The arrows are bright and sharp, whistling like meteors breaking boundaries.

The arrow was sharp, and at high speed, the air did not have time to tear, and a circular ripple appeared at the front end, and the electric light kept jumping and crackling.

Everywhere he went, the tentacles as thick as the Floating Demon Water Tank were like a broken broom that was constantly spurting blood, twisting and bouncing and retreating in panic, as if being pushed.

In an instant, the arrow blade broke through the body, and the sound of vibrating strings began to be heard, drowning in two consecutive explosions.

"Whew!"

After being hit hard, the demon could not contain the severe pain and distress, and howled angrily. Whether it is a demon beast or a spirit, its strength essentially comes from the body, at this time, the floating demon is less than one in size compared to the heyday, although it is not possible to calculate how much its strength has been reduced according to this, but it is certain that it has lost the qualification to squander, and every inch should be cherished.

If it is inevitable that he will be injured in the battle with several avatars before, the floating demon can still accept it in his heart. In the face of a low-level monk who had not even arrived, not only was the opponent unharmed, but he was hit three times in a row and was cut down alive

One toe.

One toe and one snake, weishenme without a leg, does it allow the floating demon to use the attitude of dealing with the mighty team Thirteen Lang?

The injury to one toe was not enough to terrify the Floater, but the humiliation stuck in its throat like a mountain, making it breathless, unable to roar, and unable to swallow the breath.

The floating demon is furious, the head is furious, the anger rises from the heart, rushes to the top of the door, destroys the mind, and there is no possibility of suppression.

"Thunderbolt, Leaping Star!"

Furious to the extreme, the big head and the floating demon became in unison, and the master and slave re-entered the spiritual realm and acted together.

The thunder light that had just been bred was all forced out of the body, and a series of continuous arcs of electric arcs weaved a six-pointed star array out of thin air, and a phantom image popped out like a projection.

The distance of three thousand meters is across, and the big head is like a pinball thrown by the hand of a giant, appearing directly behind Shisanlang, with one palm like a hook, flying in the air. The big head shot for the first time. To be exact. It was the first time it had broken away from the Floating Demon and struck alone.

The five fingers are like a mountain and a prison, and they will lock the surrounding space in an instant; for the god-level power, this is an extremely ordinary supernatural power; for a monk who has not reached the Yuan Infant, this most ordinary supernatural power is tantamount to the mighty of the sky, which cannot be resisted or avoided at all.

couldn't dodge, so Thirteen Lang just dodged.

It's the same electric jump. It was also a hurricane howling, and a layer of silver instantly appeared on Shisanlang's body, his face was red and bloody, and the bloodshot roots in his eyes jumped, as if he was about to jump out of his eye sockets. Its body suddenly changed from forward to stationary, and then shot like a sharp arrow.

Back. Head to the big head.

"Counterattack?" the big head was stunned, unable to believe his eyes.

It was facing the gaze of Thirteen Lang, and it gave birth to a feeling, not only did the other party not have the slightest fear, but also put on a posture of wanting to tear himself apart, pulling away Jiashi to counterattack.

"Arrogance, audacity, presumptuousness, sin, huh?"

Wrong, wrong, wrong, where is the thirteen lang who rushed out of the confinement and encirclement to counterattack, and in the blink of an eye, the thirteen lang almost wiped the body of the big head. Fight the Floater again.

That moment. The big head felt that he could feel the other person's body temperature, and could even hear the rustle of clothes against his body.

"You're damned!" the big head only felt that someone was slapping him in the face. The fire burned, and the shouts were not as loud as they had just been.

It's a shame, it's a shame. It's like an adult strong man facing a child, and he sneaks behind him without saying anything, and shoots a water gun in the face.

What a shame!

"Roar!"

The roar of the floating demon came from behind him, his big head was slightly cold, and he hurriedly turned around while grabbing his backhand.

Tearing eyes!

Thirteen Lang's speed was incredible, like a blood-colored lightning rushing into the body of the floating demon, and he reached out and lifted it lightly.

"One step, one step!

It saw the most unlikely thing to happen, what it was most afraid of, and what it had been guarding against: Thirteen Lang "caught" Ding Dong.

"Three habitats!" Thirteen Lang shouted.

"Three lives wish you, three habitats, open!" The sound of jingle bell sounded at this time.

Shen Hui is in full bloom, his brain is slightly sluggish, his floating demon movements are slightly sluggish, his spirit is in a trance, and seven or eight tentacles are dancing wildly, and he is no more than a foot away from Thirteen Lang.

"Despicable"

Until this time, the big head was extremely sad to find that it was actually still transmitting mana for the divine envoy, and the power of the Three Habitats had also been increased, enough to affect itself.

Clank spat out a mouthful of blood, and the spots on his face faded in an instant, almost completely disappearing. The two techniques were performed at the same time, and almost once the divine power was exhausted, she could no longer hold on.

"The big head has a spiritual connection with me, which does not affect life and death, but it cannot be cut off. There was no greeting, there was no time to shed tears, and the pale face was instantly delighted, and the jingle rushed to say the most critical words.

"Kill it, and everything will be over. Thirteen Lang's cold voice responded, listening to Jingle Bell's ears so gentle, so safe.

