"I-" Ah Tuo took a sharp bite, rather than talking nonsense with this crazy monk here, it was better to finish eating and hit the road.

It's definitely not that he's really hungry, the hot dog is so delicious.

After two or three sips, he stuffed all the hot dogs into his mouth, and Ato stepped on the accelerator.

The Akina Mountain Bike God is online again.

"Master, say okay, I will definitely not buy anything to eat this time!" Tuo said vaguely.

"The poor monk is obviously doing it for your good." Tang Luo shook his head.

This is Master Xuanzang's consistent style, no one can starve the "driver", or the means of transportation.

On the way west, the lonely gourmand makes a big meal, and the first "person" to eat will always be the little white dragon.

Riding others and not giving them food, this kind of thing, Tang Luo can't do it.

"What, mage, won't you eat this?" Five minutes later, Tuo asked as he drove.

If you don't eat it, forget it, but when you eat it, you get even hungrier, but Tang Luo still has one in his hand, and the aroma is overflowing.

"Don't eat it, it's for someone else." Tang Luo said.

"Oh." Tuo is very sad, he has come here, why not buy a few more?

He can give out if he has no money!

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"Poof!"

Ah Fei is worthy of being the holder of Ah Fei's life, and his injuries are also very martial arts characters, he spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, almost unable to hold the sword in his hand.

When Qin Menglan and Uncle Qiang arrived, they saw the scene of Ah Fei being beaten upside down by Thirteen and flying out.

"You-"

Qin Menglan looked at Thirteen, how could she not connect the person in front of her with the person in her memory, "You are not Thirteen?" ”

Her tone was a little confused.

"Thirteen?" Thirteen laughed, "I'm him, but it's not him. ”

"What bullshit!" Uncle Qiang didn't mean any nonsense, his right hand was weak, and a translucent phantom of a small axe appeared in his hand, and he threw it towards Thirteen.

Skill: Throwing Axe!

There's no one here, it's completely hands-on!

The speed of the axe was extremely fast, and the distance of more than twenty meters between the two of them crossed in an instant.

Seeing that the axe was about to split Thirteen's head, his figure suddenly became blurred at this moment.

The axe seemed to break through a non-existent phantom, and through Thirteen's vague body, it fell to the ground and disappeared.

"Huh?"

Looking at Thirteen's re-solidified, unharmed shadow, Uncle Qiang's eyes widened.

What's going on?

What dodge skills?

"Be careful, he should be the life-holder." Ah Fei coughed and stood up, his right hand holding the sword trembling slightly.

He shifted his sword to his left hand and stared at Thirteen.

"Destiny Holder......" Qin Menglan whispered and said, "Thirteen, stop now, there is still a chance." ”

"Opportunity?" Thirteen laughed maniacally, "Are you giving me a chance?" No, it's me who wants to give you a chance! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his body disappeared in place.

appeared in front of Uncle Qiang.

Uncle Qiang instinctively leaned back and punched out the same punch!

Above the fist, there was a glimmer of light, and it was the same skill as Zhou Zhenguo - a powerful blow!

As a god and demon walking who has survived six missions and has been fully strengthened, this punch can undoubtedly easily shatter a thick cement wall.

Facing Uncle Qiang's fists with all his might.

Thirteen's figure was blurred again, giving people an uncomfortable feeling of misplacement.

At the same time that the fist missed, Thirteen's palm was already slapped on Uncle Qiang's chest.

Uncle Qiang was hit hard by a hammer, his chest suddenly sank, and the whole person flew upside down.

The injury is much worse than Ah Fei, and he has no strength to fight again.

"Oh, aren't you dead?" Thirteen was a little puzzled, looking at his palm, his palm was full of energy, and it was obviously enough to kill the other party.

Maybe it was the other party's skills that saved this guy's life.

But it doesn't matter, this palm, even if this person doesn't die, is useless.

Just when no one was looking at his palm, Ah Fei had already come to his side.

His left arm turned into an afterimage, and the black sword in his hand suddenly looked as if it had disappeared.

Quick Sword!

It's so fast that it's impossible for a god or demon who has been strengthened by the first order to react when walking.

Not only that, Ah Fei's current left-handed sword was actually faster than his right-handed sword just now.

This is Ah Fei's hidden killer feature!

"What a fast sword." Thirteen complimented.

Ah Fei's face changed, and his right arm was immediately raised, blocking his chest.

Although he felt that he should have stabbed something, the other party was still able to speak.

Being able to speak means that he has not really been hit hard, and it means that he has to face the counterattack of the other party!

Ah Fei's judgment and choice are correct.

Thirteen's palm slapped on his right arm, which was snapped off as a force spread through his arm.

Ah Fei stepped back, took twenty steps back, and his right arm fell down, twisting into a terrifying angle.

He leaned forward, knelt down on one knee, and supported himself with his sword, not letting his battered self fall completely.

However, the calmness on his face was gone, replaced by irrepressible trepidation and fear.

After all, it's just a life-holder, not the real Ah Fei.

Moreover, it is a teenager.

The "pride of the sky" that Qin Menglan thought of should actually describe this Ah Fei.

"Hmm......" didn't have time to show Thirteen's palms this time, wondering why he hadn't slapped the dead again.

Because a blue "dragon" was swooping down on him.

