Raising his head, grabbing his hands, grabbing his feet, and pulling his waist, the six clones shouted in unison, without waiting for Thirteen Lang to react, no, it was he who reacted but couldn't resist, his body was folded into a ball, and then the sky swirled, appearing, and it was thousands of miles away.

"Ho!"

I didn't know that Boss Su had this kind of ability, Thirteen Lang gasped, a little frightened.

He knew very well how powerful he was now, and his adaptability was far beyond ordinary people's imagination, but just now, Thirteen Lang had almost no ability to resist, so he was caught in the hands of Boss Su and taken away in an instant.

It should be mentioned that before the sacrifice of the sword to ask the sword to return to the position, the thirteen Lang was consumed and agitated, and then he was "brought" into the battlefield by the heavens, and witnessed the three thousand blows of the sword with his own eyes, and he was relieved and happy, and his mind became more and more trance-like. In addition, there is also the identity of Boss Su, even if Shisanlang will not fully trust, at least I believe that he will not harm himself, especially on this occasion, he will never make a "betrayal" move.

Adding up the several, Thirteen Lang had no idea of "fighting for his life" when he was arrested, if it weren't for this, even if Boss Su had a strange talent, I am afraid that it would be difficult to succeed.

That's a big deal!

Escape and escape are completely two concepts, not to mention the ability to "subdue" the opponent when casting. The monks are powerful, which one does not have the power to move mountains and seas, if they can take them into the air and run tens of thousands of miles away, then it will be worth it! Take the battle of the true spirit that took place in Canglang back then, Jin Wu and Shanjun can both escape into the air, and the subtlety is a lot more than that of Boss Su, but they cannot be combined and "transported" like the Sixteen Su, let alone subdued.

This kind of ability, or should be called talent, is definitely a big killer weapon if used well. If Boss Su is an enemy, no, you should think about it from another angle. If an opponent has this kind of means, it is impossible to prevent it.

"That's amazing!"

It is true that Thirteen Lang is defenseless, it is true that he is in poor condition, it is true that taking it away is not the same as killing people, and it is terrible to make Boss Su pay a great price!

"Fortunately, it wasn't. ”

"Oh, that's a pity. ”

Rejoice after the shock, rejoice after the rejoicing. After Daxi, he was a little annoyed, and Shisanlang quickly realized that the size of Boss Su's ability was related to the number of clones. To be precise, it doesn't matter which side it is responsible for, what matters is that it is responsible for "catching people and lifting things" those clones, the more people there are, the more complete they are. the more capable it is. The better.

In this way, it would be a pity to lose the three clones, if he knew in advance that he had this ability, Thirteen Lang would definitely have designed a set of tactics for him, and even if he couldn't, he would adjust his strategy to prevent him from falling into such a hard battle.

"These friends of yours are many strange people. ”

Inside the Heavenly Absolute Sword, Jian Zun's voice was full of surprise and awe, and the melancholy caused by "I didn't meet a good opponent in the battle of rebirth" disappeared.

After the war, Boss Su came up to arrest people. "Subdued" Thirteen Lang That's right, Tianjue is still free. If it weren't for Thirteen Lang holding the hilt of the sword and sending out his thoughts, Mr. Big would have cut off a few of his arms even if he didn't kill him, instead of letting Boss Su cast a spell.

"Kill him!"

Boss Su didn't realize that he was on the verge of life and death, and after taking Thirteen Lang through the space, Thirteen Su became Boss Su's true appearance, panting, sticking out his tongue, tired like a dead dog.

"Kill, kill, don't let him run, run, don't let him run. ”

In front of him is the only remaining old man of the Sword Sect, who is hesitating between "continuing to run" and "turning around and killing" at this moment, and there will be a decision.

Before, Boss Su chased both ends and took away the dog and the people who supported him, which means that there is less than half of the strength left here, and the old man can't help but think about it, and wants to try to see if he can kill a horse gun and kill it instantly.

