With a soul-tearing roar, the sword disappeared in a flash in the air, and when it appeared, it was already above Thirteen Lang's head, and he slashed lightly.

The surrounding scenery has not changed, but the line of sight seems to be turned, and it looks like the light has been sucked in the opposite direction, and together with the heat in the body, it pours into the black hole-like knife light in all directions. Mai Shaofei blinked suddenly, and the white eyebrows on the left fluttered down, as if they had been broken by a filament. Yamu's body swooped forward in mid-air, and the Holy Son's robe somehow cracked, revealing his bony chest.

Where the sword passed, a black belt lay across the air, like a bridge of souls, guiding or attracting the person at the end.

"Lu Mo!" Mai Shaofei roared.

"It's over!" Yaki closed his eyes in horror.

The cheers were like thunder, Lu Mo shook slightly, and a trace of clarity suddenly flashed in his eyes with murderous intent, and he regretted it. The biggest purpose of this trip has not yet been explained, if Thirteen Lang dies under this knife, it is likely to cause immeasurable serious consequences, and Lu Mo is responsible.

It didn't work, the knife had been issued, and Lu Mo couldn't take it back, let alone stop it. The great saints only hoped that Yu Shisanlang would wake up in time, and not seek to break the knife, but at least block it

In the line of sight, under the sword, Shisanlang's eyes were bright, and his raised right hand was like a twisted leaf pinching a branch, and he grabbed it lightly at will.

The expression of its movements, and the softness of its fingers, fell into the eyes of everyone, as if it were not to welcome the thunderbolt, but to find a drop of dew on the petals of a flower, and to wipe it away as carefully as it was afraid of disturbing the fairy in the flower and ruffling its sleeping hair.

The hissing stopped. The brilliant sword froze in the air, resting in five fingers. There was a ring of light purple and a silvery white film around it.

Quiet, bright. Bright!

The pitch-black sword was no longer vicious, and there was no trace of fierceness. It was as if a little demon had come from another world, and when he wanted to commit murder, he suddenly smelled a trace of extreme tenderness and prostrate himself, and like a hungry tiger, he crossed the hill and pounced on the blood food, only to find himself rushing towards a awakened evil dragon, and he froze in place, not knowing what to do.

The sword was still, but Thirteen Lang's body couldn't be still. Pedaling and stepping back seven steps in a row, seven footprints several inches deep under his feet, the bluestone around the footprints was soft and black.

Taking a step back, the tail finger bounced off the sword, and after another step, the ring finger trembled and was difficult to stay, and in the third step, the tip of the middle finger of the thirteen lang bloomed a little red, and the surroundings were as white as paper.

But it was not bounced off again.

"Good knives!"

"Remarkable. ”

"It's boring. ”

One step at a time. One step at a time, zuihou sighed heartily.

A good knife is praised for a knife, and a great praise is for people, which is not interesting to refer to this competition. It's not fair, it's not cool enough, it's not as strong as you think.

Dao Mang is not Lu Mo's strongest. But don't forget, Thirteen Lang has two hands. Ten fingers.

"Poof!", Lu Mo opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood. His face was full of bitterness and disbelief, and he struggled to clench his fists.

"Admire. ”

It's not terrible for the sword to be taken away, what is terrible is that there is a layer of membrane on it, which contains a breath that makes Lu Mo's liver and courage exhausted, and the connection between it and the sword is severed, and then the inner mansion is severely defeated.

"Don't admire me, you have suffered too much with this knife. ”

Thirteen Lang's attention was still on the sword, his eyes were focused and even a little obsessed, and he said sincerely: "Great, I can't do this." ”

Lu Mo said angrily: "Brother Xiao is laughing at Lu again?"

Thirteen Lang was slightly flustered and said, "Why do you say that?"

Lu Mo said angrily, Yamu and Mai Shaofei next to him rushed up to solve the siege, and praised Mr. Eight Fingers for his amazing powers, since the competition has a result, it is better for the two sides to continue to discuss major matters, don't hurt the harmony.

