Huang Bailin shouted: "Boy, you are dead today, Senior Brother Ma and Senior Brother Liu are outflanked by both wings." Suddenly, the three of them gradually gathered together, and the two reinforcements turned around tacitly, preparing to block the way up the mountain thirteen in front.

Shan 13 slowed down, no longer using the Spirit Snake Silk Hand to hurry, but took out a chapter of the Swift Talisman from his body, although the speed was still very fast, but it was far from the speed of the sword of the foundation building period monk.

Plop –

Shan Thirteen fell down one by one, and when he got up, he looked out of breath, and his feelings were exhausted.

"Haha, boy, you're running!"

Huang Bailin's figure flashed, and he arrived in front of Shan Thirteen, while the other people looked like they were watching a play.

"Dare to destroy the old man's high-grade magic weapon, boy, the old man is going to dismantle your bones!"

Huang Bailin sucked in the palm of his left hand, and Shan Thirteen was sucked by him in the air, and his right fist was raised high, and this palm was either dead or seriously injured.

Shan Shisan's face was frightened, and he struggled in vain, but where he struggled, his frightened eyes turned into despair, which made Huang Bailin very happy.

"Boy, aren't you powerful with fists, and let you taste the taste of fists!"

Shan Thirteen almost came face to face with Huang Bailin, his chest was only two feet away from his right fist, and at this moment Shan Thirteen actually smiled, with a hint of playfulness in his smile.

Huang Bailin felt that this kid was stupid and dared to laugh, but he had seen Shan Thirteen's ruthlessness before, and he was a little more cautious in his heart.

It was the strength of his right fist that couldn't help but increase a little more, in the final analysis, after all, Shan Thirteen was just a monk in the Qi training period, and no matter how tricks he played, he was limited.

Boom –

Shan Thirteen was hit in the chest, his face immediately turned red, his breathing became short, and he couldn't help but spurt out a large mouthful of blood, almost paralyzing to the ground.

Huang Bailin was stunned for a moment, and then his mood relaxed, although the force of the shock on his fist was not small, but his fist himself understood that this blow was a kind of demon beast that shocked it.

The blood spit out by Shan Thirteen stained the ground red, and his hand scratched weakly on the ground, grabbing a short stick and waving it indiscriminately, as if in self-defense.

"Haha, Senior Brother Huang, did you work too hard last night, and your hands and feet were weak!"

Another half-hundred-year-old man walked over with a smile, and looked at Shan Thirteen with a murderous expression, "Boy, you actually killed my disciple Ma Tiandong, the old man wants you to pay for your life!"

The thirteen broken sticks of the mountain pointed at Huang Bailin and a few people, and said word by word: "Kill your apprentice, hehe, I will kill a few of you!"

Haha –

Huang Bailin and the others all laughed, this kid was dying, and he dared to speak out, but the smile instantly froze on his face, and everyone felt a powerful coercion falling on him.

This coercion made them have a feeling of worship, an indescribable sense of fear, the higher the strength, the greater the pressure, and these are not the most important, the important thing is that the thirteen mountains moved.

Several of them can't move the monks in the foundation building period, but the kid in the Qi training period of Shan Thirteen can move, even fools understand that it is the ghost of Shan Thirteen.

Fooled, tricked!

All the people are regretting, they should have killed Shan Thirteen with one palm, but unfortunately there is no regret medicine in the world, how could they have thought that Shan Thirteen would have such a rare treasure as a phoenix broken stick!

Hmmm-

With a wave of Shan Thirteen's hand, a cold light flashed, and Huang Bailin and Ma Tiandong's six yang leaders flew out, their wide eyes full of remorse, fear and despair, and the corpse splattered out a three-foot-high column of blood after Shan Thirteen walked by.

Shan Thirteen's body staggered unnaturally, "Wow" couldn't help but be a mouthful of blood, Rao was well prepared, Huang Bailin's punch still hit the internal organs.

"You can't stop, or you'll fall short!"

