The sky was clear, the field was blank, and white figures streaked through the air, casting a shadow on the ground that was not heavy, and lay straight ahead. It looks like a pair of scissors, trying to cut a cotton blanket that covers the earth, and like a brush dipped in water, although there is no trace, there are sharp strokes, sending a warning.

But ignored!

A slick light followed, stretching the dotted line precisely, following the remnants of the breath, and adding a touch of rage, disdain and greed to the sharpness.

If this line is solid, one may be able to find that there is not a trace of deviation between the two trajectories before and after, and the two rays of light seem to be closely connected by an invisible force, inseparable from each other.

Further back, there is a phantom figure panning, rippling, illusory, like something that cannot be seen. What's even more surprising is that the earth is everywhere in winter, and the earth is white without any overlapping and hidden places, but the phantom shadow does not leave even a trace of haze on the ground, as if it is a wisp of wind, without substance.

Several wandering demon wolves became vigilant, and they were keenly aware of the successive terrifying auras from far to near, from near to far, and finally disappeared into the distance. They can't figure out what's going on, they can't tell the difference between reality and fiction, they can't find a direction where they feel safe, and they can't run away from it.

The hairs on their heads and necks stood on end, sniffing and watching uneasily, and roaring warning of unknown dangers, but their voices were timid and panicked, and they spread. The howl of the whimpering wolf echoed across the field, and slowly, the whole wasteland fell into panic.

A few flying crows were wailing, because of hunger, and because of the blood in the air that reminded them that another drama of life was about to be staged.

One after the other, the pursuers gradually became restless.

The speed of Thirteen Lang greatly exceeded his judgment, and he repeatedly increased his speed, and the distance between him and Thirteen Lang gradually narrowed, but he was never able to catch up. At first, although he was surprised, he was still able to move forward slowly, but as time went on, the man gradually became suspicious and a little uneasy.

This is an ugly and strong man with a strange figure. His hands and feet were very different from ordinary people, as if they were an extra cut out of thin air, and his face was also extremely long, like the face of a horse. What's even more speechless is that his eyes seem to be on his face, looking weird.

"You can't run away!"

This place is far away from the barren mountains and wilderness, so he has a lot less scruples and can do his best. The ugly man snorted coldly, and his speed increased by three points, as if a streamer was passing by, and he was chasing after him.

Thirteen Lang seemed to notice that the flying sword was shining brightly, and it was actually soaring in a way that did not hesitate to consume the magic weapon body; Seeing the canyon in sight in front of him, his mood became more and more anxious.

"Don't worry, little friend ahead, this seat is just asking you about something, and there is no malice. ”

When the ugly man speaks, the severity of the words and the intersyllabic departure words are different from ordinary people, like a child who has just learned to speak, and there is a sense of breaking; in addition, his voice is extremely strange, sometimes like a tiger howling and a wolf howling, sometimes like a horse neighing and a crow; it sounds like a human voice at all.

It's good not to say this, but once the words are spoken, Thirteen Lang will speed faster, flying away like a frightened rabbit without a moment's pause.

The ugly man's heart was secretly angry, as he felt when people saw him in the past, humiliated and resentful. What he couldn't figure out was that he had done his best to be gentle, but the other party didn't appreciate it at all, how could people bear it.

"Little one, if you run again, don't blame this seat for being ruthless! When I catch you, I'm bound to ......."

Before he could say what he wanted to do to the other party, Thirteen Lang's voice came from afar, full of sarcasm, contempt, and naked humiliation. ...,

"Ugly ghost, don't say it if you can't speak, the master is not afraid of you, he doesn't want to see your face!"

"You...... How do you know I'm in trouble,......"

In a stunned state, the ugly man actually opened his mouth to say a problem that he had no face to face, but fortunately, he reacted in time, realizing that he was hitting himself in the face, his chest rose and fell, and his vertical eyes suddenly turned fierce and thunderous.

In his shame and anger, he felt so aggrieved, and at the same time he was a little puzzled; obviously he didn't feel the other party release his thoughts, let alone look back, how did he know what he looked like? Besides, it's not my fault that I'm ugly, how can I use this as a reason for contempt?

"Judging people by their appearance, you are looking for death!"

With a roar, the ugly man's pursuit became more and more urgent, but now he was close to the mouth of the canyon, and the storm was getting tighter, causing him a lot of inconvenience. I don't know Weishenme, Thirteen Lang is obviously inferior in cultivation, but it seems that he will not be affected by the storm, and his speed has not decreased, but has increased slightly. came and went, no matter how hard the ugly man tried, he always kept a distance of hundreds of meters from him, and he couldn't get closer.

"Ugly ghost, the master is waiting for you in the canyon, where the sight is not good, I am not afraid of being frightened by you. ”

In the midst of anxiety, Thirteen Lang's voice came again, and the words were like knives in his heart, and he said what he was most worried about.

Although he didn't know why, the ugly man could see that there seemed to be some way to reduce the impact of the storm, and it was difficult to say that he could even use it. Once he drilled into the canyon, the ugly man's own strength was great, and he could not have any scruples.

Humiliation and anger, the ugly man roared, and his body changed.

