The moment he saw the Mir from afar, Jusan Lang could barely believe his eyes.

There are no conchs, no seventh-level giant lice, just with those low-level giant lice, can a team consisting of three powerful and two-headed ancient demon beasts and an invincible warship be like this?

Yes, there were a lot of them, and the Mir kept rushing forward instead of fleeing, but the question was how could they need to flee? The order given by Jusan Lang before leaving was not to flee at all, but to kill them all!

Look at those few people, all of them are embarrassed and nervous, and the big gray is so injured that they can't stand up? Look at Tianxin, his body has been forced to shrink to the smallest, and his eyes are almost blind. And the Mir, which is about to sink?

Although Shisanlang added a lot of material to the Mir, as long as the bottom shell was not filled with too much water and too much weight, it still could not sink. Based on the current situation, the hull of the ship, which is known as the palace, is probably occupied by giant lice!

What the hell is going on? Could it be that some unknown sea beast has attacked before, more powerful than the conch I encountered?

Looking closely, Thirteen Lang Leng didn't see a decent opponent, his heart went from doubtful to a little settled, and then it was difficult to suppress his anger, so he opened his mouth and asked: "What's going on, how did you get like this?"

"Young master, young master, young master, you can be counted as back, brother."

Poor Da Gray was dizzy, his brain had fallen into chaos, and after careful identification, he confirmed that he was not hallucinating, and immediately tore his throat and cried, his voice was sad and his expression was sad. The heart of stone will also be moved.

"What are you crying about, what is going on?"

Blood Gun Returns. Facing the attack of giant lice, Shisanro boarded the ship with the Spear King. But it didn't give Big Ash a good face. It's not that he is not tolerant enough, but at this moment, Shisanlang saw some problems from the battle of several people, and he was slightly angry in his heart.

"That's it" Da Ash was frightened, didn't dare to complain, and began to tell with a wilted head.

The more Thirteen Lang listened, the more ugly his face became, not only did he not take over to help a few tired overhauls, but when he heard half of it, he couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly raised his hand to hold the hand of the gun king.

"Don't help, let them fight. ”

The Gun King was stunned. I thought to myself, I didn't help, it's hard to put the gun away, the current situation

"Put away the guns and let the three of them fight. ”

Thirteen Lang really meant this, pointing at several tired overhauls one by one, and scolded.

"You, you, you, and you. It's all rubbish!"

It is difficult to have any specific standards for the combat effectiveness of monks, at least not digitally, because the battle itself is not a matter of prediction or accurate judgment, and the opponent, environment, state, and restraint relationship will all affect the outcome. If you have to talk about it. Still can only be in accordance with explosiveness, lethality, staying power. Mental power, willpower these aspects to measure.

Sounds like a bit of a joke. It's even a bit like playing a game, however in some extreme cases. It is true that it can be measured according to the mode of fighting monsters, such as now.

The number of giant lice is endless, and there are only a few ways of attacking back and forth, but is it not a living target for practicing tactics? If Mir is always in its heyday, it will be completely unscathed. In other words, this is a protracted war, a war of attrition, not about absolute destruction, but about persistence and will.

Three people and two beasts, the killing and injury are absolutely superior, the will is tenacious, and the rest is only endurance, which is called mana for monks, and the mental exertion that must be paid for a long time of fighting.

The reason why the Mir is in danger is very simple, as soon as the three monks come up, they are full of firepower, trying to inflict maximum damage on the giant lice, or in order to carry out the order of the thirteen langs: to kill them all.

The problem then arises, the strongest kill means the maximum consumption, and the maximum consumption means that it is difficult to last, not only for them, but for everyone.

For example, Thirteen Lang didn't bear much counterattack when he killed the conch, but because the process was too long and the force was too strong, he almost exhausted himself. On the way back, Shisanlang basically didn't make a move, in order to recover his vitality and relax his spirit that had been tense.

The situation of the three monks is similar, rushing all the way to kill and having fun, killing and killing and finding that something is wrong, not only is the mana replenishment gradually unable to keep up, and then because the Mir is in danger of sinking, he has to shrink back to defend and assist the two demon beasts, and the situation is getting tighter and tighter.

It is important to know that the Mir maintains a high-speed forward rush while fighting, in other words, the monitor lice accumulated in the front are constantly replenished, and they cannot be killed, and they cannot be killed.

The next thing is very simple, when the big gray desperately wants to burn with his life, Blood Dance returns in time to save the donkey but can't reverse the decline, and the situation is becoming more and more passive.

This is the case in any battle, where one side shows defeat and the other side is bound to have a morale boost. The monster beast of the giant lice has low intelligence, and instinctively feels that the other party is showing a defeated appearance, so how can it not be crazy. Later, the three major monks couldn't find a chance to give themselves a respite, so they could only grit their teeth and struggle to support it, turning into a pill against the consumption of quantity.

More serious problems followed, and they miscalculated the mental toll of this hardship and frustration, which in turn led to extremely severe mental exhaustion. It sounds incredible, worthless to put it bluntly, the more you win, the more you lose, the more boring it becomes, not only for mortals, but also for monks.