When there was no hope of escape, Shan 13 came up with this trick of exchanging injuries for lives, and the key was to covertly use the technique of fixing the phoenix broken stick.

This move was right, Huang Bailin and the others did not kill immediately, there was a kind of cat and mouse mentality, which gave Shan Thirteen a great opportunity.

But there are still three monks, and it is difficult to eradicate the standing position in an instant, and when the corpse killed Huang Bailin in the thirteenth mountain, he killed the two monks who intercepted it in front.

And there is a man surnamed Liu behind him, less than ten zhang away, it took four breaths, and at this time, the casting time of the phoenix broken stick has exceeded five breaths.

Shan Thirteen's heart chuckled, I don't know how many breaths the Phoenix Broken Stick lasted this time, I was lucky, I was really angry, and a mouthful of essence blood sprayed onto the Phoenix Broken Stick, pointing forward, and the person lay on the ground weakly.

The body of the chelicera pounced, a monk died, and when the chelicera pounced in front of another person, the last thing to see happened, the person exuded true qi all over his body, forming a true qi barrier, this way is very easy to lose true qi, but it is quite easy to stop the fatal blow of the chelicera.

Ding——

The chelica was thrown aside, and before the body had time to make a second pounce, the other party moved, and a fiery red sword qi cut down the waist, knocking the chelica to the ground, and most of the body was buried in the soil, and the blood flowed.

The monk who broke free from the immobilization technique, his face was hideous, and the five of them were played by the mountain thirteen like this, which was unbearable, and the royal envoy with the flying sword towards the mountain thirteen was a big move, and the fire in the sky formed a flying fire snake, and the mouth of the teeth and claws devoured the mountain thirteen.

In a desperate situation, Shan Thirteen was not afraid, his eyebrows were burned, his hair was on fire, and his whole face became dry and painful because of the scorching heat of the flames, but he still raised the phoenix broken stick in his hand.

"Lao Tzu burned you!"

Looking at the thirteen mountains in the blazing firelight, the monk laughed proudly, picked up the flying sword in his hand, and walked over slowly, looking forward to the screams of the thirteen before he died.

"It's-"

The monk suddenly looked in surprise at the fiery snake that wrapped Shan Thirteen, which had now turned into a pale red phantom and fixed in the air, while Shan Thirteen staggered up with the smell of roasted meat.

A huge phantom shadow fell from the sky, and the familiar coercion came out majestically, and the monk was frozen again, but this time he didn't have any fear, but greedily looked at the phoenix broken stick in Shan Thirteen's hand.

The chela corpse was beaten motionless, and Shan Thirteen was also severely injured, as long as he survived a few breaths of innocuous fixation, he could get the treasure alone, Huang Bailin and they were all dead, wouldn't his status in the sect be one step to the sky!

Boom –

The monk who was dreaming a sweet dream suddenly felt a pain in his face, and he was hit hard by something, and when he opened his injured eyes, it was the half-dead Shan Thirteen who attacked him.

At this moment, Shan Thirteen, who was burned so that he didn't look like a human or a ghost, hit his right fist, the skin and flesh fell, and even bubbled with a trace of heat, but this fist was punch after punch.

Wow –

The monk felt that the true qi in his body could flow, and before he could rejoice that the fixation technique was lifted, he heard a clicking sound of broken bones, which was so clear, it was over, his skull was broken, and then his consciousness was extinguished.

"Chelicera, chelicera!"

The right fist was almost a skeleton of bones, and he climbed to the side of the chela with difficulty, shouting with all his might, and stumblingly poured out a bottle of bone paste on the wound of the chelicera.

Whew—

The chela suddenly curled up and turned into a knife ball the size of a watermelon, and Shan Thirteen cried happily, the chela corpse was still alive, but it was only a heavy injury, and there was no danger to life.

Whoosh –

A strong aura shot straight from a distance, this is the breath of the great monk, Shan Thirteen sighed and hid the thunderbolt bead in his left hand.