The dragon is not large, about two meters or so, blue and white in color, just a vague image, a collection of energy.

When Ah Fei slashed his sword against Thirteen again, Qin Menglan naturally made a move.

It's not the eighteen palms of the dragon, but the skill dragon fist attack!

Swing your fist and release a stream of blue-white dragon-type energy that blasts towards your target.

The Wyvern was about to arrive, and Thirteen's figure blurred again.

Only this time, the faucet suddenly changed direction.

The thirteen blurred figures re-condensed, and the position where they appeared was about half a meter different from the place just now.

The two collided together.

There is no special sound effect, only an invisible energy scattered.

Thirteen's clothes were hunting, and Ah Fei, who was crumbling, fell directly to the ground.

The dragon-type energy disappeared, and Thirteen retreated more than ten meters away, his right hand trembling continuously, hanging down to his side.

The palm of the hand contracted and trembled unnaturally like a chicken claw, and it was obviously not lightly injured.

There was a cut on his chest, and a little blood seeped out, which was the scar left by Ah Fei's fast sword.

Dragon Fist Attack is not a particularly powerful anti-heaven skill, but it has a special place, that is, it can lock on to the target of pursuit.

Regardless of whether Thirteen was simply fast, enough to dodge Uncle Qiang's fist and Ah Fei's fast sword, or what special method was used.

Qin Meng's Blue Dragon Fist pursued, and it was difficult for him to avoid it.

"Looks like I'm underestimating you." Thirteen said to Qin Menglan, despite being injured, he still looked like "everything is under my control".

Qin Menglan didn't speak, and overlapping shadows appeared on her body.

Then, "Separately" took a step to the left and right, from one person to two identical people.

It's so realistic that it's impossible to tell which one is the ontology.

Skill: Phantom Clone, the clone has a part of the strength of the current state - excluding skills, and does not include external objects such as equipment.

If you have truly integrated the skills, the clone can also use the skills.

It's quite a strong skill, strong in all ways, in every sense.

"You've got so much information about the gods and demons, but not many people know about your skills." Thirteen said.

It seems that the injury on his right hand will not affect his next battle in the slightest.

Qin Menglan glanced at Thirteen, and together with the clone, rushed towards him one left and one right.

Fight, no need for nonsense!

The three "people" are hand-to-hand.

But just after the fight, it was not Thirteen who had only one hand left, but Qin Menglan, who besieged him.

The thirteen figures blurred and fluttered from time to time.

Not only that, Qin Menglan's attacks were all deviated by him with one hand, even his shoulder, his back, etc., leading him to the other direction, and sometimes he was even "counterattacked".

It was as if Thirteen was using Qin Menglan's power to hit herself.

"I have strength and speed, but my skills are too poor, if I have time, why don't you learn some martial arts?"

As Thirteen spoke, he deflected Qin Menglan's fist with one palm, allowing him to "kill each other" with the clone, or with the body.

At present, Thirteen still hasn't distinguished the two people, who is the ontology.

But it doesn't matter, it's all within the scope of the attack.

The two Qin Menglan couldn't dodge and couldn't guard it, and they collided directly.

An ugly roll on the ground, and then jumped up again, pulling some distance from Thirteen, eyeing him fiercely.

Thirteen was still calm and breezy, and it could be seen that his right hand had recovered a little compared to the beginning. It's no longer like a folded chicken claw, and it seems that it won't be long before he can return to his original state.

"A big shift? Turning the stars? Qin Menglan didn't make another move, and asked.

The thirteen years just now made her think of these two kinds of martial arts.

Could it be that Thirteen got the relevant martial arts character life?

Thirteen chuckled, although he didn't speak, but the pride on his face was clearly expressed, obviously disdainful of these two martial arts.

"Forget it." Qin Menglan shook her head slightly, suddenly half-squatted, and her hands slammed on the ground.

With her as the center, a purple shimmer appeared on the ground, and looking down from the sky, a circle with a radius of 10 meters could be seen.

Trap type range skills!

The moment the formation appeared, purple thunder light poured out from the ground and wrapped around the thirteen.

Thirteen's face changed slightly, his body sank without saying a word, and he felt a burst of pain attack.

If he has a health bar, he can see that the health bar is constantly -1, -1, -1, -1, -1, and the damage is not high, but it is enough to accumulate enough to favor the balance of victory.

The point is that this kind of damage is directly applied to the body, and there is quite an invisible force that constantly hits the body.

There is no other way but passive resistance.

Thirteen continued to run his true qi, and the pain in his body gradually disappeared, and he was about to step towards Qin Menglan.

It doesn't matter which of her real bodies is, if you want to kill one, you can talk about it.

The distance from the area of influence when he retreated was not a meter different from the distance from the one who deceived himself and killed Qin Menglan.

When Thirteen took a step, the purple thunder light on his body suddenly increased, flickering in large quantities, and the damage did not increase, but the heavy pressure made his movements sluggish.

The effect is only stronger than Dong Yuan's retardation technique.

Qin Menglan smiled, reached out to his waist, pulled out a pistol, and aimed it at the thirteenth who was immobile.

As a modern person, of course, we must learn to make use of modern thermal weapons.

It's not a mission world, and you can't carry firearms.

Martial arts, what martial arts?

Is it bad to use a gun?

Said the Cryptic Whisperer

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