After Shan 13 eliminated the killer, he left here quickly, but the sense of crisis that haunted his heart still did not disappear, which was really strange.

Shan 13 didn't say a word, turned his head and hurried away, but this feeling just lingered, and his heartbeat became more and more violent, no matter whether he went north or east, he just stuck to himself.

Shan Thirteen's brain turned rapidly, and he suddenly thought of something, and muttered to himself: "The powerful qi machine is locked, as long as the distance is widened, it is useless, and now this crisis is tight, could it be that the problem lies with that killer?"

Shan 13 carefully reviewed the battle scene at that time, between the lightning and flint, the killer seemed to wave his arm, and he didn't care at the time, maybe the clue was left at that time.

Shan Thirteen was extremely depressed in his heart, it would be a big trouble to get into trouble with the killers, come at any time coldly, and rest until he died, the most effective way to deal with them was to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

Dealing with the previous one who killed him by surprise, the people who chased him later were prepared, and the enemy was dark and I was clear, and the situation was not optimistic.

"There must be a way, there must be a way!"

Countless thoughts flashed through Shan Thirteen's mind, but they didn't have enough time to arrange it, if the Qiankun bracelet was there, he would take out a set of bone talismans at random, and it would be enough for these ghostly guys to drink a pot.

Bone Talisman!

Shan 13 found that since he inherited the method of bone cultivation, most of the battles along the way were supported by external forces, as strong as now, when he met a few people with equal strength, he was a little stretched, and he couldn't exert the power of bone cultivation at all, and he was a little putting the cart before the horse.

In the bone cultivation system, the bone talisman is just a gicing on the cake, but now it has become his biggest lifesaver, where did he go astray in cultivation.

Backbone!

By the way, it's the backbone, all along, the backbone is either refining the elixir, or healing the wounds, but it is really used in battle, but very little, the only few times it is used to shake the sky, because of the immaturity of the state of mind, it does not have much effect.

With a flash of inspiration in his heart, some obstacles in his cultivation were instantly unblocked, and the power of the Heaven Shaking Driven by True Qi and the Heaven Shaking Driven by Bone Qi were not the same, but in this way, he had to give up the speed that he was good at.

There are pros and cons, the choice of the spirit snake silk hand was due to the habit of being a scout when he was young, in the end, he has been cultivating for so long, and there is still the idea of saving life first in the subconscious.

When you receive the demon hunting order in the morning, reporting your real name is a breakthrough, and digging out the dregs of your subconscious at this moment is naturally a good idea.

"Haha, it's really heavenly!"

Shan Thirteen only completely straightened out the relationship between true qi and backbone at this moment, and the bumps on the road of bone cultivation were only slowly groped by himself, and the mistake of this first step almost cost him his life.

Supplemented by true qi, his own bones are very strong, and he uses his true qi to exert the spirit snake coiling hand, and the speed is also very comparable, as long as he practices diligently, he is not without the opportunity to catch up with the bone qi.

The main battle of backbone, only in the continuous battle, bone cultivation will grow, there is no exercise to create their own exercises, only to find their own way, is the road of the strong.

As soon as his mind moved, the true qi urged the spirit snake to coil his hand, and the speed dropped by half sharply, and when the true qi was transmitted in the body, it was a little uncontrollably strung around.

Click-

A big tree on the side of the road was broken by the waist of the mountain thirteen, and the moving figure remained the same, and after breaking five trees in a row, the body became smooth again.

Hmmm-

Leaping step by step, the distance was shortened by twenty zhang, the body was straightened, and the distance was doubled when he moved. Shan 13 is like a cheerful child, constantly running and exhaling, adapting to the flow of true qi, and making the most coordinated posture of his body.

"Who?"

Shan Thirteen suddenly felt alarmed, and flashed his head to the side without looking back, and suddenly a strong wind came from behind him, blowing up dust and debris in the sky, and one of the black shadows flashed and disappeared.

The speed was beyond the scope of Shan Thirteen's sight, but the spiritual sense did not fall, this was a monk with a short body, holding his head and bending his knees, his body was like a round ball, and he rushed straight into himself.

Click-

Shan Thirteen pushed with both hands and bounced the ball away, but he never thought that there were suddenly two crisp crashing sounds behind him, and the treasure armor that was picked up from Mr. Hou was shattered by a blow.

"The strength is not bad!" the ball exclaimed, as if Shan Thirteen had made a great deal of money.

"Have a defensive armor?" The person who sneaked up behind him seemed to be unwilling, and he didn't kill Shan Thirteen at once, and he was angry.

Shan Thirteen's eyes shrank, and the two of them cultivated to be equivalent to themselves, but the murderous aura was windless and automatic, and there was a faint aura that was breathtaking, and when this aura reached a certain level, it was the qi.

Whew—

The two of them didn't give Shan Thirteen a chance to breathe, and the ball bounced over again, which was obviously restraining Shan Thirteen, and the person behind him lost his sense again, as if he didn't exist.

Shan Thirteen was like a fish in the throat, but he had to face the attack of the ball, the ball was full of elasticity, slippery, but the strength was amazing, the body did not need a support point in the air at all, and he actually attacked five times in one breath.

Stomp –

Shan Thirteen took five steps back in a row, and at the moment when the fifth step was about to settle, his body twisted, and he suddenly hit backwards, and this blow flew sand and stones, and suddenly collided with a figure.

Boom –

A figure was thrown out, and a large amount of blood fell in the air, obviously the sneak attack failed, and it was overshadowed by Shan Thirteen.

"Bastard!

The round ball that followed closely behind Shan Thirteen suddenly stretched out his body, and his limbs were like long whips, strangely entangled Shan Thirteen's hands, and Shan Thirteen struggled to move.

Phew-

A ghostly light flashed, piercing Shan Thirteen's throat, and a smug look appeared in Yuanqiu's eyes, and he laughed: "Dare to hurt my fifth brother, you are dead-"

At this time, Shan Thirteen seemed to be pressed by the mountain, the power of this meat ball was so strong that he even heard the sound of bones being squeezed, and the most terrible thing was that there was a third person present, a wonderful combination of assassination.

Whoosh –

Shan 13 suddenly gave up his physical resistance, and at the moment when the ghost light pierced his throat, his body was strangled by the ball and folded, and turned into a rolling gourd together.

"Fourth, retreat!"

The person named the third brother finally jumped down from the treetops, and the two ghostly lights in his hands fell towards Shan Thirteen, rescuing the ball from Shan Thirteen's hands.

Between the lightning and flint, the scene changed dramatically, the assassination turned into a frontal sniper, and three people surrounded Shan Thirteen in a semicircle.

On the left is the round ball, staring at Shan Thirteen with cold eyebrows, and on the right is the guy who was hit hard by the sneak attack, standing in front of you with a hazy feeling, so weird.

The third brother in the middle looked cold and arrogant, clapped his hands and said, "Sure enough, it's a good means, and the ninth brother will not complain if he dies." In this place where birds don't, someone can block the joint blow of my three brothers, even if they die!"

The three of them each drew their blades, obviously not going all out before, it turned out that they were playing tricks on Mountain Thirteen.