He slumped down his upper body, his hands stretched out like front paws, his head stretched forward like a hammer, and at the same time his waist was pressed down, his shoulders were raised, and the whole person looked like a running wolfdog. Obviously in the air, he looked like a four-legged beast touching the ground, jumping forward. ——～～～

Once he became like this, the speed of the ugly man increased several times, and the "four-legged" stepped on the fire, like a horse walking on the fire. It's just that dressing up in human form is a bit nondescript no matter how you look at it, although it is tyrannical and vicious, it has a kind of absurd meaning.

"What is this?"

Sensing the rapid approach of the aura behind him, Shisanlang subconsciously looked back, and when he saw the ugly man's appearance, even he couldn't help but exclaim, and almost fell to the ground in a big mess.

At that moment, a thought suddenly flashed through his heart, and he almost flew away from it, and his whole body became cold.

"Shapeshifter!"

If he was a humanoid monster, then what was he going to escape?

Fortunately, this thought was only fleeting, and Jusan Lang quickly saw that although the ugly man looked like a shape-shifting beast, his aura was far from being as devastating as it was rumored. He was just a vain appearance, and the coercion he exuded was only slightly stronger than that of the Wind Splitting Beast, and he was not known how many miles away from the transformation form.

Although he did not have the power of the shape-shifting demon beast, his speed was real, and the ugly man walked forward on all fours, and the distance between him and Thirteen Lang narrowed at a visible speed, and ...... Transcend!

When he staggered with Thirteen Lang, the ugly man didn't attack and rushed directly in front of him!

"This ...... What's going on......"

Thirteen Lang was also dumbfounded, he was ready to face the storm, but the other party flew away with a flash of fire. It looked as if he wasn't chasing him, but the nothingness ahead.

"This is some kind of supernatural power, some kind of supernatural power that can't be stopped!"

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Thirteen Lang didn't have time to think too much, and threw out a spear casually, like an oolong towards the figure of the ugly man. He wanted to test it and see if he could pick up a bargain. ...,

When he threw out the spear, Shisanlang secretly sighed, thinking that it was really strange to cultivate the true shijie, and there was such a means of "running over";

The spear chased after the ugly man's figure, but failed.

His speed was even faster than that of the spear, and after flying out of the kilometer, the spear let out an unwilling roar and slowly fell to the ground.

In the firelight, the ugly man turned his head and grinned at Thirteen Lang, his vertical eyes full of ferocity and mockery, probably a joke that he didn't know how strong this magical power was.

Very strong indeed!

The ugly man's body was like an arrow from the string, and in a posture that he couldn't control himself, he exceeded Thirteen Lang for a thousand meters before he slowly settled down. His face was a little pale, and the chase, especially the transformation technique performed by Zuihou, had made him exert a lot of energy, but he looked quite complacent, stood up straight, and shouted at Thirteen Lang.

"Little one, I see where you're heading...... Huh?"

Before he could show off, three spears burst through the air, followed by the indomitable figure of Thirteen Lang. The ugly man was surprised and exclaimed, "Despicable!"

There was no time to adjust his breath, the ugly man's fists were staggered, and the words of Qihang struck three punches in a row between the lightning and flint, and the three spears that could open the mountain were knocked away in turn. The three violent impacts staggered together, in no particular order, forming a huge roar.

A circle of visible ripples rippled, and the figure of the ugly man regressed again and again, and his blood was churning.

"That's a lot of strength!"

His eyes showed surprise, as if he was befriending Thirteen Lang, and as if expressing the anger of being attacked, but when it fell on Thirteen Lang's ears, he couldn't help but feel a sinking heart.

If the other party responded with supernatural powers, Thirteen Lang was not so alarmed, but now he actually met the spear with his bare hands, and the strength of his flesh was not comparable to Thirteen Lang. In an instant, Thirteen Lang almost thought that he was facing a monk who also relied on refining his body to eat, in that case, his advantage would be gone, so why bother to close the distance with the other party.

At this time, it was not the time to think too much, Thirteen Lang glanced at it, and suddenly found a strange thing, and his heart was relieved, and at the same time, a strange idea was born, and his body became faster and faster.

Before the ugly man adjusted his body, Thirteen Lang flew in front of him, his hands were clasped together like a boy worshipping Buddha, and the liliang of his whole body was concentrated on his palms, and his head was cut off.

In the face of this earth-shattering blow, the ugly man had no time to think and did not need to think, and seeing that the other party was fighting with him with the hand-to-hand combat that he was best at, there was no reason to back down. Although his breath was unsteady at this time, and his arms were faintly numb, it was not comparable to a fragile Terran monk.

With a roar, he raised his arms to parry.

Hit hard!

With a dull impact, the two voices and shadows separated, one up and down, and went their separate ways.

The ugly man suffered from the bottom of his body, and was attacked by an irresistible force, as if a meteorite from outside the sky smashed straight to the ground. Thirteen Lang is like a flea in the air, flying to an altitude of many meters.

There was a loud bang, and the ground was smashed into a pit several feet deep, and snowflakes and rocks flew around, bringing out bursts of whistling. The ugly man's body is like a nail nailed to the ground, and it is still straight!

Its flesh is so strong that it is simply outrageous.

The extreme humiliation drove him crazy, and the ugly man stomped on his legs, opened his mouth, and let out a roar like a dragon's groan.

"O-ang!"

In the sky, Thirteen Lang's gaze was instantly glazed, and a thought involuntarily appeared in his mind.

"Original...... It's a donkey......." ）