallowed, and looked nervously at the vines in front of them, curious as to who would win.

"The female disciple of the Dikun Sect seems to be a pharmacist of the eighth rank of Huang."

"Yes, yes, according to this battle, I guess that kid can't beat her."

"No, that's not necessarily the case!"

"That's right, the four sons of the shadow sect are always able to surprise. What they are best at is making miracles. They have even defeated the green class!"

"Let's wait and see!"

The vines on both sides are intertwined, and no one will let the other, as if two people wrestling arms are evenly matched, which makes the picture freeze.

The vines remained motionless, no one had the intention of retreating, nor did anyone intend to outdo each other.

This is Huang Ba.

Oakes gritted his teeth, sweat rolled down from his forehead.

He stored his energy very nervously, and the spiritual energy flowed away from his body day by day, but he could only rely on his meager spiritual energy to support him.

And this bit of spiritual power was like fire, when it flowed out of his body, it was constantly burning his body.

Can't lose, can't lose.

Oakes felt Mimis leaning on his back, and the decision in his heart forced him to support his body. He stepped forward and stood still, but his body was shaking constantly.

Can't be like this, can't fall down.

The desire to protect Mimis is very strong, prompting him to constantly dig out his body, always hanging on every spiritual power in his body.

Seeing this, Mu Xuecheng immediately raised the ice sword and stabbed towards Ziyang.

She took a elixir, stopped her breath, and only relied on her whole body to absorb the spiritual energy.

In this way, the effect of poisonous flowers on her can be greatly weakened.

But on the contrary, if she wants to maintain her life activities, she will consume a lot of spiritual energy.

Mu Xuecheng hindered Ziyang's luck.

Ziyang just spread out a hand and threw the vine towards her body.

Mu Xuecheng retreated a little slowly.

Her ice and snow sword cut iron like mud, and was extremely cold. Soon, it stopped the vines that kept stabbing at her.

And at this moment, an extremely dazzling and intense white light suddenly emitted from Oaks, whose spiritual power was exhausted.

Everyone cast their gazes there.

With the golden needle in her hand, at the moment when the white light blinded everyone, she came precisely behind He Zifu.

With a sound of "咻", the golden needle flew into the white light.

Mu Yan also lost her sight.

When everything returned to normal again, the person in front of him had disappeared.

And the vine wall erected on the field also disappeared.

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