The next moment, the jingle was gone

Theoretically speaking, no matter how much Thirteen Lang's strength is increased by a hundred times, he can't help the floating demon and the big head, the reason is very simple, Ding Dong is in its hands.

The oracle will definitely try to fuse the other party, rather than abandon or kill it, in other words, if the big head really encounters an intractable crisis, he can threaten Thirteen Lang with his life, and he can still get out of the way.

This matter cannot be faked, there is no possibility of acting and deception, and taking a step back, it is impossible for Shisanro to treat Dingdong's life as a bargaining chip, let alone negotiate with the floating demon.

There is only one way, to snatch the jingle back first.

To snatch back Jingle Bell from the big floating demon and the big head, where is it difficult, it is simply ascending to the sky. If you want to create an opportunity to send you to death, you have to escape from behind the demons.

When the head is ornamented, when the float is the stadium?

To be honest, Jusan Lang didn't think about it before Jihua lured the Floating Demon into the battlefield, he preferred to fight in a chaotic manner, and when Jihua was fully engaged and everyone launched a siege on the Floating Demon, he looked for an opportunity to move. However, when the big head cast a projection and the body flew out from behind the floating demon, Thirteen Lang had a flash of inspiration and immediately changed Jihua to grab food from the tiger's mouth.

The key to this lies in the jingle reaction.

The floating will definitely attack, and Thirteen Lang will definitely not be able to stop it, and he will not dare to spend time to block it, so he can only let it pause before he can win the opportunity.

The formula is useless, the gap between the god and the knot is definitely not "strong body" can be made up, Thirteen Lang dares to use it, it is destined to be hit hard by the backlash, and it is possible that the soul will be scattered.

Since learning that the power of the clankling magic has increased greatly, Jusan Lang has deduced countless possibilities, and Zuihou has all pointed to the floating demon, or the demon behind him now knows that it is called a monster with a big head. He planned in his heart, when to remind Ding Dong to fight back is the most appropriate, whether Ding Dong can be used or not, in the end, he can only be half to half, and there is no absolute certainty.

If you can save Ding Dong in advance, whether it is killing the enemy or attracting monsters, you will undoubtedly occupy the absolute first; half a chance, enough.

The fact is that Thirteen Lang succeeded, and it also means that there is no possibility of turning between him and the big head, and he will not die.

Death is endless!

Recapturing Jingle Bell, Thirteen Lang plunged headlong into the air, and his urgency seemed to drill a hole in the earth. The red mangs were like lightning, and the nine tentacles behind him waved in unison, and the floating demon's figure fell sharply.

The divine envoy was snatched from behind it, and the demon was ashamed and frightened, and he put away his previous careless attitude and went all out.

"Thunderbolt, kill!"

The big head is more angry than the floating demon, forcibly squeezing out a trace of thunder power in the floating demon's body, and with a backhand palm, the demon guard who is exhausted and still does not forget to obstruct it shoots out a blood line, and the body flies back like a catapult, and then draws a big arc in the air, intercepting it in the air.

Before leaving, the demon guard was given a death order by Mei Shuai, even if he died, he had to promise to bring Thirteen Lang back. It's a pity that it has empty ambition but no power, not only is the gap in cultivation like a moat, but it is also running wildly for tens of thousands of miles in the wind, how can it compete head-on with the big head.

With a wail, the demon guard flew out more than 100 zhang and was injured with a single blow. This is still the big head is in a hurry to pursue Thirteen Lang, otherwise, this blow will kill it.

Ding Dong was snatched away, and the big head had no extra thoughts, either to take down the Thirteen Lang to get a complete divine envoy, or drag the remnants of the body empty-handed, and simply return to Surabaya to rebuild.

At this time, it had already seen that the divine power used by Thirteen Lang was different from that of Lu Laowei, not only did it need to consume essence blood, but the ability to melt the void was not too strong, and compared with other magical powers that burned essence blood to speed up, it was just faster. However, it is certain that the essence of the monk is limited, and there is no reason for uncontrolled use, and its effect is also time-limited, and it cannot last long.

It doesn't matter if there is no divine envoy, the big head no longer has the feeling of being tied to his hands and feet before, and his body is like a meteor in his hands, and he is also going all out.

It overhears the conversation between Thirteen Lang and the one who is set, "Kill it, and everything will be over." "It's like a knife stabbed in the head and refuses to pull it out, so I have to be angry, not manic, not crazy.

The two gods went all out to deal with a monk who was a monk, and it was rumored that people would laugh and lose their big teeth, but this was the case, the hurricane and thunder were roaring and surging in all directions, and the power of heaven and earth was gathering in all directions towards the center, which was the only sign that the gods could fight.

The air around him seemed to freeze, and as he galloped, Shisanro looked down at the gray earth below, feeling the pressure of the mountains behind him, and turned his body slightly.

The five palm lines fell into the void, covered by a huge shadow, like the sky.

"I'm going to see where you're going!"

Ten to nine steady, no, ten to ten steady blows, Thirteen Lang actually dodged again successfully. With a flutter of wings, the figure of Thirteen Lang disappeared, and there was a contemptuous smile before him, and he raised his hand at the same time.

The big head held a handful of air, stared blankly, and shook his head vigorously.

It saw Thirteen Lang's expression, saw his movements clearly, and saw his determination.

Wipe your throat!

(To be continued......)