"I'm invincible, it's true. ”

Thirteen Lang shook his head again and again, pinched his sword and said to Mai Shaofei: "They don't understand, you should understand." ”

When such words came out, even Lu Mo couldn't help but wonder, secretly thinking that there was really something boring? Weishenme We don't understand, but Mai Shaofei, who is the worst in cultivation, can understand?

Mai Shaofei had a fever on his face, his expression was more bitter than eating Coptis chinensis, and he said astringently: "Don't make fun of it, I can only feel that it is a flame, as if"

"What is it?" Thirteen Lang refused to let him go, and asked seriously, "Think about it, it's good for you." ”

"I also know, but" Mai Shaofei really wants to say that you are not embarrassed, I want to help me have 10,000 methods, the most unfortunate can be used a few more times to allow me to feel well, why humiliate in public.

He was wrong. Previously, the will contained in the golden crow contained in a trace of flames was stimulated, and Thirteen Lang was just a flash of inspiration, and if he wanted to use it, he would either rely on chance, or he would need to wait until the day when he really mastered it.

"Sit still and take a break. ”

Shisanlang patted Mai Shaofei on the shoulder and pressed him on the chair, turned around and said, "You have beaten, now it is my turn." ”

"Ahh

Yamu screamed, thinking if he couldn't do this, if he won, he would have to kill someone. At this moment, Lu Mo is obviously injured, is it interesting to fall into the well.

Fighting side by side with Shisanlang many times, the Demon Soul Saint Son knows best how ruthless he is. Lu Mo may not exert his full strength for one reason or another, but Thirteen Lang will not. Past experience has taught Yaki that every time Thirteen Lang makes a move, he takes his life, and there has never been an exception.

Holding Thirteen Lang's hand, Yamu had a flattering expression on his face, and said, "Since the young master has won, cough cough, pay attention to your demeanor"

"Manners, how much is manners worth?"

Shisanlang thought it was funny, slapped Yamu's hand away and said, "When have you ever seen or heard that I would fight back after being beaten?"

With a pun, the little ant issued a warning, no matter what kind of behemoth you face, if you hit me, you will be killed, otherwise you are destined to suffer a counterattack.

Lu Mo took a step forward and said, "Yamu retreats, Lu is willing to take Brother Xiao's punch." ”

Yamu thought to himself, you are a fool, do you really think you are smart? If you really do it, Mu Ye can play you to death, let alone him.

Shisanlang said indifferently: "It's not willing, it's supposed to be." There are always people in the world who think they are privileged. I can't try to say two kind words, thinking that this will smooth everything out; This is a favor to the other party. The Demon Palace has been in the palace for a long time, and the Holy Son has been in it for a long time. You have forgotten where you came from and what you have gone through to get to where you are today. ”

Yamu was speechless, hating himself for being troubled and not pleasing on both sides. Lu Mo knew that his lips and tongue were too far apart, so he simply closed his mouth.

Thirteen Lang turned around, looked at Lu Mo and said, "A person can press an ant to death with one finger, but if he can't press it, he must be prepared to be bitten by it and itch for a few days." Have a pimple or something. ”

Lu Mo couldn't help but respond to this sentence, and said sarcastically: "Brother Xiao is threatening the Demon Palace?"

"No, I'm talking about fairness. ”

In a soft but undeniable tone, Thirteen Lang said: "I take the knife, you take the fist, and fairness must be fair to the end." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Lu Mo to answer, Thirteen Lang raised his hand and punched from afar, directly taking blood and killing the Holy Son's chest.

"Again. I haven't won yet. ”

Yamu was overjoyed in his heart, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, the young master is a fart if he wins!"

The fist was fierce and brought out a silver light jumping electric ball, everyone knew that the thirteen Lang Dharma body double cultivation. I can't say anything about it. However, I didn't know Weishenme, just as Lu Mo was waiting intently, ready to use his magic power to resist. Somehow, the silver ball exploded, emitting a cloud of crimson light.

A feeling of palpitations came suddenly. Yamu shuddered as he spoke, and Mai Shaofei opened his eyes violently.

And so they are. One can imagine what will happen to Lu Mo, who is shrouded in red rays, the eyes of the Blood Killing Holy Son suddenly widened, the brilliance on his body seemed to flicker and extinguish, and the raised hand stiffened in the air, and he lost his mind for a while!