There was another reason to support him to do so, the direction of his escape was not to rush to the soul flag, but to the place where the six clan bosses and Losang Nexiu fought fiercely, and after escaping for a while, now the distance was not too far, and the old man thought to himself that if they noticed the changes that had taken place in the mad spirit land, they would definitely be able to understand the value of the Heavenly Absolute Being. That means that as long as Thirteen Lang dares to come, no matter how difficult the situation is, Big Boss Luosang will spare his energy to support.

Last and least, at this moment, the distant sky roared, and the sound of a flood rushing and the gate opening could be faintly heard The old man of the Sword Sect knew what it meant, and he was ecstatic in his heart, and picked up the courage that he had lost.

But then he saw that the sword spirit of the same senior brother blew himself up, and the heavenly sword was struck with three pieces, not only destroying the sword, but even the people were cut into countless parts.

"Senior brother!"

There was only one person left among the three people in the same door in an instant, and the old man screamed miserably, and before his voice fell, he saw that strange opponent merge into one, and the person who killed the two senior brothers appeared in front of him out of thin air.

Can't run away

"Roar!"

The heart fell into the abyss, the desperate people didn't care about life and death, the surviving boss roared hard, and the body and sword were united.

In his sight, the old man's cultivation was all in operation, the outer divine domain converged into three feet, his body rotated like a hurricane, and the magic sword in his palm shone brightly, holding it above his head and fusing with the law, and his power increased dramatically.

The three people of the same door have taken completely different paths, and they are not the same as they are desperate. One wants the peerless sword to preside over the sword array, and the other cultivates the sword spirit, and in the end, the chosen path is similar to Qi Aotian, only more thorough, the law is the sword, the sword is also the law phase, and even the body is partially fused.

If you are injured, you will be injured at the same time, and if you kill, you will be killed at the same time, compared with the results after the outbreak of a single sword, among the three, this old man is the weakest in cultivation, but he is the most powerful. Conversely, after casting, it has the heaviest backlash and cannot be recovered without long-term recuperation.

When is it, still considering those bodies spinning, the sword turned into nothing, only a moment of effort, the old man's body, the hurricane has disappeared, and only a rising ten-zhang sword was seen in place, as bright as a star.

"Kill!"

The sword was formed, and the sound erupted, and he tried his best to catch the opponent off guard, and the moment the giant sword was formed, the old man roared at the right time, breaking through the air and moving forward.

At the same moment, there was a clear roar from the opposite side, and the sky was full of red light soaring again, and the fierce power in the sky was released.

"That's what it looks like!"

Praise the sword does not praise people, and Jian Zun does not agree with the old man's practice of feeding the sword with his body. But admiring his determination to cultivate and move his sword, he rose up with all his strength, and even the suppression of the sword unique to Tianjue itself was also stimulated.

"The sword determines the world!"

Heaven is absolutely powerful. In addition to sharpness, those red rays are the foundation of its strength, and it was extremely difficult to recover due to the consumption of too much to fight against the Heavenly Tribulation. Heaven has no owner, and if there is no owner, there is no root, bone and soul, and it cannot take the initiative to cultivate and grow; Cultivating with the help of Sword Venerable's cultivation, although it is still slow, it is many times better than before. Most importantly. Entering the soul means landing and taking root, even if the red mangs are all exhausted, they can still grow slowly through guò cultivation, which is fundamentally different.

The first battle of rebirth was not complete. Jian Zun had already intended to sleep. I didn't expect that there would be a chance to have a second battle, and there were many surprises. Out of respect, this time Sword Venerable not only put on a show, but also risked the danger of soul collapse and loss of control to stimulate the Heavenly Absolute Root and attack with all his might.

"Slash!"

The sword determines the sword of the world.

Three thousand sword shadows are broken, a heavy luxury is messy, three thousand collisions jingle sound, and three thousand gorgeous flowers bloom. A little starlight flies thousands of miles. Tens of thousands of miles of battlefields, tens of thousands of cultivators stopped for a while. They all set their eyes on this place and witnessed a sword duel together.

The results are instantaneous, and the process is actually four stages. Sword Venerable has only been in charge for a moment, and the newly acquired power is scattered and the will is different, counting three thousand seems to be gorgeous, but it is actually a last resort.

