Yue Thirteen's eyes were solemn, but he was not afraid.

What if someone comes even if he is a congenital master? If he goes all out, he has the confidence to fight with him.

Even, he has some eagerness to try.

I want to test my current strength.

So, he walked out of Xue Xiaotong's room and quietly closed the door.

All around, the zombies crawling out of the cracks screamed and pounced on him.

But after they all came within 131 meters of the moon, their heads exploded and they died on the spot.

In this regard, Yue Thirteen turned a deaf ear and just focused all his attention on the door.

"Squeak...!"

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door, and it was pushed open.

Bang!

Without any words, Yue Thirteen rushed forward directly.

The inner aura in the whole body was mobilized by the breathing method at this moment, like a blowout explosion.

Rumble!!

Yue Shi threw a punch with all his might, through the gate, and slammed into the head of the person outside the door.

The door panel of the gate was instantly pierced, and Yue Thirteen's fist pierced through the door panel and rushed towards the person outside the door.

But alas, the people outside the door were prepared.

Not only did he avoid his sharp punch.

And at this moment, a very strong spiritual power fluctuation erupted, shattering the door panel.

The wooden door shattered into pieces and flew down like scattered snowflakes.

In the sight of Yue Thirteen, a fat man with pigtails appeared.

This person is the gold medal killer of the Dark Alliance, codename: "Mountain Ghost", and his cultivation is in the early stage of congenital development.

At this time, he smirked and stabbed the scimitar in his hand into the abdomen of Moon Thirteen.

In this regard, the corners of Yue Thirteen's mouth suddenly raised.

This made the mountain ghost full of puzzlement.

But then, he suddenly discovered that in the palm of Yue Thirteen, there was an inner spiritual power that had been frantically compressed.

At this time, there was a bang.

Like a modern grenade, it is very lethal.

If it weren't for the mountain ghost who opened the spiritual power shield at the critical moment, it was very likely that he would be suddenly killed by the blow of Yue Thirteen.

But even with the spiritual shield, he was injured by the strong shockwave, and his left ear was bleeding, and his mind was full of roaring sounds.

And Yue Thirteen was stabbed by his scimitar, and although he had a spiritual shield and a body that resisted beating, he was still stabbed with a wound about ten centimeters deep.

However, as a martial cultivator, Yue 13 has a strong physical body, and he is more able to bear physical injuries.

So. This does not affect much of his subsequent combat effectiveness.

The mountain ghost is different, he is injured in the head.

At this time, he was shocked, and subconsciously withdrew his knife.

And Yue Thirteen, seizing this opportunity, instantly deceived himself, and the golden fist mark blasted towards him like a rainstorm pear blossom.

"How so...?"

The mountain ghost let out a hoarse exclamation.

I was shocked by the arrogance of the thirteenth month.

"Damn, this power is not as good as even ordinary innate masters!"

He scolded.

At the same time, the secret path is misguided.

was disrupted by the spiritual power of Yue Thirteen's move, and he fell behind at this time.

The golden fist print collided with the scimitar, but there was a metallic clanging sound.

This made the mountain ghost's heart shake.

There has never been such a fierce person who has used his physical body to fight against the spirit soldiers, and he has not fallen behind.

"Is it a master of horizontal refining?"

After more than a dozen moves with the thirteenth of the month. An idea was born in the mountain ghost's heart.

This teenager is simply a strong pervert, like a humanoid tyrannosaurus.

Hit him with pressure.

You know, he is in the early stage of congenital, although he has just entered the congenital not long ago, but because he has a spirit soldier in his hand, he has the inheritance of ghost methods in the vein of mountain ghosts.

Even when he encounters an ordinary mid-innate master, he has the power to fight.

But now, he was pressed and beaten by a quenching five-fold mid-level imp.

This made him very aggrieved.

So, he roared angrily: "Boy, you forced me!"

Then, he did not hesitate to use secret techniques to reverse the trend.

In this regard, Yue Thirteen didn't say a word, but the momentum of his whole body became more and more vigorous.

Using the breathing method, most of the inner aura in the body is instantly gathered in the heart of the fist, and it explodes instantly.

And the mountain ghost also performed a secret technique, and the scimitar turned completely blood-red.

Immediately, the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls sounded all around, as if there were countless unjust souls screaming, with a palpitating aura.

"Boy, let you taste my Blood Soul Knife!"

The mountain ghost has a hideous face and cuts it down with a knife.

There was a sudden gust of wind all around.

A terrible cry suddenly sounded in Yue Thirteen's ears, and many white shadows like ghosts appeared around him.

This Blood Soul Knife is capable of influencing people's minds.

"Boom!"

With a bang, Yue Thirteen directly condensed a large number of fist seals of inner spiritual energy to break the law with force.

Collide with the blade of the mountain ghost.

In an instant, with the two of them as the center, the dust flew away.

The huge anti-shock force shook the figure of Yue Thirteen violently.

Compared to the innate level masters, he is still a little lacking.

On the other side, after seeing this scene, a smile appeared on the mountain ghost's face.

On the other hand, he estimated in his heart that he had to make a big hole for this knife just now.

So, he took advantage of the victory and pursued.

However, when he chased close to the thirteenth of the month, he was suddenly startled.

Yue Thirteen was unscathed, and was not injured by his blow.

"How is that possible?"

He exclaimed.

At the same time, Yue Thirteen's hind legs suddenly straightened violently and stabilized his body.

"It seems that if I don't use all my strength, the master of the innate level is still not something I can shake!"

Moon Thirteen whispered.

In order to test his own combat power, his battle with the mountain ghost has always been broken by brute force.

The result is a slight loss to the other side.

And now, the brute force test is over, and it's time to test his real combat power.

So, in an instant, on the thirteenth day of the month, a blazing spiritual storm ignited on his body, converging into armor.

When the skin refining is complete, when the qi armor is cast, the thirteenth month has a feeling that the strength exceeds the peak of the day after tomorrow, and he can fight with the innate powerhouse.

And now, after refining the bone at the middle level, the qi armor is also more powerful, and it is fully opened at this time.

In terms of momentum, it stabilized the mountain ghosts in the early stage of the congenital stage.

Seeing this, the mountain ghost's complexion fell into an unprecedented solemnity.

Because, from the thirteenth month of the month, he actually felt the threat of death.

A martial cultivator in the middle of the five-fold quenching body made him, an early stage immortal cultivator, feel threatened with death.

I'm afraid that if you say this, you will be scolded as crazy.

But at the moment, the feeling is still strong.

"Do you want to escape?"

Suddenly, an idea came to him that even he felt absurd.

The dignified innate monk was actually frightened away by a five-fold martial cultivator.

It's a big joke when this gets out.

Moreover, if he really escaped, the killer organization he belonged to, and the mercenary behind him, I am afraid that he would not be allowed to do it again.

So, in the end, he gritted his teeth.

said ruthlessly: "Forget it, just take over a loss-making deal, and the best Yin Soul that you just got today will be used against you!"

As he spoke, he recited a strange incantation, like some kind of summoning technique, and the scimitar in his hand began to tremble slightly.

Streams of black gas emerged from it, replacing the previous color of blood.

"Boy, you're cheap, die under my best ghost!"

He let out a strange scream, wrapped in ghostly energy, and rushed towards the thirteenth of the moon.