Lost his mind while fighting Thirteen?

"Peng!"

As Lu Mo fell to the ground with a muffled snort, the Demon Soul Holy Son understood that the narrow-minded Thirteenth Young Master had finally made a ghost and sandwiched his yin hand in that punch.

"Don't worry, I won't kill him. Thirteen Lang said lightly

"What kind of supernatural power is that?"

"It's not much use to scare people. ”

"What now?"

"You can do what you want, Yamu will take him to heal, if Shaofei is fine, come with me. ”

After the tribe finished Yamu, Thirteen Lang led Mai Shaofei out of the door, without any specific purpose, wandering around the streets of Randance City at will, looking at the people around him, tasting the peace and joy, his expression gradually warmed up.

Cultivators often say that Hongchen is gone, and Shisanlang feels that on the contrary, Hongchen is the most sorrowful, and he is happy as he walks, and asks with a smile: "Are you happy to reunite with old friends?"

Mai Shaofei was still restrained, and said: "It's not that we came with a mission, and the matter hasn't been discussed yet."

Thirteen Lang sighed in his heart and said, "It's just right, I also have something to ask you." ”

"But"

"Are you different from me? Without Zhang Butcher, it would be difficult to eat hairy pigs. ”

"What do you want to ask?"

"You speak first. ”

"That's right, Han Han came back with the news, forget it, let's start from the beginning. ”

Things are not complicated, since the departure of Thirteen Lang, after several years of hard fighting, the Quadripartite Alliance gradually gained the upper hand with its local advantages, and the two clans of Luosang Huoyan were defeated one after another, and Zuihou entered the realm of the green wolf. Originally, it was thought that the Demon Spirit Continent would subside the war since then, but everyone did not expect that the Puri tribe would finally win the victory in the Blue Wolf Clan and have completely controlled the Blue Wolf Holy Land. After the defeated troops of the Luosang and Huoyan clans joined, they somehow reached a tacit agreement with Puri and formed another four-party alliance with the green wolf, and then formed a stalemate and continued to fight.

In the past ten years, the two alliances have been in a series of wars, indistinguishable winners and losers, and the losses have been extremely heavy. At this time, the long-disappeared Heavenly Wolf Holy Maiden coincidentally rescued a captured spiritual cultivator, and then sent back the news that as long as Xiao Shisanlang was found, he might be able to start from the Wild Continent behind the Green Wolf and join forces with the Troll Clan, who also came from the Four Star Domains, to attack the Green Wolf Clan on both sides.

Needless to say, although he didn't understand what the magical Thirteenth Young Master had done, the Four-Party Alliance still sent a large number of people to cover the green wolf, reach the Surabaya River and enter the wilderness realm, trying to find the Thirteen Lang.

Needless to say, even the shadow of Thirteen Lang could not be found until the Tide Gate opened again, and after the two realms of spirit and demon got in touch with the Demon Spirit Continent, the demon cultivator knew that the thirteenth young master had actually arrived in the demon domain, and the demon palace did not know what to do.

As soon as the words were spoken, it was clear that Thirteen Lang knew why Zhong Hanhan made such a suggestion, and said in a deep voice: "I have to ask about this matter first, and it may not be successful." ”

Mai Shaofei understood, didn't ask much, and said repeatedly: "That's good, that's good, it's best to succeed." ”

Shisanro agreed and said, "I know the severity, try your best." ”

Whether Meishuai can help or not, Thirteen Lang is not sure, so he can only try his best, and after thinking about it, he asked, "What else is going on?"

Mai Shaofei hesitated a little, and stopped talking several times.

"What the hell?"

"I said, you can't go crazy. ”

Thirteen Lang raised his eyebrows and said, "Bad news?"

Mai Shaofei nodded and said silently: "The Demon Palace thinks it's good news. ”

Thirteen Lang's face was slightly cold, and he vaguely felt something.

"Mister Big has fallen. Mai Shaofei was a little afraid to face his gaze, and looked around blankly as if talking to himself.

"Most of them died after being poisoned. ”

(To be continued......)