The initial seven hundred sword intents were shattered, the middle seven hundred sword intents were inferior, and the last seven hundred sword intents were balanced, and the fighting was fierce, so far not only the old man's vitality was greatly damaged, but the figure of the sword venerable also shook again and again, almost shattering and dissipating.

"Teacher!"

Thirteen Lang was about to be scared to death, and he had already lost his mana in spite of it, but those sword intent sword spirits were originally part of the sword venerable, and they were not a problem that mana could solve at all.

"It's okay. ”

In the sword fight, the sword venerable smiled and roared, and the rest of the sword intent was more resolute; at the moment of life and death, the old man on the other side was not like this, his eyes were wide open, and he urged with all his might, which was worthy of the time when he was about to lose both

"Ugh"

A very slight, very abrupt, very incongruous sound came into the ear drum, and it was so clear because of the fierce light of the sword.

What is this sound?

Everyone was stunned, and then they were fascinated and shocked by the ensuing process and the outcome of the sword fight.

Yes!

Fighting three thousand with one sword, when the strength was evenly matched, the Huanghuang sword light suddenly stopped, as if the torrent was halfway cut off and had no roots out of thin air. On the contrary, the opponent's prestige soared, and nearly a thousand sword intents became a prison in all directions, and they became popular in an instant.

This time the red is not red, it's blood!

So the sword shattered, and the old man died, and until he died, he still maintained the posture of fighting the sword, his eyes were open, and his mouth was wide open.

"I'm not convinced!"

At the end of the sword fight, the eight directions were silent, the sky was suspended silently in the air, and the figure in the sword shook slightly, sighing silently.

"This battle is not fair. ”

"Teacher?"

Just learned what was going on from Boss Su, Shisanlang was happy and funny, worried and happy at the same time, so he cautiously stepped forward to persuade him, but he didn't know how to speak for a while.

Who would make such a mistake in the middle of the battle with a hiccup in the battle? Jian Zun didn't know why the opponent was like this, but judging from Boss Su's expression, this matter was definitely related to him.

This battle is not fair.

"Teacher, do you want to rest first?"

After thinking about it, I still have to say, Thirteen Lang mustered up the courage to say: "Fighting is not sword cultivation, it is not a gentleman, it is unscrupulous, and war is even more so;

Hearing this, the figure inside the sword looked back at Thirteen Lang, and the inside was strange and made Thirteen Lang a little hairy.

"Don't be angry, teacher, if the disciple says the wrong thing"

"Thirteen, what are you thinking?" Mr. Big asked suspiciously, "Do you think that you should be aggrieved for this old fellow?"

Thirteen Lang was confused, wondering if that wasn't the case.

Mr. Big said: "This battle is unfair, and its unfairness is not for him, but for the teacher. For the teacher to practice for a thousand years, the life of rebirth, the newly acquired power, the soul is incomplete, and it is snatched from the other party, and there are tens of millions of people's wills that need to be integrated, how difficult it is to boil!"

Jusanro didn't know what to say.

Mr. Big said: "With so many problems and difficulties, in your opinion, it is not as good as a hiccups?"

Thirteen Lang opened his mouth.

Mr. Big said: "If it weren't for that, how could this battle be so difficult, and why would it drag on for so long?"

Thirteen Lang was dumbfounded.

Mr. Big said: "If it weren't for that, how could the teacher hurt this kind of Cheng Dù and need to fall asleep immediately, and he couldn't afford to drag it out for a moment?"

Thirteen Lang was speechless.

Mr. Big said, "If not, how can he have a chance to burp?"

Jusan Lang was completely silent.

Mr. Big continued: "You, you, it's just that you can't see the truth clearly, but you actually have time to sympathize with the other party, and you actually feel like teaching the teacher what war is like, how to beat you who you think of as a teacher?

Shisanlang only bowed his head deeply, and he was embarrassed.

"That's it, I'm tired of being a teacher, I'm sleeping, you can play by yourself. ”

Mr. Big shook his head again and again, sighed again and again, was angry with him, hated his ignorance, and was afraid that his heart would be in the way before going to bed, so he gave his last advice.

"War, war is to kill the other party and keep yourself alive. ”

(To be continued......)