It should be mentioned that for the monks, the attrition of fighting with all their might is not at all the same as fighting guerrilla slowly. For example, the king of guns, he has supported himself for more than a month, and the opponents he faces are much stronger than here, relying on taking medicine while fighting and withdrawing, and by the way, he recuperates himself. If the Blood Exchange Dance was in his position, he would probably be able to do it. It's different here, the three monks fought for two hours or two, and the giant lice killed by the king of the gun are probably more than the sum of the kills in a month of the king of guns, and the price they pay is also the sum of the total consumption of the king of guns in a month, or even more.

The same is a bottle of water, one is a thin stream of water for a long time, the other is to put the bottle upright, or even simply smash it to a pulp; compared with the two, the pressure brought by the latter is ten million times greater, and the blow to confidence is particularly serious. to the present. To be honest, the three monks are a little desperate, if there is still Thirteen Lang as hope. If it weren't for the narrowing of the scope of the defense after the three major monks shrank, they would have already broken through each of them at this moment. Turned them into food.

Ridiculous, no? sort of.

Sad, not at all, I deserve it.

When Thirteen Lang returned, the three monks were surprised and relieved, and at the same time they were somewhat ashamed, and they were not even embarrassed to greet him. They could see at a glance how badly the gun king was injured, and since Thirteen Lang was able to bring him back, it showed that the strong enemy he faced was not weaker than here, as a result

Shame on you!

Shame is shame, the three of them never thought of it. After all the hard work to support the rescuers, instead of comforting anyone, Shisanlang scolded him in the most vicious, violent, brutal and unaccustomed way.

"What do you see, dissatisfied?"

No matter how ugly the cold face of the Blood Dance King was, how aggrieved the expression of the Hundred Flowers Fairy was, and how red the old face of the Blue Mountain was, he crashed into the three of them with the most contemptuous gaze, and he said, "Great power. Where are you big? Have big heads or big breasts, wide feet or round buttocks? What do you know and what else can you do besides fame? It's just like to be called powerful. Phew!"

Baihua was about to cry, she felt that Thirteen Lang was deliberate, except for his head and feet. Humiliated purely according to his own appearance, the coarse tone of the words was fierce. The indifference of the attitude and the ruthlessness of the eyes are enough to inspire the people to change.

Blood Dance is unconvinced. While killing the enemy, he said angrily: "You have the ability, you come." ”

Shisanlang sneered and said, "What do you mean? You admit that you can't do it?"

The blood dance was silent, and his hands were swaying non-stop, eager to kill a thousand with one punch.

Thirteen Lang still didn't let go, and shouted like a scoundrel: "Say, why don't you say it? If you don't say it, you will acquiesce, and you must admit it by default."

The giant lice fluttered around him, all the magic circles on the ship had come to a standstill, and most of them were damaged beyond repair, and it was ridiculous that the three great powers had already boarded the ship, and there was no time to replace the magic crystals.

To be honest, you can't blame Thirteen Lang for being so angry. According to his reckoning, the Mir should be safe and sound at the moment, at least a few hundred miles further on, and if he himself was on board and attacked, he might be able to reach the battlefield where the conch was. As a result, it turned out to be like this, not to mention that the two big pets were injured and distressed, and they couldn't afford the loss.

It is important to know that the upheaval is not over yet, and it is difficult to say what other giant monsters will appear. It doesn't matter if there is one conch, but what about the two? What if it is stronger than the other? The Mir has become like this, and the monks have become like this, how should they fight?

Extremely disappointed and worried, the twisting energy in Thirteen Lang's bones completely attacked, and roared like a roar: "If I knew this, why would I go to great lengths to gather you together, just rely on"

"Ahem, that gentleman waits, waits. ”

Lan Shan really couldn't listen to it, seeing that Baihua was ashamed and indignant, the Blood Dance King only competed with himself, and said helplessly: "Hurry up and think of a way, find a way out, okay?"

Thirteen Lang turned his head to look at him, his indifferent gaze seemed to pierce his heart, and said sarcastically, "Find a way out?"

"This" Lan Shan wanted to say what else can you do if you don't run now? Don't think that the old man can't see it, and you're too tired to do it.

"Fools, it wouldn't have been you"

"Ahem, let's put this one out for now. ”

Relying on the promise he made before, the gun king stepped forward and said: "This Taoist friend's words make sense, it is important to kill the enemy now, deal with them first and then talk about it." ”

Find a way out and solve it, Thirteen Lang obviously loves the latter more, nodding frequently when he heard the words, and said with relief: "There can be regarded as a competitive person, keep it, don't learn from them." ”

The blood dance was so angry that it trembled, the blue mountains were unspeakable, Baihua was obviously relieved, and the autumn-like eyes began to turn again, waiting for the miracle to happen.

Ignoring them, Shisanlang raised his hand and pointed to the big bare and flesh-stained flag in the center, and shouted, "Now listen, all three of you come here and stand back to back." ”

Glancing at the more aggressive group of lice around him, the corners of Thirteen Lang's lips were slightly raised, and a cold smile appeared that only death can have, and his gaze returned to tranquility.

"Whoever dares to touch me will want you to cut off your children and grandchildren. ”

(To be continued......)